The Best Case for Euthanasia

Okay, with our thanks given, let's talk murder. Or, really, just mercy killing. After Monday's "Studio 60," it's right and proper that we kill Harriet Hayes. Not Sarah Paulson. I like her. Her character. The dull, uninteresting, air-sucking, show-killing character. She's not believable and her storylines take too much of the show for no good purpose. Kristin Chenoweth is a mildly interesting third-tier performer, but a send-up of her travails isn't interesting enough to make her interesting, much less someone playing her.

We get it. Life's hard for a Christian in Hollywood. Pressures to be heathen are everywhere. But Pat Robertson, gay marriage, hot Christian lingerie shoots? It's . . . not . . . working. And her romance with Matthew Perry's character? Show of hands from everyone who really wants to see them together. . . .

Okay, then. Kill her. Car wreck, vengeful lunatic, stage light on her head in the middle of a performance, I don't care. The stories that could come off of any possible demise will be infinitely better than the ones they've had and the ones down the path they're on. Paulson will get points for being such a trooper through this mess, the suction on the show will end, and maybe we can get to something worth of "Sports Night"'s successor after all before the plug is pulled on the show. Please. I mean it. Kill her.

Talk about giving thanks . . . .