The Man

Here’s something to ponder: There’s this TV-show called CSI, and it seems that people either love it or hate it. I, and I’m not afraid to admit it, love it. All three versions of it. There’s just something soothing in watching beautiful people get bludgeoned to death. Which of course is not true, it’s devastating, but really quite entertaining. So, I can’t understand those people who don’t fall for something as shiny as that.

But there’s more. Strangely enough, deep within the CSI-lover’s universe, there’s a rift of its own. There are those who admire Horatio Cane, the unrelenting moralist of CSI: Miami. And there are those who despise him. I, once again, am not ashamed to admit that I’m a fervent admirer of Cane, whose morals are impeccable and who doesn’t shy away from handing out his business card to any kid that remotely seems like it could need some help by a cop sometime in the future. Seeing this man crushing his opponents with his little, sardonic smile and a whip of his shades is just the kind of entertainment I’m turning my TV on for. Sure, his total lack of humour can be used against the man, but seriously, who needs humour when you’re so cool you could make a hot-dog freeze (haha, ok, that one was lame).

Basically what I’m trying to say here is that despite all those nay-sayers, Horatio Cane is the man.