Fueling Thoughts

 I cancelled my streaming services because I realised binge-watching was even more wasteful and addictive than social media, but except for saving me a bit of money on subscription charges and making binge material a bit less accessible, it has not really eliminated the pastime. I ended up wasting two nights watching a so-called supernatural drama in semi-sepia tones, with 30s era cars and people in period costumes  in a contemporary western liberal (read as US Democrat propaganda) indoctrination series masquerading as a TV serial, only because of a brief flash of flesh in an altogether different film.  Honestly, I started watching it only because earlier Natalie Dormer gave a peep of her stockinged thigh in the "Counsellor," which I consider as one of the most sexually charged scenes in cinema, paradoxically in a film with the most morbid ending I had ever seen.  I had neither watched the Game of Thrones, except for a compilation of all the nude scenes in the series, nor the