Sometimes the world gets too intense, boring, weird or any other thing the world gets too much of. When these things become readily apparent in our every day lives, we like to take a little vacation, to get away from the intensities of existence, the vicissitudes that are intrinsic to being human.
There are three forms of escapism: TV, Literature, and Hard Drugs. Watching the telly gives many a people great satisfaction and it’s the most accessible form of “getting away”. Turn it on and become an automaton. Literature requires much more <work> but induces a far superior stupor than television and generally the escape made is very well received. Hard Drugs produce a complete escape from reality, one is left thoroughly <gone> and without <work>. The draw to this is undeniable, but the plunge back into reality can be quite harsh, leaving the user only wanting more. Burn out is probable, and often it is the TV/Lit user that is left to maintain the physical state of the reality blasted HD user. You will become a wretch most like. Burnout is inevitable and your TV/Lit friends will leave you. So, in summation the best and safest forms of escape are indeed TV and Literature, of which literature is the triumphant winner.
But sometimes, even for us Lit users, the allure of the automaton is just too great, and you sit down, turn on the television, flip around, nothing, open up Netflix, look around, “Oh, here’s this show I’ve been hearing about, Downtown, no, Downton Abbey? Yeah… I wonder what it’s like? Let’s try it.”
So, now you’re trapped! Ensnared! Unwittingly you have watched Downton Abbey, and found it not to be what it claims to be, viz. television. You thought you were going to be watching TV, become an automaton, but what was up with all the emotions you were made to feel? The Anxiety. And what was up with the overwhelming sense of DREAD, is that not what you were trying to escape in the first place? It was, but now by means of trickery you are in a dual reality. You must deal with your life, as before, but now you’ve got to worry about a whole host of rich folks and the scurrying servants that live and snuggle and fight and kiss and plot beneath 
them! But how have they hooked you, it’s just a television show, right? No.
Here I propose that by powers unknown, wizry, voodoo, magic, whatever you want to call it, you have been given, under the guise of <just TV> , Hard Drugs. People, I warned you earlier, burnout is inevitable, your friends will leave you – you will crash and burn. If you continue on this path, you will not live to see another episode of the spectacle that has become yourlife. Oh despair! But, what if I told you there is a way out, and, for you that have been spent and used up by this show (Hard Drugs), there is still hope!
AGENT GATES AND THE SECRET ADVENTURES OF DEVENTON ABBEY (A PARODY) is your antidote! This is a graphic novel that totally erases the long lasting effects of using Downton. It’s a miracle worker! It’s as if you’ve never been touched by Matthew’s back injury (he couldn’t have babies for heaven’s sake!) or Edith’s wedding day abandonment (that jerk!). Whoa! Just talking about those events makes me need to escape them. Good thing I’ve got AGENT GATES AND THE SECRET ADVENTURES OF DEVENTON ABBEY (A PARODY). This graphic novel is so funny! It had me laughing again! I hadn’t laughed since Bates was accused of stealing Richard’s cuff links. I was freed by it, and so can you! Having trouble sleeping after O’Brien killed Cora’s baby (Oh GOD kill that pickle curl headed woman now!)? I’m not, because I have escaped my dual reality with AGENT GATES AND THE SECRET ADVENTURES OF DEVENTON ABBEY (A PARODY).
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