Seriously guys. The Wire. The MOTHERFUCKING Wire. How have we managed to overlook this transcendent series for so long? And now it's gone--the last episode aired yesterday, and I watched it today.
Do yourselves a favor, be you on spring break or in need of a leisure pursuit--watch it. If you already have, commiserate with me, damn it.
And as New York Magazine so beautifully did, let us give Landsman the last word on Jimmy McNulty:
Do yourselves a favor, be you on spring break or in need of a leisure pursuit--watch it. If you already have, commiserate with me, damn it.
And as New York Magazine so beautifully did, let us give Landsman the last word on Jimmy McNulty:
He was the black sheep, a permanent pariah. He asked no quarter of the bosses and none was given. He learned no lessons; he acknowledged no mistakes; he was as stubborn a Mick as ever stumbled out of the Northeast parish just to take up a patrolman's shield. He brooked no authority. He did what he wanted to do and he said what he wanted to say, and in the end he gave me the clearances. He was natural police. And I don't say that about many people, even when they're here on the felt. I don't say that often unless it happens to be true. Nat'ral po-lice. But Christ, what an asshole.
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