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You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will …Lester Burnham, American Beauty

In and out of the True Blood online universe people are dissatisfied with Alan Ball’s interpretation of Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels. The reaction of on-and offline viewers has ranged from perplexed to enraged in the wake of the season 4 finale. Many online have elected to disconnect from the show, at least emotionally. Far fewer fans are discussing True Blood this hiatus than in past seasons. More than two months on from the finale the atmosphere has settled into apathy and weary mockery, and this among neutral bloggers as well as formerly ardent fans. We’ll have to wait for June 2012 to see if this foul mood translates into anemic ratings.

This is about more than just angry rhetoric coming from disgruntled obsessives.  A few formerly supportive reviewers have turned on Mr. Ball and some have resorted to full blown mockery of the fundamental worth of the show.

All of the complaints are valid. I’ll say it again: All of the complaints are valid. The misogynistic portrayal of female characters, the lack of logic and consistency, the plot holes, lax continuity in both story and characterization, and the overwhelming sense of disorientation have coalesced into one pissed off fandom, which was fueled in no small part by outright character assassinations of fan favorites Pam and Eric. The consensus is these  characters were torn down so that a greedy, power mad, murdering psychopath of a character could be glorified and made to seem relatively harmless.

I’ve said this until I’m blue in the face but  this is just what happens when greedy power mad murdering psychopaths seize control of the narrative. [call it what you will but YES, True Blood is a mind fuck/screw/puzzle film and this usually involves a twisted, complicated narrative mode ala Fight Club] They feed us bullshit that doesn’t make any sense and they shove their fascist ideology down our throats. Black is white, white is black, war is peace, workers are the ones waging class warfare on the rich, the 1%, who control the narrative through the corporate media, are just a bunch of good ol’ boys. To prop themselves up the 1% must trump up villains du jour to terrify you into thinking the Overlords of our Overclass are the lesser evil. Compared to Osama bin Laden and his hordes of swarthy ‘terrists’, Dick Cheney, George H.W. Bush, and their Cabal of Robber Barons are virtuous avenging angels who are forced to torture and rape and maim and kill and exploit in their heroic–and expensive– crusade to protect us. To keep us safe. Safe from entities that they themselves funded and controlled to begin with.

True Blood fans, is any of this sounding the least bit familiar?

In our dominate cultural narratives past crimes of the REAL murdering psychopaths in power are whitewashed and their sins skillfully projected onto their enemies via propaganda organs that they own.

Rank murders can occur right inside the halls of power but are never widely reported, if at all, much less prosecuted.

Given some of the above [and much more scattered throughout this website and the whole wide internet, plus your local library] I would like to ask those intimately familiar with the show, how does True Blood’s narrative mode differ from the reality that should be slapping us in the face every day if weren’t so skillfully hidden and papered over?

You unhappy True Blood fans are assuming the show is too far from reality and I say it gets a little too uncomfortably close to reflecting just exactly what the fuck is going on here.  Is it any wonder Alan Ball routinely refuses to have a frank discussion of his show’s core themes and steadfastly denies a deeper meaning? Think for a moment how ridiculously illogical it is for an Oscar winner to deny the importance or value of his own work. He’s either an idiot or a paragon of self-restraint.

Now take a good look around. Murdering psychopaths who exploit the powerless favor soap opera tropes to tell the story of our culture and society. Treacly, degrading mushtrashy, amoral slop or glittery, often disturbing fluff is shoved down our throats to distract us from the real issues that confront us.

Still not ringing a bell?

In our male dominated culture women are treated like dirt, portrayed as grasping lunatics, strong, independent females are subverted and ridiculed while compliant little living dolls dressed up like porn stars are held up as examples to our young women.

But you know all this, don’t you? You see it every day. You probably complain about media garbage to your friends and neighbors, spouses, kids, and coworkers. If you are like me and my family, there are strict limits on what the kids can watch, listen to, or view online.

So why do consumers of media get the shit end of the stick when there are innumerable venues with access to so much money, time, talent, and potential to produce quality entertainment? WHY does the current state of popular culture seem determined to produce insidious brain rot rather than spend the effort to create art that feeds our souls and enlightens us?

Where did all the art go? Yes it’s out there but you have to dig for it. They don’t  make it easy for you to obtain clarity and luxuriate in mind-expanding beauty. Ugliness keeps us on edge, insecure, and suspicious of our fellow man. Traumas are regularly introduced to keep us off balance, confused, and compliant with the demands of the dominant ideology. What are the demands? Shut up, lie back, and enjoy it. Whatever ‘it’ happens to be this year. Yesterday they might have wanted to use our hands and backs, today they might want our blood. Already they can grab your house out from under you,  send your kids/friends off to be cannon-fodder-for-profit,  incarcerate you for profit, and even legally snatch your young children to make a profit. And all this while trafficking in humans and covering up child rape, to name just the tip of the iceberg. This bunch are nothing if not consummate multi-taskers.

Of course relating this to True Blood is difficult because we haven’t actually seen the OTBB [One True Big Bad] Bill Compton doing something unambiguously evil. Just going by the narrative he’s not so bad, right? Certainly not as bad as evil old Eric Northman, or Maryann Forrester, or Russell Edgington, or poor crazy Marnie, or whatever the Big Bad du season is next year. But digging further, we find many examples of Bill’s murderous romps and penchant for berserk mayhem, [as in life, what we do know  can be extrapolated into exponentially worse deeds] it just isn’t trotted out and kept in the forefront of the minds of the viewers. You have to do that for yourself, because as we should have learned by now The Powers That Be do love a memory hole.

True Blood is just giving you what you get everyday. It’s easy to understand why you’re complaining about Sookie and her infuriating cluelessness, her constant victimhood, and her compliant attitude in the face of extreme abuse. You might well ask when she’s going to get a clue and stand up tall against the forces bent on sucking her dry.

We might well ask the same thing of you, dear reader.

It is good to rail against stupidity and trashy tropes on tv. It is good to demand logic and continuity, to declare that even fictional murders should be investigated, to cry out in rage when victims beg forgiveness of their abusers, to wonder why criminal conspirators don’t get arrested, and to mourn the dearth of truth and beauty. Now if we could just translate this into real demands we might get somewhere.

I’m not going to sit here and predict that Mr. Ball will ever allow True Blood to ‘come out of the shadows’ so to speak and give us some truth . All I ask is that it stop taking the narrative position of our overlords a give us a more  clear-eyed narrative pov. I get it, I do. Every day in the real world we are bombarded with lies and propaganda from on high and True Blood has constructed a meta narrative to illustrate this point. But having it permeate our entertainment beggars our patience and will cause us to drift away, as we should if this depressing state of affairs continues.

Is it too much to ask of the Oscar winning screenwriter and his creative team of highly skilled professionals that they give us something we can truly root for? Something that will uplift and enlighten us? If this idea, this hope, for an unveiling, a ‘great revelation’ of deeper truths, hasn’t been the plan along then True Blood has been a futile exercise in exploitative titillation and I have wasted a lot of time poring over it, searching for meaning.

But I don’t believe I’ve wasted a moment. Yes Virginia, there is a puppetmaster.