I’m officially quitting the Walking Dead. Since watching the Season 7 premiere, it seems obvious that the writers don’t know where to go, so they’re taking us on a bullshit journey of gruesome that I am simply not interested in traveling. The writers have fucked up and, being the unforgiving asshole that I am, I’m leaving.
Rick having his face plastered with blood has evolved into the new norm, but the bashing of skulls – especially of characters that seem to have the most humanistic personas – is a bit too much. The line has been crossed.
And where the hell are all the women and children? Why are there all men in Neegan’s camp and is this a setup for a bordello of Neegan-owned women that he confiscated like inanimate objects from the men he coerced and tortured into submission? The guise will, of course, be that the women went to him voluntarily to save their husbands from having their skulls bashed by Neegan. Fuck that.
The writing is on the wall for a whole bunch of torture, gore, and perversion in the coming episodes so I’m bowing out now.
Sorry Daryl. I’m gonna miss you.
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