Between Wun Wun carrying a big effing tree and Melisandre blowing holes in the Bolton lines, I was kind of hoping for a little more high fantasy. Heck, I could have done with a tad more low fantasy and having Karstark trying to knife Ramsay when he turned his archers on his own men.

I'm pretty sure Davos is the Ron Swanson to Jon Snow's Leslie Knope, but I'm also pretty sure that's an off-theme comparison.

If there is one upshot to Jon's boneheaded Starkness, it's now impossible for anyone to say that Jon is doing this as part of his own power play to gain control of the North. The rap on bastards in this world, and the reason they are specifically identified with their own surname, is because it's assumed that the…

Doubtful, really. The only opponent he's faced and bested that the Northmen might know about is Qhorin Halfhand, but Jon is probably keeping on the down-low about that victory. Most of the rest of it is probably just Ramsay projecting.

Robb got the best of Ned and Brynden Tully's strategic and tactical acumen. Jon got the worst of Rhaegar's and Lyanna's rashness and willingness to stand his ground against a giant hammer coming his way.

Not unless the fetus has hijacked the Sand Snakes' or Littlefinger's teleporter, no.

Puberty really seems to hit those Stark kids like the fists of an angry Wun Wun.

I will say in complete fairness that this was one battle scene that did not indulge in Hollywood Tactics. Usually, when they go all Braveheart, that's a sign of bravery. Here, it's clearly presented as a stupid move only indulged in because the one guy with any knowledge of tactics went and got himself exposed way out…

Tormund: "Note to self: next time I go into battle with Jon Snow, I make sure to take away that little pecker's horse."

Sorry Ramsay, but there's only enough plot armor to protect one bastard of Winterfell per week, and Jon's already died to prove the situation is serious.

IIRC, House Stark regularly outfitted its soldiers with brigandine armor, which is actually quite good considering: it's heavy armor that affords a lot of protection with additional chain underneath the plates, but it's also partly made of leather and won't make the soldier within hypothermic if used in cold weather.…

Well, historically the Boltons are despised throughout the North. Half of the reason why the Starks became the Kings of Winter was because they were the chief foes of the Boltons, and all the lesser houses that hated the Red Kings but didn't have the men to fight them decided to join forces with the Starks. So the…

In retrospect, it was pretty obvious that the Umbers, whose crest is a giant breaking its shackles, should never have gotten on the wrong side of Tormund Giantsbane. That's Harry Potter-level foreshadowing.

Ramsay: "I built the first theater in the North, just so that I could be the first to talk at it."

Honestly, I think it would have been kind of cool if he'd been offed by Sandor Clegane. He's moving north with the Brotherhood without Banners, he's looking for a purpose, there's probably no one in the world who thinks more highly of him than Sansa, and he's called The Hound. So . . . this seems to be like A to B…

My honest guess: Ramsay doesn't get killed by wolf, or by hounds. He gets gutted by The Hound. The Brotherhood looks to be coming North, they already took great pains to show that Sandor still has a purpose to the story. And Clegane has managed to straddle the knife's edge of good and bad almost entirely because no…

Wait just a cotton-picking minute. . .

At this point, D&D are essentially doing with Game of Thrones what Zach Snyder did with Watchmen. Now don't get me wrong: Zach Snyder didn't do a bad job with Watchmen, and it was clear his efforts were a sincere labor of love. But it was also clear that he kind of missed the point of the work, that superhero is a job…

And ED-209, so maybe there's a glimmer of hope there. It's kind of dependent on how invested Qyburn is on quality control.

A man was hired to give Cersei Lannister the gift in five years via Rube Goldberg device. A man is a servant of the Many-Faced God, and a servant does not ask questions.