I have to agree with Mathew Walther on this:
My goodness. I’ve just spent an hour watching to see if a guy who raped a teenage girl at bow-and-arrow point is going to be eaten alive by the animals he has spent the last few seasons subjecting to forms of cruelty that make Michael Vick look like a PETA ambassador or beaten to death in the freezing cold by his victim’s half-brother. Thank goodness the guy who set his terminally ill daughter on fire in a pyromantic oblation to a heathen god at the behest of a witch who never seems to wear any clothes is not around to prevent justice from being carried out here — the woman whose size makes her the frequent butt of bestiality-related jokes killed him just in time! Lucky that she has a wealthy and well-connected benefactor in a one-armed knight whose hobbies from childhood on have included killing people and sleeping with his queen sister — including in a church right next to the corpse of one of their unacknowledged sons — to whom we were first introduced when he pushed the little brother of the above-mentioned rape victim out of a window to conceal his incest from her drunken prostitute-addicted domestic-abuser husband! Almighty God has made me in His own image and endowed me with faculties of reason and sense perception and given me free will so that I can tune in next week to see whether the unidextrous dueling champ’s royal sister sets her daughter-in-law and the rest of her extended family on fire or just a bunch of priests. Hallelujah!
Go here to read the rest. It is a shame too, because among the porn and violence laden dog’s vomit there are such gems as this:
Most forms of entertainment have objectionable features in them. Shakespeare is filled with them, and yet I relish Shakespeare. George R.R. Martin is a lapsed Catholic and a left wing loon as well as a writer of some skill. In Game of Thrones he has created a world as Tolkien did, but without any aspect of the Catholic worldview that prevented Tolkien’s tale from being literally one damn thing after another. That is the essence of the hopeless and spiritually deadening world that Martin has created and which so many people avidly mentally inhabit.