"Long life to you brother."

CSI (Especially CSI: Miami) is awesome. It is on TV something like 31 hours a day, 8 days a week. David Caruso's brooding Horatio Caine is the perfect counter-point to Emily Procter's amazing Callie Duquesne. I just can't get enough of this show, and the fact that it is set in my former hometown makes it even better.

Indeed, this series picks up, for me, where Vice left off. Great music, great scenes, good writing...generally.

Except for last night's episode, where a plot to detonate a truckload of explosives at the Turkey Point Nuclear Power Plant by some very semitic looking bad guys is thwarted by H.

I can appreciate the set-up. The threat of a bomb at a nuke plant is a real fear, and the economic (and ecological) damage that would be caused is outrageous. I can even appreciate the delicacy that was exercised with the build up to the climax of the episode.

But when the (obviously) Islamic guy says "Long life to you, brother" rather than "Allah akhbar" (or some other Arabic proclamation), I say that we have lost our collective minds.