Especially since I came to it off Television Without Pity's dissections, which do a laserlike job of pointing out all the really stupid things Sorkin wants us to accept as noble and good and right. Also, the fact that NewsNight spelled Richard Clarke's name wrong. Journalism!
Meanwhile, apparently Sorkin fired almost his entire writing staff. Except for the one who's his ex-girlfriend. Life imitates art? Or art serves as foreshadowing for the life of the artist?