Offensiveness Plus Offensiveness, Multiplied By Horror
My neck is LITERALLY sore, because I have WHIPLASH from whipping my head around FURIOUSLY in all directions so that I can VOMIT from the disgusting attempts at entertainment that comprise a typical episode of General Hospital because oh...my god.
Jax: No, you're not seeing the big picture, ok? This is nothing. Me being arrested right now is nothing. Yeah, sure, it's humiliating and Sonny is probably loving this right now. But his real goal here is to take my little girl away from me. Come on, detective, you know my stepson, right? You know that he was shot in the head standing next to Sonny. I don't want that happening to my little girl, ok? I'm trying to save her life. I'm trying to save her life here. Ok? I need your help. I need you to help me. I need you--I need you to help me prove that I was set up. Grace, Grace! Please! I don't-- I don't want to lose my little girl. You have to tell the truth, ok? You gotta tell the truth. You--you have to tell them that Sonny set me up.
On almost any other show...
1.) this would be the undisputed choice for the worst. Just...the worst. A twist of awful coming at the end of a custody story that hasn't wavered from its stance of egregious badness.
2.) Sonny's actions would be universally reviled because, you know, he's horrible. But considering the writers have treated Jax with indifference at best and a strange sort of hostility at worst ("Look at him, all tall and blonde, with an accent. Who does this bastard think he is?"), I worry that people will be irked momentarily before moving on with a shrug, only to revisit it in the future during stories prefaced with "Remember the time that Sonny did that HILARIOUS thing?" Considering that this show turned Lucky's "death" in the fire into an inside joke between Helena and Luke, it's not like I am completely out of my mind here.
But no. For a show that is wholly unambitious when it comes to creativity, General Hospital is downright pathological about not resting on its laurels when it comes to disturbing its audience.
Javier: If I help you... I need some compensation. Sleep with me and I'll tell you where your father is.
Javier: Well, you're in no position to make demands.
Lulu: How do I know you'll keep your end of the bargain?
Javier: Well, first you'll please me. And if you're very, very good...I'll tell you everything you need to know.
There is not enough UGH in the world. "You know what this universally loathed exercise in illogic and randomness needs? SEXUAL VIOLENCE. I smell Emmy!"