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April 7, 2005
Um..... no or "A la Maison Blanche"
West Wing: Are you shitting me? Are you absolutely and positively shitting me? Leo, of the pills and the heart attack? Didn't we already go through this, um, two seasons ago? Why don't we just run Fitzwallace? Who cares that he's dead?
But it wasn't horrible in the horrific sense of horrible that that Cuba wank was. I'll admit that. I just don't see Leo as a VP type guy. He's never run for anything. He's used to be a power broker, not a speechmaker. What? It's like if they picked James Carville... wait, no. Carville would be a better choice.
I'm ranting here. Suffice to say, the spacestation is the least of our concerns. On to next season.
Posted by emily at April 7, 2005 1:38 AM