An extended riff on the idea that the happy TV life of American polite society has become so poisoned, so irradiated, that its objects and signifiers have become indistinguishable from something supernaturally cursed.
Everyone here is aware that there is a cosmic ledger within which they must write small acts of penance and atonement, but the ultimate sin is self-delusion, and you can't buy your way into heaven with empty gestures of liberal do-gooderism.
A bit on-the-nose with some of…