Right Wing Nation

In June, Rush Limbaugh (who is a diehard 24 fan, if you didn’t know) hosted a forum on 24 for the Heritage Foundation.

I paid it little mind, and just discovered that the “reality-based community” was all over it — more to the point, they took the fact that Rush has a crush on Chloe (anybody who listens knows that) and kissed her at the forum and have decided that the two are having an affair (see here, or here, or here

Don’t you people have something more important to worry about, like clipping your toenails? Sheesh.

I didn’t know if I wanted to watch 24 this season (chill, chill). It got a little wacked out last season. But I TiVOd the four-hour premiere, the idea being that I’d watch, and decide whether I’d watch the whole season or not.

Silly me. Of course, I’m watching the whole season.

However, there are a couple of things that need to be said (IMHO). First, did we really need another bed-wetting, hand-wringing, “concerned” President Palmer? Sheesh, I had to put up with that guy the first two seasons, and now, I have to put up with his brother — who if anything, is worse — this season?

And his sister. Kill her soon. Slowly. Painfully. On air.

Are we really supposed to believe that the government had agreed to give Jack Bauer to a terrorist so he could murder him, only to get information against another terrorist? Come on. Seriously.

The vampire scene was pretty over the top, in an entertaining way. And why wouldn’t Jack Bauer bite out somebody’s throat? So was the scene where the precious, liberal hippie boy’s Muslim friend (”He’s not a terrorist!”) turned a gun on him. Unfortunately, the stupid little liberal didn’t get shot by his oppressed terrorist buddy, but only because Jack saved him (you wasted your time there, Jack; the stupid little SOB had it coming).

You can’t have everything. Hippie boy’s liberal daddy got killed, though. That’s something.

I’ve got to admit something, though. Jack’s not my favorite character.

Chloe is.

This season, no hiatus. It’s 24 every Sunday night. And speaking of Sunday nights and great TV, Battlestar Galactica resumes this Sunday.

If you’ve not seen the episode, move right along. Spoiler alert!

As you know, we already had one moonbatty moment a few weeks ago, when the mole in the White House confessed that he’d helped the terrorists to support our oil interests in the middle east. Uh-huh. Then, he hanged himself (or so we were led to believe — I really doubt now that it was suicide), and we all forgot about it.

Until last night.

So President Logan not only negotiates with terrorists — he immediately gives in to them, and agrees to let them bomb the visiting Russian PM and his wife. Wait, that was last week, and he’s reached new lows. His wife got in the car with the Russians, and this gutless wonder is going to sacrifice his own wife.

What a Democrat.

The worst thing is he’s caught by CTU (though CTU doesn’t know that he knew), and makes the decision for him. That’s too bad. I mean, it saved lives ultimately, but President Demorat escaped the noose.

What I don’t get are the people who actually want scum like this in the White House.

then I support Laura Roslin for President (if you don’t watch Battlestar Galactica, you’re missing out). She’s got a soft “I feel your pain” exterior and serious intestinal fortitude — enough that she told Captain Adama that it was clear he had to “take out” Admiral Cain, an ambitious and dangerous woman.

A president with the guts to tell a military officer to assassinate a superior officer. She gets my vote.

What is this, a kinder, gentler 24? This week we had a whole hour go by, and Jack didn’t kill any terrorists — and if that’s not bad enough, he and Audrey “shared their feelings” (though thankfully, that was a short scene).

And then there’s the leftist drivel that got slipped in — the mole on President Bed-Wetter’s staff was in on the nerve gas thing, so the terrorists would set it off in Central Asia and then we could go in and take their oil.

Hey, bozos: how many leftists do you think watch 24, anyway? What planet are you on?

And speaking of moles and writers, these folks think they can’t write a season without a big mole somewhere, probably in CTU. Yes, we had Chloe’s boytoy, and the slimeball in President Bed-Wetter’s staff, though neither one was really a bad guy (staff guy was just an evil neocon trying to get blood for oil, and he hired boytoy to spy on CTU). So that leaves the question:

Who is going to be the big mole revealed at the end of the season?

My first pick is Audrey, Jack’s squeeze from last season:

Second is Agent Hobbit:

But what would really be cool would be First Lady Bed-Wetter as the mole:

They’ve established her as a sympathetic character, and a friend of Palmer’s (right there we have a problem). She’s supposedly unstable and medicated. Who would suspect her of helping the terrorists?

The thing about TiVO is that it really points up the difference between quality in television shows. First, I watched 24.

Then, I watched Surface.

What about this show isn’t crap? First, we have the cheesy “critters” that don’t even come up to the standards of bad claymation. Then we have surely some of the worst acting on TV. Then there are the characters: a “violence never solved anything!” heroine matched with a good old boy insurance agent, a fourteen year-old kid who’s been bitten by one of the critters and is turning into … well, we don’t know yet, but he gets those Rosemary’s Baby eyes and his hands get slimy, and the critters seem to want to cuddle with him (while they’re eating everybody else). Then we have a scientist in his 100s (we don’t know if he’s really still alive or not) and another guy who seems to be in his 100s, though he doesn’t look a day older than he did sixty years ago.

The whole thing is like the worst of the X-Files: a storyline that punches holes rather than tying up ends, and the sense that the writers have no overall plot or story, but are just coming up with storylines on the fly every week. Next week is the supposed conclusion, yet there’s 18 different subplots they have to explain. If you’re going to conclude next week, you really should be tying these things together and explaining them now, guys.

Surface is the stinker of the season. It couldn’t get any worse than this. No way. Even Prey was better than this.

and the Emperor Misha I is Jack Bauer of the Blogosphere.

Of course.

From Strange Cosmos:

Forgive my cynicism, but given that for some insane reason, the writers of 24 feel they just have to have a mole in CTU (they should have dropped that after the first season), I don’t believe that the mole can be Chloe’s trick boy. A mole, sure, but not the mole.

Right now, my money’s on the hobbit. Hobbit mole. Heh.