Let it be known, on this glorious day, the 30th of September, 2012, that I finished watching “The Daleks in Angels Take Manhattan Manhattan” and it was so unbelievably glorious that I did not shed a single tear.

Yes, yes, 2 and a half series of my favorite show of all time all dedicated to some questionably faithful ginger and her pussy boyfriend who needed to be turned into plastic figurine that shoots pencils or some shit in order to acquire a sack.

Verily, the haggis lover and the dude with a bird’s haircut came into the show, made two consecutive series near unbearable, and participated in the first half of another complete miss.

And though these episodes have been misses, I, for one, will certainly not miss them.

Let us watch as Moffat has to find a whole new way to tank this fucking series.

And, by the way, if Men In Black 2 makes better use of the Statue of Liberty as a plot device, you know you suck asshole as a fucking writer. 

Oh, and P.S. Moffat, just for your edification

IF RORY GETS SENT BACK IN TIME ANYWAY THEN IT’S NOT A MOTHERFUCKING PARADOX IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE.  AND YOU CAN’T SAY IT WASN’T A FIXED POINT BECAUSE THE GRAVESTONE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME.

COME TO THINK OF IT, WHEN YOU JUST ARBITRARILY ADD AMY TO THE MIX, IT KIND OF FLIES IN THE FACE OF THE POINT OF THE WHOLE GOD DAMN EPISODE.  WHAT’S WITH THE WRIST BREAKING?  THE FUTURE CAN’T BE CHANGED UNLESS YOU JUST HAPPEN TO MAKE IT WORSE BY SENDING TWO PEOPLE BACK TO DIE?  SUCK MY DICK FOREVER.