Ahhh, yes, after a long winters nap, the finger returns. Angry, and full of fingery fury.

This week, The Finger goes to Pam Anderson’s bullshit new sitcom, “Stacked.” See, it’s funny because it’s set in a bookstore stacked with books, and she also has big titties. You say how that works, the tit joke in the title? God, you can see the brilliance behind this intellectual juggernaut. And they got Christopher Lloyd in this thing? What, do they have pictures of him fucking a chimp? How did that happen? “If she takes one more step up that ladder, these won’t be the only buns on display!” Ha-HA! Zinger! I mean, I grew up on sitcoms, they shaped what passes for my sense of humor, and most of the time I can pick out the jokes three or four seconds before they happen (not like I’m Kreskin or anything, but still). I realized a while ago that I watch zero sitcoms now. Have I just grown out of them as none of them could touch something like “Three’s Company” or “The Jeffersons” or “Mel’s Diner” (was “Mel’s Diner” actually “Alice,” and she just worked at Mel’s Diner, where one was often invited to kiss the grits of sassy, redheaded waitresses?), or has the whole thing devolved to this wretched point where things like “Stacked” and “According to Jim” and “Two and a half Men” are what give us our laughs. I mean, there used to be a night of a thousand laughs, not too long ago. Seinfeld, Freinds, Fraiser, that other show.

Who will teach our children to laugh? Or will they just learn about spatter patterns of a dead-man’s semen on CSI & Law & Order & Shirley.

Congrats, Pam Anderson and “Stacked,” you’ve ruined society and you get The Finger.

Culturally elite, I remain…