A Family Gathering at Suppertime

I have no artistic propensity.

Do you know that in the first grade, while the other kids were drawing things the teacher just gave me a picture of a bus to trace?

And I had no idea what trace meant so I kind of drew this circular line around the bus and the teacher just looked at it, looked at me and said:

Can't you even trace a bus?

I was humiliated.

But then again, for the next 5 or 6 decades I have been continually humiliated.

And to this day I still cannot get over it!

I love films.

I love some TV dramas.

You ever taste something that you are sure you should not like and you absolutely love it anyway?

No, I am not speaking of the mental dalliances that some have for young women in braces.

I love Blue_Bloods

Damn.

I mean Tom Selleck, no Brando for sure, just scowls during his ten minutes on CBS every week.

He reminds me of Tom Friedman except I am so sure that Friedman copied his feigned scowl from Selleck.

Thomas L. Friedman

Tom is the titular star. (Selleck you idiots not the St. Louis Park Loser for chrissakes)

What is hilarious is that his Dad was also a NYC police commissioner and the actor playing him is about six years older than Selleck with false teeth! (Remember when Carson ended up with false teeth and he kind of lisped?)

Donnie Wahlberg plays the son of the son (and he is some top homicide detective) and my problem is: who does not love Wahlberg? I mean I am an Irish Catholic mutt and so is Wahlberg (the white hip hop artist along with his younger brother who is paid more than God to perform his works)

And of course both the Wahlberg brothers are born again. As if we do not have enough Irish mutts being born regularly—I mean do we really need them to be born twice? Do condoms mean nothing?

Any way the damn family goes by the name Reagan!

President Reagan also was an Irish mutt but his bloodlines can be traced to the side of Truth, Justice and the Northern Ireland Protestant version of the American Way.

So..............

The Police Commissioner is the son of a Police Commissioner and two other Reagans are police in the department run by Reagan and the most important female NYC DA is a Reagan divorced from some bad person--I would surmise anyway.

Okay so just the family patriarchal name of Reagan should have sent me to Glee or Why I Swapped Wives in My Pig Hunting Contest or Look At the Ax On That One?

Well, needless to say there are no transvestites or lesbians or food stamp recipients or closet commies or Wall Street Magnets or progressives (for that matter)  in this family!

But everyone of these shows contain scenes involving at least one of the Reagan clan (why in the frick they could not be Carters but then again I get pissed when TEEVO or whatever the frick you call him falls upon his knees to thank Christ for beheading some defensive back or when some arsehole at the PGA wins a tournament and thanks Jesus H. Christ for his magnificent victory --that depended upon some drop in from the sand--or when....oh forget it!)

Well one of the tricks used in this drama is that every single episode contains a scene where the entire three generations (or what is left of them—left not indicating some political faction) share bread and turkey and chicken and vegetables and treats! And they pray prior to digging into the eats.

And Wahlberg has the perfect wife with two young boys and the divorcee has this delightful teenager with braces.

It is wonderful to behold. Really, no snark intended.

And after all, unlike Ronnie, these Reagans are all Roman Catholic. (Okay I am looking for loopholes you arseholes!)

When you think about it there were never more republican messaged films than those from Tarantino or Scorsese or a host of other violently oriented films!

I mean what the hell did Reservoir Dogs or Taxi Driver ever do for the message of the left?

Anyway there are political considerations involved in Blue Bloods.

Everyone knows in the Homicide Unit not to screw with Reagan. I mean he is the son of the Police Commissioner for chrissakes.

And it is difficult to see where the Reagan ADA cannot help from leaning over backwards for the good of her Daddy's government sponsored street gang?

And who is going to pop or even justly tease the young rookie in the showers (with a Harvard Law Degree—WHAT?) when that young Reagan screws up?

And what political pundit in NYC is not going to fish out every single conflict of interest when it arises?

But TV has a lot to do with Fairyland just like repub presidential debates for chrissakes (or any interview of a repub on FOX by Hannity)!

The youngest Reagan cop ends up going undercover—like the entire family would not be presented constantly on the NYC tabloids weekly.

Like the local Mafioso would not have one member who would take one look at mole and say:

HEY, I HAVE SEEN THIS GUY BEFORE!

Donnie is pretty good in his role. He has a partner who could make tons of tips at some local Hooter's but the couple kind of works as a team and any sexual innuendo is kept to a minimum.

As I wrote before the best police drama on TV today is Southland!

But I enjoy this fairy tale entitled Blue Bloods just the same!

This is just another Irish Mutt opining, of course.

Mumsy and Pop must sit down and sup with their own.

Family counts; we love our own.

How else might we find the value of treasuring all as our own?

Somebody in this universe cares about me.

That cannot be that bad can it?

And screw repubs for claiming these values as their own!

So there are folks who need a leg up so to speak.

Would you really deny them a loaf of bread at the supermarket?

Would you really deny them a chance to discuss their plight with a matriarch or patriarch with a degree and some experience in dealing with the human condition?

Would you really deny them a chance to be retrained so that they could become part of the society as a functional member?

There are those who were abused in elementary school, abused on the playground or the playground of their pedophiliac prone supervisors?

There are those whose parents were lost in a drug infested underground; would you really deny these victims a chance?

Walk a mile in everybody's shoes and you will end up tracking the distance to the sun and back.

Blue Bloods will deal with these themes.

Blue Bloods do not represent my enemy.

It represents my salvation.

(Boy, this is really sappy aint it! Ha!!!)