National Treasure


To be honest, I had no intention of watching this show unless I knew that the guy would be found guilty. So, I watched the first episode, and then did some Googling. What I found, without an immense amount of spoilers, is that the man accused of multiple counts of rape was actually guilty. I didn't mind finding out the ending in this case because it was the ending that this series should have. However, comma...

This giant bag of bollocks (a.k.a. "television drama at its most accomplished" a.k.a. "insert most painful eyeroll ever eyerolled here") comes with an innocence verdict along with flashbacks of the crimes that the dickface in question should have been convicted of. Were this a series set 30 years in the future, when convictions of rape aren't dramatic television fodder, and are treated as seriously as the crimes they fucking are (sidebar: shoutout to the final season of Broadchurch for doing it superbly), then this blog post would read much differently. But, given the climate we (and by "we" I mean "I, a gay American") live in today, with an absolute scumbag of a president who won his position by not being held accountable for grabbing bitches by their fucking vaginas, this horseshit masked by good acting  is just that: Horse. Shit.

And that's all I have to say about that.

P.S. Yes, I know that this shit aired in September. But you know that I am hella late on seriesez, in general! #dontjudgeher

P.P.S. Seeing what this series was based on, honestly, has made me sick to my stomach. I'm almost ashamed that I felt it was blog worthy. So, there. is. that.

P.P.P.S. An extra-sarcastic congrats to whichever Brits felt great about themselves for putting this shit on the air, post-Brexit.