Let Bartlet be Bartlet in the way back machine

Because I enjoy pain, I wateched half of the new The West Wing tonight. The sad part is a bunch of The West Wing and Sports Night alums are in the credits and the show plays like it's a Emmy-nominated epsiode of Yes Dear.

I don't always agree with the politics or message of the first four seasons of West Wing but my gosh do they sound lyrical. Visually, aurally, and by design. And now it looks and sounds like some crappy John Wells show.