This is a skeet about the junior World Hockey Championship, btw

Get you an elf worth insisting on.

This is a cause I can get behind

”Soft copaganda”, in that sense, is kind of a genre fundamental of the Conan Doyle/ Agatha Christie style detective stories Monk draws on. The police have to be pleasant enough to play second fiddle to a specialist and incompetent enough to need one.

The way I see it, he doesn’t reject redemption so much as never consider it in the first place. He’s in the right, after all. There’s really no need for him to. By the time some hint of a reality might begin to sink in, the damage is long since done. Which, you know, them’s the breaks.

Beautiful

It really, really is.

This ’they hate you’ shit is so deeply ironic. Because no, they’re just living their lives. You’re the one stewing in your hatred of them.

Sounds like you live in dangerous parts.

Well, it’s good to know they’re doing something with their life. Providing a service, and so on. Quite an admirable goat, really.

But then, who knows…