Monday, October 24, 2005

Five Reasons...I Love The West Wing

  • It’s smarter than I am.
  • President Bartlet (Martin Sheen): He’s flawed. He regularly speaks in Latin and the show provides no subtitles. He’s a Democrat. He plays poker. He smokes when he’s stressed. His humor is dry. He rarely apologizes. He’s oxymoronic…at times arrogant, at others humble.
  • CJ Craig’s (Allison Janey) wit.
  • I don’t always know what is going to happen. The campaigning candidates for the soon to be open seat are an agnostic republican who supports abortion rights and a Catholic, Hispanic democrat that has a recovered drug addict and alcoholic for a running mate. Your guess is as good as mine, tune in to see.
  • The dialogue, which I have admittedly plagiarized. For instance:

President Bartlet:I like how you call homosexuality an abomination.

Jenna Jacobs: I don't say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President, the Bible does.

President Bartlet: Yes, it does. Leviticus.

Jenna Jacobs: 18:22.

President Bartlet: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I have you here. I'm interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She's a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff Leo McGarry insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it okay to call the police? Here's one that's really important because we've got a lot of sports fans in this town: touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about that, will you? One last thing, while you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.

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