Hell Is For Some of You
I don’t know how much stock to put in one errant search query that led here, or the first link that comes up when you type said query into Google. But holy fucking hell am I mad right now. I may—repeat, MAY—have just nosed my way into two enormous spoilers. So let me say this once and again: Anyone looking for spoilers, don’t come here. Don’t click over here from your search engine. And if the person who did this time is reading this, I wish I could spit in your face and rob your parents’ graves. You people are an insult to everyone with hair covering their bodies.
I’m going to watch #52 and TRY NOT TO WATCH THIS AND ALL SUBSEQUENT EPISODES WITH THIS PREMONITION IN MIND. Then I will take a handful of downers, and hope that I can induce some sort of brain damage that will erase this entire experience from my head. If that happens, someone please delete this post. Either way, expect something long and literate tomorrow that sounds nothing like this.
On the bright side, at least there’s no way I can spend the whole season knowing my favorite Wire character is going to die. That already happened to me last time.
Oh and also, even if this wasn’t true, leakage sets up this paranoia-inducing conflation of speculation and premature reality. We can all think about what might happen, but at the same time, it already has happened. Who knows if this, or any other random plot detail about the series, is rumor or fact. It might well be that only one of these spoilers is real; in my current state, though, I have no idea but to believe them all. The existence of absolute truth is that kind of far-fetched bastard.
The Angel of Nature
P.S. A reader has informed me that Tom Shales’s recent WaPo piece might be the cause of all this. So don’t read it.