What I’m (No Longer) Laughing At/Watching: “King of the Hill”

[Update/Edit: For some reason, OpenCongress.org is linking to this post on the HR 45 page.  I have written about HR 45 - that's over here.]

Ever start to type a post, and then read where someone else has written what you wanted to say, only with more clarity and skill?

Hank is the archetypal anti-free spirit, an assistant manager at a local company selling “propane and propane accessories” with a wife, Peggy, who thinks she speaks fluent es-pan-nole, and a son, Bobby, who looks like a bag of potatoes with two feet and a head.  Hank loves his quiet life, and the mere idea that someone might consider him “cool” would terrify him – Hank likes routine, calm and the occasional Alamo beer.   And he’s perhaps the fussiest heterosexual character in television history – about his lawn, about his tools, about his abnormally narrow urethra.

But the true glory of Hank is his eternal conflict with those who somehow feel morally empowered to stick their noses into his life.  All Hank wants is to be left alone, but a never-ending stream of know-it-all petty fascist bureaucrats, nanny-state meddlers and smarmy government twerps with more authority than common sense are determined to get in his face.  Hank, you see, doesn’t understand his immense need to be changed and modified and improved by the forces of enlightenment.

Last episode of the series was on this past Sunday. (!)

Adios Hank: The Conservative World of ‘King of the Hill.’  [Big Hollywood]