Here it is, almost Thanksgiving, and people are unhappy. Why? There are Darfurians starving, Hillary might be our next Presidente, our guys are in Iraq being shot at like target practice and the economy isn't looking to hot. But that's not what is important.
Currently, the Writers Guild of America and some bunch of Broadway show roadies, are on strike. You would think it was the end of the damn world. Both want, of course, more money. The media keeps talking about how it could really affect all of us, but I just don't get it.
By my estimation, I know exactly 4 people that have been to one Broadway show. I know nobody that frequents these shows. "But, Mr. Carrot, it'll hurt the economy of New York!". That's their problem. They shouldn't have shut down all the adult businesses in Times Square. Believe it or not, I am sure that more people like porn and titty bars than gay-ass showtunes. And I'm sure there are homeless people that could move sets and shit around.
As for the writers, too bad, so sad. There are about 2 million people walking around with screenplays they've written, including me. If you can talk, you can probably write, so it's not that rare of a talent or commodity. The producers of television should hire a bunch of free lancers (I for one would love to sell my screenplay, "Redeeming Harry Hondo" as a one-time shot and pay off my bills).
So for you strikers that want the public's sympathy, get over yourselves. And have a happy Thanksgiving!