Cross Town Thoughts
President F.U. is back. So is Claire. House of Cards. Season 4. Shockers galore. Pretty good through 7 episodes. Then. Writers took a vacation at the end. Out-of-character risks. Gratuitous contrivances. Creepy breakfast twist. Melodramatic Homeland ripoff. Fear is good.
Be very afraid, Frank. Get a food taster if you win. Veepy wife-in-waiting. President C.U.
Kardashians move over. It’s now The Trumps. Donald doing dick jokes at the debate. What do we expect with Cialis and Viagra commercials 24/7. We’re numbing down. Little Marco a perfect foil. Protesters at rallies a key part of the act. PGA playing at his Doral.
Current wife Melania on every channel prime time. Leggy beauty with gilted nouveau riche rooms in the background. Ex-wife Marla will be Dancing With the Stars. Daughter Ivanka ready to pop the next Trumpster grandbaby as she launches a new line of shoes. Son Eric tries to push Chris the Sidekick out of frame. It’s The Celebrity President Reality Show.
Bon weekend.
House of Cards script could not compete with last night’s political theatrics. The Trump Jet rolls onto the Des Moines tarmac with media frenzy and flashing bulbs. Long lines queue up around a small auditorium to await his arrival. Adele’s hits blaring through the hall. Across town, Cruz and Rubio snark at each other and Chris Wallace. Megyn Kelly holds court with a montage of each frontrunner’s flip flopping clips. A brutal hit job on both. Dulce Candy affords Jeb sweet revenge. But, too little too late?
Donald hugs it out with Huckabee and Santorum who won Iowa in past caucuses. Should he have gone to the debate? Of course not. It was his Frank Underwood (F.U.) moment. Could this get anymore fun? Bon weekend.
Foxbots ditch décolletage for bikinis on the anchor couch.
Donald Trump gilds early voting State Houses.
Marco Rubio sweat slides him into oblivion.
Hillary feels the Bern and goes home.
Bills Cosby and Clinton join Junior League.
Brady and Belichick get married.
Cam Newton dances at their wedding.
Tiger caddies for Jordan Spieth at the Masters.
Ray Donovan has an affair with Helen and Alison.
Real Housewives open boutiques all over the Middle East…
drive ISIS out running and screaming.
GOOD
MadMen ending. The real thing.
The Affair. Ray Donovan.
Pope Francis charms the U.S.
New York weekends. Ocean Grill. Mermaid Inn.
Forked around Long Island twice. 
Ogilvy Account Director mAdBen. Seattle star.
BAD
End of MadMen.
Emojis. Symbols that replace words.
ISIS thugs. Paris. U.S. World. Under Siege.
Guns. Guns. Guns,
SAGs. Golden Globes. Oscars. ‘Tis the Season for Depressing Gay Abused Stories Glorified. Children in Pain. No wonder Star Wars is so anticipated. El Trumpo? No. Trumbo. Haven’t watched Fargo, lots of noms. Winter binge idea. Ray only one? The Affair, too. These awards are lame. The Big Short is Carol’s game.
MadMen!? Seriously.
Okay. Holiday schmaltz is upon us. Snark break. Lauren Bush Lauren aka Lifshitz had a baby. Adele’s new album should have gone the way of Amy Winehouse’s second. Too soon? SNL’s Adele Thanksgiving table banter was familiar and funny. Matthew McConaughey has physical humor chops. AMA show a study in narcissistic indulgence. Except for JLo. She stuns. Homeland too close to home in current terrorist theme if cartoony in personal plotline. The Affair gets better every week. Williams College location scenes. My money is on the jilted daughter. Spoiler alert. 
Pats continue undefeated in a weak division of the flimsy AFC. But, best head coach with a great QB. One of the few who knows clock management. Makes the most of every player. Rex Ryan angry. And. So long SanFran’s Kaepernick. “Foot injury” puts you on IR. Right, Peyton in Denver?
As someone who thinks they watch too much TV. Can’t believe how few shows I’ve seen from Emmy nominees. House of Cards. MadMen. Homeland. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. That’s pretty much it. Hope Jon Hamm’s year. Ray Donovan best of the bunch.
Hillary does well when she conversationally talks issues. Not when she laughs. Ben Carson is fine with a Christian theocracy.
Forty Niners’ new thug uniforms. Look more like Raiders. Sun low as a cool wind blows right on cue. Autumn rolls in. Can it be true?
Let’s hear it for the girls. Women’s USA soccer champs. Not only did they win with a Jersey girl hat trick, but garnered the largest television audience for any FIFA match. Including Men’s World Cup. I didn’t see any falling fakery or operatic hijinks. Just solid play. In this case, pay should equal be.
Jerry Weintraub, producer of the original Jersey Boys, died today. Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Oceans Eleven. A wife who got along really well with his mistress. Used to see him at Jilly’s with Old Blue Eyes. You go, guy.
Never to be bridge-and-tunneled. Have I mentioned how funny BravoTv’s new scripted show Odd Mom Out is? Really. Good. Broad City-ish.
An ancient vampire is poised to suck the blood out of the EU. Taking the world markets with it. Count Drachma may emerge from his crypt. Will the ruble now see daylight? Euroland is vulnerable to a global financial bite. Twenty years later than I’d guessed, the death knell of a continental experiment.
Talk about ghoulish. Finally watched first two new True Detectives. Nic Pizzolatto rises again. Brilliant.
Side Trek . NYC 