Let me start this off by emphasizing how utterly awful sexual harassment and pedophilia are... they're awful.
And if Kevin Spacey is guilty of what he's accused of, then I have no sympathy for him and he is absolutely an awful person.
So, yes, the following complaints and observations are trivial in the grand scheme of things, but this is my blog post and I'll cry if I want to.
Now, House of Cards is one of the few shows that I've watched from Day 1 and kept up with the entire run. The other ones being It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Nip/Tuck, of course.
And if you're as die hard a fan as I am, or even remotely a fan and understand it, then you've been waiting five years now for Francis Underwood's inevitable downfall. He's built his house of cards to maintain power, and now those cards will eventually collapse.
Yes, we root for him and his wife Claire, hoping that they one-up their enemies and slither their way out of the latest attack. We're secretly giddy with joy when Frank threatens to murder his Secretary of State, or when Claire, in no uncertain terms, considers the advantages of her mother dying.
But we all know he's a piece of s**t. No one will argue otherwise. We're rooting for him now because we can't wait to see how hard it all bites him in the ass in the end.
And now, thanks to Kevin Spacey, that story will never be complete. At least not in the way it should be.
No... the best that House of Cards fans can hope for when it comes to a conclusion is this: an extremely s****y season with just Claire and the unexplained or lamely explained absence of Frank, or a short story published online. Maybe a graphic novel?
But none of it will be as juicy as an epic sixth season would've been. I guarantee it.
So first off, f**k you Spacey for not keeping your d**k in your pants and ruining this beautiful piece of television. Now I have to worry about SJWs calling me pro-rape if I ever want to re-visit it or throw on Se7en.
Thanks, truly. But give your apologies to your victims first, you ape.
Now, with that out of the way, I'd like to comment on the irony of this all.
It's almost poetic...
Kevin Spacey built himself a house of cards, and now, at one of the highest points of his career critically, it's all come crashing down around him. And further more, it's all come crashing down at the fateful moment when his character's own house was falling as well.
How cruelly ironic, these parallels between Underwood and Spacey...
And I'm bitter that my favorite show is a casualty in all this. But even that I can see the irony in.
I reveled in Frank's evil and cunning. I rooted for him to best his enemies and get away with his terrible actions. How funny that the man who played this monster ended up being a monster himself. And how funny that I don't get to see the conclusion to my favorite show. Perhaps it's punishment for cheering on an a**hole?
It's all sort of meta when you think about it.
By not getting to see the series out and enjoy it as intended, we are in some sort of way experiencing this downfall ourselves. We built this house of cards on the back of rooting for the bad guy. What else did we expect when we adulated such behavior? We're kind of getting exactly what we wanted: a piece of s**t ruining his life...
Anyways, I loved you Spacey. I really did. You were one of my favorites.
I want to say I'm sorry this is happening to you, but you kind of deserve it... and I wouldn't be learning anything from House of Cards if I did.
-DOH