And to think we used to complain about the dearth of Washington-related shows on television. Now we have the opposite problem — more fictitious administrations than anyone can keep track of, more back stabbing, bed hopping, betraying, compromising and scandalmongering than our poor capital can bear. I am therefore preparing to introduce legislation that will effect an immediate reduction in such grandiose depictions of politics. I am calling it Kevin’s Law.

Kevin as in Spacey, referencing his sinister and at times corny lead role as the House majority whip in “House of Cards,” a slick new 13-episode series that unfurls Friday, in its entirety, on Netflix.

As you’ve probably heard, the subscription movie service is forging into the original programming business, guided by the mandates of today’s on-demand viewers, who want what they want, when they want it and how they want it. That’s called power.

As it happens, “House of Cards” (based on a British miniseries from eons ago, based on a novel) is mostly concerned with age-old ruminations on the corrosive but exhilarating power of power: “Money is the McMansion in Sarasota that starts fallin’ apart after 10 years,” Spacey’s character, Rep. Francis “Frank” Underwood (D-Antebellumville), tells us in an on-again off-again honeysuckle accent. “Power is the old stone building that stands for centuries.”

“House of Cards” is by no means a total disaster. It’s pretty to look at, and, if your day has not already been consumed with Type A personalities inside the Beltway, then it may fall well within your definition of entertainment. If, on the other hand, you’ve got even the slightest case of Washington fatigue, then you should run screaming. (I mean, after a day of Chuck Hagel confirmation grillings, are you sure you want to spend your weekend curled up with this?)

And almost anyone should be frightened off by the show’s unwise narrative trope, in which Spacey breaks the fourth wall to biliously mansplain the unwritten rules of dirty politics to the viewer. He might as well break out in Capitol Steps show tune parodies — it would seem less silly.

Some may grouse that, once again, another city besides Washington is playing the part of Washington. (This time it’s Baltimore.) “House of Cards” makes lovely use of its D.C. exterior shots and aerials and even pulls off the rare trick of filming a clandestine meeting between Frank and Zoe in an actual Metro station. I have turned a corner (in the actual Washington) on this debate and will no longer complain about TV shows that are about us but not filmed here. Our traffic is bad enough. Who needs the hassle?

“House of Cards” is written and steered by Beau Willimon (whose stage play “Farragut North” became the movie “The Ides of March”), with pedigree directing from Fincher (who is also a producer); directors of later episodes, including Joel Schumacher, were reportedly given an artistic latitude wider than TV directors usually get.

Netflix is proud of the show (it has confidently ordered a second season) and aspires to be your premium network of choice someday very soon. Here, with Netflix’s first big series, the network has done everything right and still got it sort of wrong. In other words, welcome to television.

House of Cards

(about one hour per episode) All 13 episodes are available on Netflix starting Friday.