I really hope that at least some of my readers have watched the off-the-wall hit wonder "Trailer Park Boys" from Canada. I swear to God I have never seen a show that is funnier, and more apropos to this life we are living now; every one of us. The characters and plots are simply hilarious and often leave me revealing my dark side: the dreaded honk laugh that has been known to prompt responses from large sea birds as proven in Seattle.

I knew I found my t.v. home after losing "I Love Lucy" to time and the elements. Who couldn't fall in love with a show that features the "Kittyland Love Center" run by Bubbles, the googly-eyed, vaguely-village-idiot who is always winding up in some kind of nefarious trouble courtesy of his friends, Ricky and Julian.

The felonious antics don't stop there, though. While Bubbles is keeping Kittyland Love Center busy cat sitting for the trailer park residents; Ricky and Julian are perfecting the fine art of creating a hashish driveway that it is difficult for them to ignore. And, in fact, Ricky finds himself unable to resist the call of the wild and smokes a few chunks of it much to Julian's dismay.

Julian is the voice of reason, with his highball glass perpetually-glued to his hand whether he is driving or, as in last night's episode, stealing luggage to resell what's inside.

Meantime, Mr. Leahy and his off-and-on gay lover, Randy (who can't wear a shirt and seems to swing both ways) make it their mission in life to bust Ricky and Julian committing illegal acts...until Mr. Leahy sobers up and then turns to the dark side as well.

Yes, "Trailer Park Boys" is nothing short of a work of genius. I love every politically-incorrect, burping, icky-shot-of-Randy's-belly, Mr. Leahy fakey drunk, police chasin', felonious minute of it.

Because it reminds me of life. Real life, not the polite, suit-wearing poseur in some funky fake corporation whose only goal is to empty peoples' wallets. Life should be a little creepy and icky or it simply is uninteresting.

"Trailer Park Boys" epitomizes the current and past federal administrations generally - including Bush and Cheney who made perfect doppelgangers for Ricky and Julian. After all, it all depends on who you want to be in bed with, right? Or left? I don't know, center?

And you'd better believe a Mr. Leahy is lurking in the bushes filming your ass committing bad acts under cover of darkness just because he can. Oh yeah, only in the p.c. world, they call that "Credit Reporting."

Kittyland Love Center is what the current admin wants you to believe will become "Health Insurance and Real Security Love Fest" but I'm not feeling any love there, really. Just a little more imposition of govenrment into my world. Besides, what will I do with the hash driveway, man?

And about that...yeah, we've been druggified into oblivion with pills for every ill on sale legit for too much, or on the street for some time in jail. You choose. You make enough money to have your credit report "fixed" for you? Doubt it. But Mr. Leahy sure could once he becomes a cop again. After all, he did it for Ricky's dad. Reality? Fiction? Don't know, you tell me.

But I have every intention of dying laughing every thursday night when I get to watch my favorite show next to "Rescue Me." And I do so without shame or apology. Rock on, Bubbles and yay Kittyland Love Center! Thanks for showing us what a Trailer Park World we inhabit....only question I have left is...where's the love?