Yeppers, boys and girls, mothers and fathers, rich men and poor men, straights and tokers, hipsters and genuine individualists, conservatives and genuine human beings, yer friendly neighborhood Munchaderata is back, and I’m here to tell ya–
I say, I’m here to tell ya–
I say…well, you get the point–
Disjointed has shown this munchadelic one the Kingdom and the Glory, and the hell with “goods” and “bads” and pros and cons or stars or thumbs up. Format be damned, damned to hell, sistahs and brothas!
All I can do is give thanks to, in no particular order except that of course the writers go first:
Taii K. Austin
John D. Beck
& the Fabulous Kathy Bates
+ the rest of the cast and crew
And I also pledge total allegiance forever (or until Disjointed is cancelled, whichever comes first) to Netflix for stepping in after CBS totally fucked up and didn’t just drop the ball they killed the fucking messiah before he even had a chance to preach, let alone get nailed.
In other words, Disjointed is the best thing I’ve seen on TV since BBC Two stopped making The League of Gentlemen. Click, do not walk, to your closest available PC or similar computery thingy, light up a joint (or don’t because you don’t need to be high when you’re watching this spliff), and let the world around you burn, baby, burn.
You’ll be way too busy laughing to care.