Much like the Wendy Cope poem, Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis, this may not be much of a blog post. But it was a thought that occurred, and I wanted to flesh it out a little. Schitt’s Creek is many things, chief among them a redemption tale. It starts with a simple, if unlikely premise. …
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