The Game of Boned

Greetings my Virtual Reading people, person . . . thanks, mom.

Welcome to another addition of TSTABG! Riveting? Nope. Attention holding? Not on your life. Educational? Not particularly. So why are you here? Because of The Game of Thrones, that's why. So the big season eight finale wrapped up the other night and, well, as we may have predicted there are some people with waaaaaay to much time on their tiny little hands. And that is not a shot at Trump, as far as you know. Now full disclosure I have watched the entire eight seasons or, seven and a half would be the more accurate account, and I'm not going to lie I'm not overjoyed with the way it turned out either. That being said I also haven't started or signed a petition, or donated money to one of the characters favourite charity so she feels better. I didn't cry, whine or even bellyache about the lukewarm mess that is the last season of Game of Thrones. Okay so I bellyached a wee bit about who got the Iron Throne but other than that I took it like a . . . man? Nope. Like a woman? Negative. I took it like a person who realizes that it's just a TV show that entertained the shit out of me for eight, seven and a half, seasons. I absolutely dug the whole entire feel of the show, the characters were excellent, the acting was top notch, the writing was decent up to a point and then we arrived at season seven and a half. Now I can hear you screaming at your computer screen, no wait that's me, you are saying but AssWhole you wouldn't be praising the writing if you had read the books! Well dear VR I have read the books. As a matter of notice, I bought The Game of Thrones somewhere in the late nineties. I have read the books my darlings and I've enjoyed them as well. So the fact that I'm not overjoyed with the way it turned out means . . . nothing. I am entitled to my opinion and nothing more. I'm entitled to a wee bit of a rant around the water cooler where I can drop the word fuck, watch Bob's bleeding bloody heart go into convulsions, and not get into some perceived trouble. I can even go so far as to write a shitty weblog about it and scream into the void. But that's it. That's all you get. So you didn't like the way it ended. Boo hoo. Why don't you go on change.org and start a petition to redo season seven and a half into season eight.? Oh, wait some ninny already did. Is this where we are at now? Is this the acme of anti-social media? Some self grandiose, entitled, narcissistic asswipe thinks they should just up and remake season seven and a half? Like it's remaking a cake or another batch of cookies? Just call up all the players, even the dead ones, and have them back for another go? Listen, asswipe, I didn't like how Old Yeller turned out, (spoiler, the fucking dog was shot), but I don't think they should reshoot the ending. I wasn't crazy that they cast the dopey faced Toby Macquire as Spiderman but did you see me ringing up change.org to have them, not only recast the fucking Spiderman but reshoot all three movies as well. Because I have that power right? Listen, I get that a lot of you are angry, or hurt, or disappointed or whatever it is that your fragile emotions are feeling but you should be happy that this show not only entertained you for seven and a half seasons but also has made you feel . . . something. I mean, let's be honest, someone actually started a petition to have them reshoot the last season or some silly thing, I don't really know but my point is, someone felt something so strongly that they did something about it. The fact that it is also self-entitled and idiotic is a small thing comparatively speaking, right?

We just need to see it turn out the way WE want it too. And the rest of it be damned to hell. Well, my fellow complainers, this too shall pass and in the grand scheme of things, it really doesn't rank. Does it? No, it doesn't. Someone out there, maybe someone you know and love or someone you work with but don't really know, someone is really going through some shit. Is really having a shit time of it and it has nothing to do with a TV show that has ended and the actors and actresses have moved on with their lives months ago. Hell, it could very well be that some of those performers are having a shit time of it and they don't care that you aren't happy with the way it turned out. Or maybe, just maybe they aren't happy with the way it turned out either and I'm sure they have more pull than you. Just for shits and giggles, I hope they do reshoot it and make seven and a half billion dollars and, they fuck it up again. On purpose. The reality is that in a week from now the only thing left will be shitty memes about the seventh and a half season. Because by then we will have turned our callous, judging, non-creative gaze onto another worthy victim. I can get you started. It looks like they will cast Robert Patrick as your next Batman!! The hell you say!!! That sparkly, bloodsucking candyass is going to be the next Caped Crusader? That's the word on the street. Now, don't you feel better about . . . what was I talking about?

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"Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups." George Carlin