Chicago P.D.

Sometimes I’m more than a little naive. Sometimes I almost feel like I’m stupid. I was going to say that I know I’m not but, I reconsidered and said to myself that, on occasion, I really do appear to be. All this self-doubt is because I wanted to watch a recent episode of Chicago P.D. and found that I couldn’t. When I went to NBC to watch the program they said “Sorry, this video is not available from your location.” Okay, I can buy that. I then went to Directv, my TV service provider, and told them I would like to stream Chicago P.D. and they also told me that I couldn’t, no matter how much I paid them every month. So now I’m thinking “What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?” like some kind of an addict going through withdrawal. Only, I’m not really an addict. I just want an hour of mindless dribble to pacify my need to escape the endless realities of my not being King of the World. Yes, I have the program recorded at home, but I won’t be there for a while. I can live without Chicago P.D. for a few weeks. But there’s no way that I can go without being able to fantasize about being Raymond Reddington for that long. I’m not asking much. I just want a small sliver of pleasure in my existence. Just an hour’s worth. I’ll watch the commercials. I’ll even promise to buy one or more of the products advertised. I just want to watch a little American TV. Is that so hard?

So what am I going to do? I guess it’s time for a VPN. I’m thinking I might try this one.