Jenny Juggs

Ryan Murphy takes bad taste to a new level, surpassing all that has gone before in a display of crass stupidity. An embarrassment to behold. Something to shrink away from. Substandard mess. Entire episode hould have been deleted after production.

Ryan Murphy, boo!

There's no way around this. This is absolute junk. Junk in its lowest form. Like a piece of used bubble gum passed from one scriptwriter to another, "here, it's your turn to earn a few bucks with it, just write something ludicrous, we don't care, as long as it brings a few laughs." Something like that. Who cares about the credibility of an old show on its last legs anyway?

Mime Matt. Oh, what utter drivel. If I have to see one more painted face, I'm gonna punch it in the white-painted nose!

Look, you have Kelsey Lynn Batelaan. Utilize her as wayward daughter. No, not this cap-wearing bad idea.

But at the heart of my tirade:

An attrociously over-endowed caricature that uses her bosom as assault weapons? Ridiculous. Gory cut-up. Like, yuck. Shamefully talentless unimaginative horse manure dished up for the moronic at heart.

My utmost heartfelt contempt.