Just as we thought our last weekday of Daylight Savings had drawn to a placid end last night, the twisted fates threw us a triple punch:

1. Dog was yanked to the curb; unleashed from the schedule at A&E.
2. Steven Colbert failed to amuse, seeing his dreams of running on democratic ticket in South Carolina dashed.
3. The Writers Guild voted to strike, casting doubt on our diversions for an indefinite time to come.

If you ever wasted a moment of your finite life in this world watching Dog the Bounty Hunter, you have my pity. Good riddance to rank rubbish. Nuff said.

I’m glad the Democrats didn’t let Colbert run. It’s fine to joke about running for president, in the spirit of Pat Paulsen. But people are dying for nothing in an illegal, unconscionable war. And this country is going to hell in a wheelbarrow. That’s no joke. Colbert is a smart guy, who was funnier on the Daily Show, by virtue of being less annoying in smaller doses. He’s smart enough to know better than this. Maybe he should have tried NC, where at least the Wright Brothers could get a doubtful deal off the ground.

The writers’ strike is bad news for every one of us who have bothered to wire our living rooms for electricity beyond illumination. This sucks. But the writers are getting the shitty end of the stick, and they should have our support as they do something about it. Fair is fair.