It's Like "Groundhog Day", Except It's Written Terribly. And Also A Tragedy.
I cannot even, you guys. I cannot even.
I cannot even tell you how much I am dreading spending the next few days/weeks/months, depending on how long before the General Hospital writing staff gets bored with this story, watching something horrible happen to an adorable little boy. I just...the never-ending despair that is life in Port Charles and the quickness with which soap writers go the dead/dying/in peril hurt and offend me.
I cannot even tell you how annoyed I am, pre-emptively, at how this will be spun to make it seem like Jason and Sonny's lifestyle isn't so dangerous after all. "Sure, the mob is quote dangerous un-quote, but you know what else is dangerous and/or deadly? Doors that open. Yeah. That's the REAL danger!"
I cannot even roll my eyes hard enough to fully express my irritation at how Jason-focused this story is going to be. The promo is all about him! "A hitman with a painful past..." Let me finish that sentence for you, Gravelly-Voiced Promo Man: "A hitman with a painful past is, literally, involved in every single thing to ever happen on this show. Granted, not very much happens on this show, so that is sort of a hyperbolic statement but still. He's everywhere".
I cannot even muster up the energy to rant at how often and how blatantly Bob Guza rips off his own stories. Another accident that could have been caused by any one of the harried drivers on that road at that exact time? We're doing that AGAIN? REALLY?
See? I can only angrily spit out three sentences and a mere 26 words. They've finally broken me.