This seems a tad over-broad in its analysis:
Reading your Sopranos post reminds me of why it is that you
suck. It’s not that you’re a bad, immoral, dumb, or
dangerous person, because you’re clearly harmless and
probably a nice guy. You’re just glib and shallow and
incapable of processing big ideas. All you could take from
an episode of a TV show so thematically rich and viscerally
explosive was that it’d be nice if the Sopranos were some
Joel Surnow fantasy and A.J. would go John Walker Lindh
before they killed him off. And that David Chase
misunderstands the appeal of the “depression-psychological
stuff” that has been the thematic underpinning of every
single episode from day one, an essential element that has
led to a gripping, surprising, and yet inevitable story arc
centered around Tony’s only son (brilliantly portrayed this
season by the once portly little pisser Robert Iler, by the
way. Who would have thunk it?) But no, he did say some mean
lefty things about Bush, so it’d be better if his character
suffocated in a swimming pool instead of survived to close
out the show in the most meaningful and dramatically
satisfying way possible. Thanks for reminding me why you
suck at thinking.
Me: Uh-huh.