So, this was a really fun little experiment. Here’s the thing, this show debuted up against Lost. Being a fairly solid Lostie, I didn’t make Jericho a priority. Which, it turns out, I should have. The end of the pilot seasons ended with a cancellation. Fans were in such an uproar over the loss of their beloved show that took to heart a nice piece of the seasons finale and sent two tons of peanuts to the studio headquarters in response to their actions.
Ahhh…Laughlin. We embark today upon a mighty roadtrip that shall take us into the grandly titled and less grandly realized “Inland Empire” of California. Now, once you get to that armpit you hang a sharp left and drive until you think you’re lost. Because in some sense you are: because you’re going to Laughlin – scorned by other “major” gambling towns like State Line, Nevada or Winchester Canada.
Part of me hopes that we might have a flat tire and experience some sort of high desert ghost town ballyhoo with the local denizens which will naturally be deformed by the nuclear fallout from the tests in the 50’s. However, I suspect that the best we can hope for is 100+ degree heat and scary fat men flopping their scary hairy bellies into the very pools we might hope to seek refreshment in.
Okay…now I’m not the only one that looks at this and suddenly thinks to himself, “Oh…so THAT’s how G-W got elected.” Or am I? At any rate, material such as this fuels my passion for a better tomorrow and the hope that Barack might make a few laws prohibiting LRP-ing. Because if he doesn’t and these people go to D.C., God help them, because the Supreme Court’s recent hand-gun ruling certainly won’t.
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