You know if you are trying to eat soup made from a heart ripped from the chest of a tortured soul and you happen to be tooling across a bridge, say, some of this fluid might drip from your spoon as you try to move the utensil from the bowl to your boca.

Agreeable, this. One more sentence to add: Sons of Anarchy is rotten, especially when compared with shows like the Bridge or Dennis and Dee (Mac carries a trash bag of chimichangas and injects himself with insulin. Charlie and Frank sleep in a fold-out. It is to laugh.)  People watch, they produce. The sad and…

I was feeling that too, Sheltie, at least on a Constable Bob and Manny Stokes swerve. Clear, strong echoes of each other. One never suspects Patton Oswalt has committed a rash of capital crimes, though.

One must have other characters should one choose to Ned Stark a main cast member. This program (Fuck You) The Killing lacks that flexibility. The patterns are set and the viewers that remain are comfortable with the range of outcomes. 
Linden and Holder can't go anywhere. Starsky without Hutch? Bite your tongue.

Oh wait…you expect me to watch some new offering, oh mandarins of Home Box Office wherever you may lurk, maybe enjoy it, maybe start following it and maybe even become emotional tied to the thing and then what? Suffer alone after you cancel it because horses get hurt or Laura Dern's mascara was running.
No. Damn you…

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I know everything there is to know about the greatest meth ever invented.