So watching Sly Sports when I notice the latest TV reboot: Magnum P.I.

Now as a kid I loved Magnum. In the late 70’s early 80’s there was a rake of stuff that started at 9pm on a Friday night which was perfectly timed for the 8.30’ish arrival of the chip van to our street.

Deep fried chicken breast, with the wing on, chips and gravy being tucked into just as Magnum, Starsky & Hutch, Cagney & Lacey or Heart to Heart kicked in – I can hear the theme tunes now…

O’course Magnum now isn’t a rugged 6’2″ full chest of hair man’s man, it’s some wimpy chicolino type – you know the type Trump’s wall is designed to keep out – and Higgins is a wimmenz.

I notice thick “Rick” is still of the original casting type because, well, he’s thick isn’t he, so the right stereotype for that hated demographic.

Magnum P.I. used to be “Private Investigator” now it means “Progressive Inclusive”.

Cunts!

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