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It's a measure of how little I give a damn about CSI:NY at this point that I can't be assed to defend my assertion that Danny/the show implied that all street cops are duplicitous asswipes who wouldn't hesitate to throw others under the bus to save themselves. According to the show, only Mac and the denizens of the lab are trustworthy, and poor, fragile Danny just can't function without the safe, spoon-feeding confines of the lab, where he has Lindsay to wipe his ass and protect him from the scary outside world. Jesus Christ. Some cop he is.
And really Danny? You've been a sergeant for four episodes, and you're going to claim you treated the officers under your command "like family"? Let's be charitable and assume you've been a sergeant for six months. It takes longer than that to establish a family, especially in a unit as fluid and shifting as an NYPD stationhouse, where turnover is constant and rookies are trying to find their rhythm on the job. Your put-upon whining is consistent, but it's also irksome. There was a time(many, many moons ago now)when I would have felt sorry for you, but after eight years, constant rescue efforts by your friends, and your absolute lack of growth, I find my reserves of give a shit utterly exhausted. You're not a wet-behind-the-ears twenty-something or even a youthful thirty-something anymore. You're pushing forty and look fifty. Grow up.
And if you really thought Cooper had the makings of a good cop, then your judgment, I do not trust it. Maybe I would have if the show had shown her being remotely competent, but no dice. As usual, the writers are happy to flaunt their credentials from the Tell, Don't Show School of Lazy Writing.
Season 7 was such an improvement, and it gave me such hopes for this year, but the show had cheerfully returned to insipid mediocrity. It should have gone out gracefully last year, and I hope this season is the last.
In better news, she's gone. I can relax. Maybe now the anxiety attacks will stop.
And really Danny? You've been a sergeant for four episodes, and you're going to claim you treated the officers under your command "like family"? Let's be charitable and assume you've been a sergeant for six months. It takes longer than that to establish a family, especially in a unit as fluid and shifting as an NYPD stationhouse, where turnover is constant and rookies are trying to find their rhythm on the job. Your put-upon whining is consistent, but it's also irksome. There was a time(many, many moons ago now)when I would have felt sorry for you, but after eight years, constant rescue efforts by your friends, and your absolute lack of growth, I find my reserves of give a shit utterly exhausted. You're not a wet-behind-the-ears twenty-something or even a youthful thirty-something anymore. You're pushing forty and look fifty. Grow up.
And if you really thought Cooper had the makings of a good cop, then your judgment, I do not trust it. Maybe I would have if the show had shown her being remotely competent, but no dice. As usual, the writers are happy to flaunt their credentials from the Tell, Don't Show School of Lazy Writing.
Season 7 was such an improvement, and it gave me such hopes for this year, but the show had cheerfully returned to insipid mediocrity. It should have gone out gracefully last year, and I hope this season is the last.
In better news, she's gone. I can relax. Maybe now the anxiety attacks will stop.
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