…I guess that was a pretty good ending. Lots of pretty bows for the people who absolutely have to have bows. I’m not one of those, but I appreciate the nod from the writers to the readers/watchers. I mean, it was nice to see Bubbs eating with his sis, and McNulty rescuing the crazy homeless guy, and whats-her-name, the cute freckly redhead, getting the judgeship a/k/a job for life. I think the lesson you should take from the ending of The Wahr is that if you go along, you’ll get along, and the closer you can tie yourself to the hull of the ship of state, the better your getting-along will be. Be a barnacle - it’s a good lesson for the coming Obama years.

Still, getting into piss-and-moan mode, David Simon is a pussy for ditching. He could have dragged this out for several more years, and I wish he had, because it was good appointment teevee. But he’s got his millions, so why bother at this point? I can’t say that I would bother, were I in his shoes, but then, I would have had a whale of time having fun with it, rather than trying to change millenia of human behaviour in five seasons of episodic teevee. That’s the artist, though. Hats off to them for trying.

And now I’m off to cancel the ginormous movie channel package on DirecTV, unless someone finds the words to talk me into watching Gabriel Byrne do his soul-shredding best not to bang psychotic hotties and be mortified when he does. Maybe get some hockey and baseball, instead.

NB: In my perfect world, Duquon would have been the one doing the debate last week and having a decent future. It’s very sad to me that he’s shooting up dope in the stables. But in the real world, we lose lots of ammo against the Forces of Darkness, so it’s not one eyelash off the mark. We still should shed a tear and say a little prayer.