Jacob:
One man’s “there are no good guys” is another man’s “then it follows
that there are no bad guys,” and I try to stay on the right side of
that line, but this deck seems really stacked. It’s all people who
either A) don’t matter or B) are so disgusting they don’t matter, which
means that anybody who throws in alongside them ceases to matter as
well. Which is not how this should go down, because I want to root for
everybody. Or, maybe in this case, for nobody. It’s hard to see where
the insurrectionists are coming from when this is the company they
keep. I guess somebody that’s not me could similarly say that it’s hard
to see where the loyalists are coming from when most of them are Cylons
and all of them are suddenly pro-Cylon, which tracks because the Fleet
is ignorant enough to think that “Cylons” are still the problem. But
I’ve actually been watching the show for four years, and it’s nothing
like that simple. I just wish it wereless simple to come down
on this side, and I’m afraid one Racetrack — whom I’ve always found
boring — and a few worried looks from Felix aren’t going to cut it.
This is a dumb plan, being carried out for dumb reasons, by the dumbest
trash in the Fleet. How is that attractive?
This is the problem, though. You do something assholish, even if you’re a good guy who by and large has a reasonable point, and you end up attracting these assholes because you need them to do stuff for you. You need bodies for your revolution so you take who you can get. And who you can get is usually who’s irrational and pissed off, because you’re in a hurry and they’ll go along with your crazy fast and not ask too many annoying questions, like “now what?” and “should we, like, have a plan before we go all berserker on the place?” It’s not that the revolution is bad because it’s being propagated by sucky people, it’s that the very nature of the revolution ensures a place for these rapists and dickheads because when all you’ve got is 10,000 hammers you need 10,000 nails. Flatheaded, thick ones, easy to bang into place. Thus, every rapist and dumbass on the planet ends up siding with you and if you feel sort of sticky afterward, well, look. You made up the recruiting brochure. This is what you asked for.
In any case, spoilers within.
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