They Need to Find a Better Opium for the Masses

One thousand and twenty-five words today.

Dear NCIS:LA,

You get Craig Parker in a guest role, and that is what you do with him? Fools! What A waste of talent.

Dear Criminal Minds,

Holy God, are you scraping the bottom of the barrel. I see you trying to insinuate that J.J.'s having an affair with the new Section Chief, but lo, I have been watching network TV too long and am not fooled. I know it's likely connected to some clandestine case about which J.J. has been sworn to secrecy because you useless scribble monkeys need to ratchet up the angst. It's nice to see that the team hasn't learned anything from the Prentiss boondoggle.

And are we really going to watch Hotch have a thunderclap heart attack in the middle of a briefing next week? God knows that's just what I look for in my crime procedurals. Just rename yourselves Grey's BAU.

Dear CSI,

Whose dick did the obnoxious and talentless Elizabeth Shue slurp to land this job? She's godawful, but I'll grant that she hasn't been given much to work with. Does an experienced CSI like D.B. need to be told that exposure to heat denatures DNA? Why not have Finn toss that bit of ridiculous at someone better suited, like poor Alimi Ballard, relatively new detective? I don't think your script monkeys are even trying to pretend that they don't write with their own poop anymore.