Last night I watched what is considered the “mid-season finale” of Battlestar Galactica. The episode was crazy delicious! I was jumping off the walls as secrets were revealed and drama played out. At the end of the episode I was drooling for more… so I hit the electric ether to find out when the next episode is going to be. I was hoping it would be next week so that I wouldn’t have to wait two or three weeks to find out what happens next.
Well, the final 10 episodes are going to commence – horror of horrors – in the first quarter of 2009!?!? Are you frakkin’ kidding me!? What kind of sick game is this? It’s not even officially summer yet and I have to wait until after Christmas?! ARGH!
I'm a Christ-follower, compelled by my faith toward reason, which points directly toward conservatism. This world's daily onslaught of lunacy offends my intellect and senses, so this is my venue to blow off steam.
And so, Battlestar Galactica is reduced to a simple fable – we run from our past, believing the future holds something better for our species, while praying we can rise above our dark “human nature” before we do ourselves in. This episode was a mirror, showing how despite hope for a bright technological future, we’re simultaneously on the knife’s edge of destruction.
In one episode, Battlestar Galactica moved beyond the addictive, nit-picky details like “who is the last Cylon?” and “how did Tigh get Six pregnant?” and reminded me of the big picture – our irrepressibly hopeful yet frustratingly misguided humanity.
Enter Doctor Zee – The Fifth Cylon
“The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends for which we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr
http://www.webomatica.com/wordpress/2008/06/14/battlestar-galactica-revelations/
think of it as a Christmas and New Year’s present.
As a child, Battlestar Galactica was my favorite TV show. I don’t know exactly what my young heart and mind found appealing in the show – maybe it was my fascination with outer space, maybe their metallic uniforms, maybe… I remember I would mimic, “By your command” in a robot-like manner of speaking. It will remain one of my fond childhood memories.
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