After the headline-making massacre at the Ted Cruz convention last week, True Blood took a gentler approach to its social commentary this week. One I believe fans can appreciate.
Believing in a God you can’t see or hear requires a modicum of faith, but sometimes that faith is challenged and when it is you just have to trust in the universe and hope to hell what you believe in is true. Just about every character on this show wrestles with their faith, everyone except Lettie Mae.
For as delusional as this former alcoholic is, she believes in her God and instinctively trusts the visions she’s been “blessed” with. So when she sees Tara, she knows to the tips of her toes that it isn’t the drugs. It’s her baby. But who’s going to believe an addict that needs more drugs to tap into a sublime message?
Addicts come up with hundreds of reasons to score more drugs and often succeed with the help of other users. Lucky for Lettie Mae she knows just who to turn to in her hour of need, her drug peddling nephew. Not one to turn down a good time, Lafayette decides to put his Auntie’s notions to rest by tripping on V with her (if only to prove just how crazy she is…which is about the time he realizes Lettie Mae isn’t as deranged as she seems).
As the only sober one in the room, Reverend Daniels isn’t buying into their drug-induced visions. He forces Lettie Mae to choose between him and the drugs. She chooses Tara, not the drugs, but to him it’s the same darn thing. While Lafayette points out that Tara is more real to him than the Reverend’s God because he can see her, that doesn’t change the Reverend’s mind. Because Lafayette believes in Lettie Mae so do I, though I do wish the writers would stop toying with Tara. They’ve killed her twice and yet she keeps popping up. Enough already!
Then there is Sarah Newlin, she’s the virus and the antidote. What an irony. So while Eric and the Yakuza intend to annihilate the little bobblehead they can’t. They’ll be obligated to join forces with the sugarcoated evilness now known as Numi (laughably pronounced as “new me”). Will this woman ever suffer a justified death? Or will she just go on living a charmed life?
Now that we know a cure is on the horizon it’s safe to assume Bill won’t have to worry about passing his estate to his progeny. Not that he could do that anyway, vampires don’t have many rights and their progeny aren’t legally recognized (-ahem– remind anyone else of gay rights?).
Bill fulfilled a lot of fantasies when he took care of that nasty lawyer yet his extreme approach turned me off. It was a throwback to the demigod he once was, not the kind caring Bill we met in season one. You know, the one the writers are insisting we don’t forget. (By the way, I love that humans can now buy anti-glamour contacts at Walgreens. It’s now common over the counter protection.)
And in the midst of all the normal Bon Temps chaos there’s Sam and his very pregnant girlfriend who has finally come to her senses. She’s leaving Bon Temps. She realizes it’s the best way to escape the havoc, but Sam won’t come with her. He loves Bon Temps, not only is it his home but he’s the mayor. The mayor of crazy as Nicole put it. Truer words couldn’t have been uttered. It was perhaps Nicole’s best line of the season.
I think the message here is this: have faith, we know you can’t see how this will resolve itself in the next four episodes, but hang in there. Or at least that’s what I’m hoping for.
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