The New Yorker Presents

I started The New Yorker Presents on Amazon Prime. I was laughing through the 50 cups of coffee segment, and thought the Truman Show Syndrome was interesting. I might suffer from it a bit. When they mentioned people convinced their neighbors are vampires, well, I felt certain two years ago that devil worshippers lived in the house next door, and they were plotting against my kids and me. Sleep deprivation, it does things to a person. Thankfully, they moved out, but unfortunately, I'm not too sure if I've recovered mentally by getting back on an eight-hours-a-night sleep schedule, or if I was right, and when they moved away so did my worries.
I had to quit The New Yorker Presents when a segment began, starting out with, "Blah, blah, blah. Terrorists. Terrorists. FBI knew. Terrorists. Blah, blah, blah."
I rolled my eyes, and turned it off, and returned to the boring, non confrontational, white noise of House Hunters International.

I like The New Yorker magazine, most of the time. I am a subscriber, but I can honestly say, the magazine pisses me off as much as it makes me happy. The articles that are good, are really good, but the ones that are bad, they keep me awake at night, fuming over the content.
I read an a article about an Iranian woman who had her son taken away by CPS because she was a truly shit parent. She left her kid, at home, all alone, in his crib, with a pack of crackers and a Spiderman toy, and went to work. The New Yorker, in no less than 100,000 words, made the case that the mom was being unfairly treated by CPS because of her race, and she had no where to turn because she lived an isolated life, so really she was in between a rock and a hard place; leave her baby at home, all alone, for twelve hours, or loose her job. That issue turned into my favorite fly swatter.
Another article that really got my heart pumping was about the lawyer who defended the youngest brother in the Boston Marathon bombing duo. The article, instead of toeing the "Death Penalty is always wrong" line, went in a fucked up direction where they were trying to make it seem like this terrible murderous monster was not as bad as a death sentence warrants. Instead of arguing that the death penalty is wrong, they tried to argue that a dude who set a bomb off in a crowded public space wasn't sooooo bad, it was his brother, and he's an immigrant, and he had to live in a two bedroom apartment. It was all so fucking contrived, and beside the point. We do not need to sympathize for a monster when refining the moral debate on death penalty. They are disjoint matters, and if the point of the article was to highlight a woman's efforts in over turning the death penalty, it was lost, buried in their bleeding heart burble.

Anyways, The New Yorker can really piss me off, but I think thats why I'm a loyal subscriber. It's good to read irritating shit. People who only ever read things they are in agreement with are BORING. And because of that, I'm going to watch the rest of The New Yorker Presents, my curiosity will get the best of me.
The New Yorker is cripplingly liberal, making it the mirror image of Fox News. Today's political landscape is showing us Democrats and Republicans are dying parties, and were seeing the emergence of new parties, Democratic Socialism and whatever Trump's got going on. The New Yorker is a party liner, which is obnoxious, but in ten years, I'll likely find myself griping about them being too Democratic Socialist. I will have to rely on House Hunters International during those times too. That's is, if the vampires haven't orchestrated it's demise by then.