I'm actually sorta speechless, and for a windbag like me, that says it all!
Just when I think Netflix can sink no lower down the proverbial shower drain, they coat-hanger out yet another gelatinous pound of ancient, hairy drama that burns my eyeballs and good senses.
Here we experience what amounts to Chapter 3 in the Tiger King trilogy, yet another sordid tale of criminal mischief, false identity, misogyny, physical abuse, child brides, forced abortions, overinflated egos, delusion, narcissism, control, calorie counting, boob jobs, and flat-out dumbassery.
God these people are stupid.
Alas, as Buddha is reputed to have written, “Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth,” so if there is any pacification to be experienced, maybe it'll come in the form of comeuppance.
