So this is the last season for this long-running vamp series, and frankly, I won’t miss it.
It’s as if the Hollywood progtards writing the thing no longer have to worry about pissing viewers off, and now feel free to just let their freak flags fly.
Here is the content of tonight’s show:
The setup: “Bad” vampires are beseiging a small southern town. Many citizens have been murdered by the blood-suckers, and many have simply vanished. Along with the cops.
The citizens start shouting that they need to defend themselves against the vampires. They decide they need guns, “but the gun store is closed.” (This being the rural south, I can’t imagine that every home doesn’t have at least a rifle, a shotgun, and a pistol, but whatever…)
So they decide to raid the police armory. Where they are met by a black female cop who tells them she’s not gonna give up the guns to “a bunch of NRA-brainwashed lunatics.”
Eventually, though, she is talked around, (There are vampires! They’re coming back to kill us all!) and lets the citizenry take up arms in their own defense.
We are then treated to a scene in which the townspeople, transformed into brainless yahoos, wave pistols, rifles, and shotguns around like they were plastic toys, shooting holes in the walls and ceilings and (nearly) each other, whooping and hollering as they fall prey to the deadly spell of the evil firearms.
I dunno about you, but if I’ve got vampires coming for me, I want guns, lots and lots of guns, with lots and lots of ammo – although I suspect that the most effective setup might be a 12 gauge pump loaded with solid silver deer slugs. At the very least, double ought silver buck. (According to Larry Correia, silver makes lousy bullets, but I can’t see how it would diminish solid slugs and heavy buckshot at close range).
Anyway, this is how the Hollywood folks, who mostly hire their own gunmen for personal protection, look at the rest of us.