S3E10 - H CON 172

We're back after Thanksgiving, I hope your various Facebook Uncles and Red-hat In-Laws were thoroughly owned by facts and logic. Today's ep is a real snoozer, wherein Leo basically does the T-pose soldier thing over the sleeping Bartlet Administration, which promptly wakes up and decides to eat the barrage of slings and arrows right in the face anyway. If you don't understand this combination of words: congratulations, you are not as Online as Sam Seaborn is. Josh/Amy romance (??) continues to flourish* (??) in a bizarrely contrived set of interactions that smacks of a PG-13 YA comedy movie written by AND for Obama Boys. They kiss. Awwwww. We see the president a couple of times. Mostly about a map. The end result is his acceptance of censure and faux-profound staring-into-the-distance contemplation, annnnd star wipe and we're out. Anyway, see y'all next week probably. Music from The Temptations and The New Pornographers