Today is a day of thoughtful reflection, a day we pay our respects to those who gave their lives for our freedoms, like our freedom to produce a big steaming pile of venomous shit that is the new ‘V’ series.

The motherfuckers in this scene CLAPPED POLITELY in the streets after seeing a giant alien ship park itself over New York.

You’ll be happy to know that your grandparents laid down their lives to allow funny little people with horn rimmed glasses at ABC to decide that for the new ‘V’ series, the most important thing in humanity to ever occur – namely alien motherships rolling into the atmosphere and making first contact with the human race – should take a mere 5 minutes and be as underwhelming and meaningless as possible. Yes, finding that someone parked in your allotted parking stall is far more shocking and disturbing than realizing we’re not alone in the universe.

I’m sure that when Bob, a Navy mechanic, was blown from the deck of a destroyer in the Pacific in 1944 by enemy shrapnel, the foremost thing on his mind while his soul was ripped from his body was that, some 65 years later, people would have the choice to rip off a classic TV series about aliens infiltrating human society, as they eventually would with ‘V’, and turn it into a raging sterile piece of network shit about a bunch of people we couldn’t care less about running around and doing a bunch of things we couldn’t care less about for all sorts of one dimensional reasons we couldn’t care less about.

Thanks men and women from the era when smoking was a healthy choice and children played in the streets without attention dysfunction disorders, thanks for delivering us from tyranny and oppression. You’d be so proud of what we’ve done with our television programs.