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Seinfeld, S9, E17. The final season. Everything about the intro to this episode (where we see what Kramer gets up to in Jerry's apartment when he is out) is so damn funny. Seinfeld is so time-specific but it is also eternal. Besides politics, rewatching all 9 seasons of Seinfeld every night is the only thing I have been able to deal with (not that I can deal with politics) watching these past few months, as I reel from the state of the world. I can't bear any contemporary "entertainment." It makes me sick and I resent the people who continue to make it too much right now. Every night I travel back in time to when Seinfeld played on TV every night for years and years. The seasons were always scrambled, the episodes were out of order and on loop. It was comforting. I know them by heart. Out of the 180 episodes I have rewatched from start to finish, starting in November, it turns out there were only 1 or 2 I had never seen. I also listen to a lot of music. I listen to a lot of old songs and albums and concerts to see if I still like them. To remember how I feel about them, to stay close to my memories. Our memories. To recognize the genius I lived through. How high the bar could be.

In this scene, Kramer impersonates Jerry, the stand-up comedian, behind his back, the way Biden impersonates a real president behind ours.

Am I right, people?