All Hail South Park!

Over the last few months I have veritably steeped myself in television – television on DVD with no commercials, of course. I went through The Sopranos twice, Star Trek Voyager, Dark Angel, part of Six Feet Under and, most recently, South Park.

South Park rocks. And after watching 2-8 epidoses a night for several weeks, I can hear Cartman talking to me. I’ll see someone drop the ball or dance out of something and his little nine year old voice wheezes in my hear, “Weak, man, that’s weak.”

And when I need the wisdom of Stan

he’s right there to lay it on the line, call it like it is, and encourage me to stand up like a man.

Of course, I can’t quote either of them to you because they are two of the most foul-mouthed children ever to scamper across the face of the planet earth. But when somebody cuts me off in traffic, or fails to give me the accolades I have so justly earned, there are now a cadre of four little boys constantly about my knees who know JUST what to say (and just how to say it). My heroes!

All hail South Park!