But, like, can't Google just go ahead and doxx all the threatening Twitter eggs anyway? What's the point of building a surveillance apparatus of unimaginable magnitude if you aren't going to use it to serve your self-interest here?

Larry. My family member was injured yesterday and nothing you say remotely matches what any of us feel. Go bury your head in someone else's sand.

Sawyer?

You mean where he played a heroin addict?

This is just further proof that the suburbs everywhere are basically hell.

You didn't address the actually strangest part of the ending – the scene where TLJ goes to chat over coffee with Ennis in the wheel chair amid the squalor of a dozen feral cats. Half-assed job, Internet.

Giuliani will always be my day mayor, fighter of the Times Square nightmares.

Yep, white people dancing through gentrifying neighborhoods is the stuff of night mayors.

And he hates soda enough to tax it, which is double nice. But yeah, in the years since the laws' passage, it's really all about the money that flows around beverages. Philly's insane liquor license market means that a tavern owner has to cough up 250-500k for the privilege to serve beer, changing the law is akin to…

"any season can be great with good casting, no matter the theme."

Sarah's got to go far, though. Why else include SO MANY inane confessionals?

Is this really the first time two African-American women have made it all the way to the merge in 34 seasons?

The best part of this episode was watching Judd Apatow mansplain breastfeeding in the behind the episode.

Fun fact about Jeff Varner: It's totally legal in NC to fire him for being a gay dude.

Well, he didn't say anything worse than what the NC general assembly has said about transgender folks. And those musty old men still all have their jobs.

And you know what, Dan Fienberg captures some useful ambivalence much better than I can here.

And linebackers live with debilitating brain injuries so we can all watch football. And little children in idonesisa suffer so we can all have cheap clothes. And…. and…. and….

Yeah, he's an asshole. I'm frustrated that that is what this politically charged and personal moment is reduced to, a game of who is the asshole.

That's the thing. I shouldn't have to have an opinion on the dynamics of this very personal moment. It shouldn't be packaged for public consumption as part of a successful television franchise rooted in a genre that is based on packaging regular lives and people for audience consumption.

Man, the way CBS structured that and made it go down is just cynically cold eyed and a little dastardly. It ends with a manufactured feel-good moment that glosses over the hard personal and moral aspects of the outing. Yes, Varner shouldn't have outed Zeke, but CBS didn't have to repeat the moment in the way they did…