Why the battlestar galactica finale sucked all ass
I've had it with anti-science/technology themes.
[spoilers follow, although the whole deal is such a gigantic, steaming pile of shit that you shouldn't care]
The humans finally find Earth but rather than set up a livable settlement, they unanimously decide to abandon their technology, their weapons, their equipment... because technology is somehow the source of their discontent. They set their spaceships on cruise control into the sun. They reject modernity and set off wandering the world la-la Captain Caveman while their leader flies off to die alone on a hill. Suddenly a race of people that has been living with electricity and running water is going to try to survive with nothing more then the clothes on their backs and the contents of a duffel bag.
This kind of luddite, back to nature bullshit infests a lot of stories these days. Let's think about this for a minute. Without our intelligence and our ability to use tools we're just a bunch of chimps - smaller, weaker, slower chimps. We're walking snack packs for lions and any other predator. You want to know what life was like in the good old days before all that Evil science and technology? You lose your teeth and die before you're thirty four, your children all die of diphtheria. Ninety percent of your days are spent doing back breaking manual labor and your nights are spent sleeping with one eye open for hungry animals.
But what do you expect from the channel that gave us such gems as Ice spiders and Boa versus Python?
I want to throw Ron Moore through a plate glass window for having him waste those hours of my life.
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