Half Good, Half Awful

I finally finished watching Battlestar Galactica. I wouldn't have done it that way, but I get it. It could have been much worse; at least we got to see everyone (left) metaphorically (or physically) ride off into the sunset. But what bothers me is the writers' accommodation of apocalyptic cosmic karma. The whole plot of the show was fueled by inspired visions, a "plan," and "faith," only to have the hand behind it all be represented by nothing but "angels" with fewer answers and fewer morals than their ministered.

Any notion of a god left at the end of the show was all but meaningless, and seemingly purposefully so. The "one, true god" is a blind petty retard who hates being defined by a word, playing numbers games until something different than near total horror happens. Hell, with that position on a god, I'm a believer. BUT, the god can plan enough for apocalypse, simultaneous visions, inspired resurrections, chance meetings, miraculous signs, inexplicable births, and a black hole showdown all about 5 people and a little girl, even though this god still hasn't worked the whole plan out. Right...

I give science fiction a long rope with the whole "we are here for a purpose" pablum. Consistency is my only requirement, and that's the show's only failure. Instead, the writers used one end of my rope to strangle easy fundamentalists and the other to whip staunch skeptics and (science) atheists just to accommodate the pussies among us (and themselves) who choose the sit in the masturbatory metaphysical middle and hope--with nihilistic solipsism--that the universe has a plan for every human and atom. Other than death and dispersion. Again, consistency is all I ask. If you're going to have an intervening god with a "plan," don't cop out at the end and say that everything that happens is part of an unfinished, murder-filled gamble guided by sympathetic-yet-callous Pucks doing the yet-undecided will of everything.

For all they went through, those characters deserved a better god than that.

So to Ronald Moore: I'll take the sunsets. You can have your frackin' god and its half-ass, makeshift "plan." You don't know what it is anyway, and you wrote the gods-damn thing.