Reasoning with Madness
"This is a barbaric yawp, and it will be sounded over the roofs of the world."
It used to be a great show.
I mean season one was incredible, across the board. And that's how they got me. I hung on thinking we would get that kind of quality again, but we didn't. Ever.
From season 2 until last weeks hideous episode, I've slugged it out through every poorly-written episode, every mundanely boring season and every painfully ugly death of a major character.
But I'm done now.
Tonight I will no longer watch Walking Dead. It hit me that so many of us, including me, sat down eagerly waiting to see....who dies!
I mean, what kind of sick fucking mind set is that? And then how it all played out last week. Fuck it. I don't need that abuse in my life. It finally sank in, after sitting through the grueling dialogue from yet another hideous character that has no redeeming quality whatsoever, as he slowly plowed over 2 great characters (yeah we all knew Glen would get it, but Jesus Christ) AND Abraham, just to toy with and punish us as we are led to believe everyone died too? Nope. I'm over it. It's finally pushed me over the edge.
The show is tasteless now. It's not even the deaths that bother me so much as the agonizing pace of the story, the terrible writing, the poor storytelling, the fractured plots and the full scale hopelessness of everyone in the story.
I've put up with so much ugliness from this show, always leaving a bad taste in my mouth every Sunday night going into the work week. It's like I've been a victim of Stockholm Syndrome, eagerly anticipating the next nasty abuse of my psyche from my tormentor, holding me hostage. I mean they have a fucking support group show following it! For god sake, its enough.
You've lost this committed fan once and for all.
There's plenty of shows I can watch on a Sunday night that won't destroy and disappoint me every week, and I can't believe it's taken me this long to come to this decision. But its time to move on.
There's enough hopelessness in real life, I don't need it when I try to escape for an hour. It's time to take my fall Sundays back and do something that fills me with joy and happiness, not abject horror and hopelessness.
RIP Walking Dead.
I shall not miss you.
Who Am I?
I am Ahab.