Every morning I wake up, I give thanks that Jack Bauer has once again saved the world.
I don’t watch the show. My husband turns it on once I head to bed, and then he tells me the next day about what Jack Bauer had to endure.
Poisons? Incurable viruses? Of course, he survives.
Plane crashes? Where he has to take over the driving? Oh, yes.
A nuclear bomb or bombs that threaten to wipe out half the world? No problem.
Every form of torture? Easy peasy.
Labeled as a rogue agent and gets hunted by everybody? Then is redeemed? Yup.
Huzzah to Jack Bauer!