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The Husband and I were discussing "Burn Notice" because we're getting the DVDs off Netflix so we can catch up, and the following occured:

ME: "Apparently, there's an episode where Michael makes fun of Horatio Caine."
HUSBAND: [Removes glasses.] "Maybe David Caruso will..." [puts on glasses] "Raise Caine."
ME: "You did NOT."

Yeah. We did that.

My feelings on DC's hate-boner for the Arrow Clan has been well-documented. [Video ranting, Written ranting. My feelings on Winick are so well-documented, they have their own tag.

I hate Winick. A lot. Like, a super-duper, double-load, send-him-a-shit-in-a-hat lot. And I am utterly amazed at how quickly Krul has managed to climb down the ladder of expectations into the scum beneath the bottom of the barrel where Winick lives.

How did he do it, you ask? Well, he's currently writing "The Rise of Arsenal," wherein Roy Harper, the original Speedy in the Arrow Clan, is about to go evil because his daughter was fridged, and he had his arm ripped off. Full disclosure: I was already ready to hate it. In fact, I was so ready to hate it I refused to read it. Which is why, rather than give you another four paragraphs of rage, I'm going to link you to the Comics Alliance post on the matter. Chris Sims (who was brave enough to introduce the wider world to haunted vaginas), has been reading it, and he gets the rage out nicely and makes all the points I'd have made with a great deal more capslock rage.

Good to know that no matter who they throw the pen to, there's always someone at DC ready to shit on a set of good heroes. Bravo, you fuckers. Bravo.