“You Can Get It If You Really Want”

I do not remember if I posted this video earlier in my blog, but here it is again because I find it too funny and this actually is an encouragement whenever I feel I’m down on my luck. 

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What an episode Live Bait and Dead Weight were! I have to admit that these two episodes are the equivalent of flipping over upside down turtles. In the beginning the Gov’s closest allies, Shumpert and Martinez, clearly saw that their boss belonged to an asylum so they abandoned him and his life’s priority of seeking blood-thirst revenge. With nowhere to go, he roams the open-world alone and with each step he takes, I see his hope meter dwindling lower and lower. This drastically changes when he meets a family of four–Lily, Tara, Megan, and the father–who are taking shelter in an unsafe apartment. He sees Penny inside Megan and he begins to open his heart by getting oxygen tanks for her grandfather and teaching her chess. As a brain gradually loses knowledge when not studying, the Governor’s lost his touch of the “art of war” and we’re witnessing a noble, humble, vulnerable human being named Brian Heriot.

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My name is Brian Heriot. My ancestor is Big Boss. In the year 2199, one-hundred eighty six years from now, the walkers will be all dead because they can’t live that long. A new threat will arise in which I shall be reincarnated and be called Neo. I will fight Machines and computer programmed Agents in black suits within the Matrix. The Oracle told me this.

As I was watching Dead Weight, I kept repeating “Redeem yourself! Hallelujah!” Brian joins Martinez’s group and everything appears to be fine, except this certain tug Brian can’t get rid of. He gets the finger when his love, Megan, tells Martinez she feels safe for the very first time now that she and her family are in his group. Control is what Brian hungers for. He drags Martinez toward the pit of walkers when the two are alone. If you ask me, Martinez deserved it as he was a complete jerk with a “Look at me! The Governor is now my personal butler and caddie” complex. Pete is also killed due to the fact that he is too righteous and too much of a momma’s boy. His brother, Mitch, is told of Pete’s misfortune and is persuaded, successfully, to join the Governor because he has no sense of right and wrong. Will Mitch keep calling Brian “One Eye Bri”?

Lily sees no need of finding better shelter until Megan is almost killed by a walker who breaches the camp. Thank the Governor for rescuing his Pumpkin v2.0 just in time!

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Daddy’s here, Pumpkin v2.0.
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Leather Jacket: $1,495
Straight Leg Jeans: $169
Leather Boot: $288
Slim Fit Cotton Stretch Dress Shirt: $145
Underwear and socks combo pack: $20
Leather Strap Watch: $600
Eyepatch: found on street
Looking this GQ in a zombie apocalypse, priceless.

The scene shifts over to the present: He focuses on Rick and Carl who are eating scrumptious, home-grown peas. He unholsters his pistol but considers it to be too easy. Chatter off in the distance–he sees Hershel and Michonne–the katana wielding soldier who killed his original Pumpkin–and the credits are rolled as his finger is about to pull the trigger.

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Alas, the Governor’s resurrected! Who will he shoot–Michonne or Hershel?

If I were the Governor in that time and place, I would kill Hershel. Michonne would only live to see the people she cares so deeply for die in front of her one by one.

I would love to see a Governor spin-off! I know he’s evil, but I still have this fondness for him. And these two episodes obviously shows he can hold his own show. Funny thing is, David Morrissey does have his own show where he is a detective in Thorne.

The Walking Dead: Internment

As Rick is returning home, he witnesses stray dogs up close near a limbless walker, possibly just curious or feeding on its rotten spoils. He glances back at the watch Carol had given him hours ago. “Did I do the right thing?” is the philosophical question he has to ask himself every time the watch reminds him of that unforgettable event. Back at the prison, Hershel, Sasha, and Glenn are fervently trying to rescue Henry from becoming a drowned victim of his own blood by intubating him. Sasha and Glenn are just as sick as Henry. Hershel gives an immediate order for them to drink the tea, and to handle this crisis humorously, he recommends that Spaghetti Tuesdays will now be on every Wednesdays. It’s frightening to know that blood is the life force of every living being and that same life force can be a terminal cancer. The patient is now in the hands of Sasha keeping him alive and that shifts would be taken to tend to him. 

Hershel and Glenn see that Mr. Jacobson’s face is mascaraed with blood. Just as Glenn is about to unsheathe his knife Hershel disrupts him. “Not here. I don’t want them to see,” Hershel says. Glenn brings in the subject of Henry saying if he is going to meet the same fate as this man, are they both willing to carry Henry down the stairs, cover his corpse with a sheet, and lead him out the exit while the men, woman, and children are watching from the cell. What if Glenn dies before… Hershel disrupts him once again reasoning no such thing will happen. Glenn sees no logic in this but nonetheless respects his elder’s call. They are about to exit when Lizzie asks what’s happening. Hershel answers we’re taking Mr. Jacobson to a quieter place. He tells her that we all have a job to do, and her job is to go read his copy of “Tom Sawyer.” Out in the execution chamber, Hershel answers that he never had to do what Glenn and Sasha has been doing–driving a knife to the head. Glenn stakes Mr. Jacobson’s head as his reanimated corpse suddenly leaps to take a violent bite of Glenn’s neck. Hershel looks on with his Bible, the black leather bound devotional he always carries in his pocket, grasped in his hands opened to Revelations.

Maggie speaks with Hershel in the execution chamber, only separated by a 5′ by 3′ window. She pleads to be with him and Glenn but is told to be patient a little longer. Meanwhile, Glenn is listening by and thanks Hershel for keeping Maggie out. If she had seen Glenn’s turmoil state, she would have indeed forced herself in into the sick bay.

Maggie vents her anger and frustration by killing as many walkers as possible behind the fence until she opens the gate for Rick and Carol. Rick immediately asks if the others are fine and is relieved by Maggie’s answer. She asks about Carol. She’s the one who killed Karen and David says Rick. He had to let her go not only because of Tyreese, but for the sake of every lives at the prison. Maggie agrees it was the right judgment call but confesses she herself could not have done what Rick did. He tells her there are no room for doubts.

He meets Carl and delivers him the bag of fruits. Carl insists that he wants to help, but to his dismay Rick tells him he will damn try his best to keep his son safe. Glenn is now on his shift to be beside Henry. Hershel visits Dr. Subramanian and he urges to tend to him. Dr. Subramanian gives a speech about survival and shows him the shotgun he has kept under the mattress just in case. Hershel’s face glooms when he notices bloody eyes on Dr. Subramanian. Later, Hershel kills a man who has breathed his last in the execution chamber. Rick watches behind the window. He tells Hershel that he is doing an honorable thing and keeping hope alive. Carol’s unfortunate demise shocks Hershel.

Hershel discovers a passed out Sasha and frantically inserts an IV tube to cure her severe dehydration. Unbeknownst to him, there is a walker beside their cell. Henry dies and Glenn chokes on his blood. Lizzie comes at just the right time–for Glenn and Henry who has just turned–and yells loudly for Hershel. The walker meets face-to-face and pins Hershel to the floor. A good Samaritan rescues him only to get accidentally shot by a man, also trying to rescue Hershel, whose arm has been bitten by his walker brother.

Rick and Maggie are fortifying the fence. Rick hits the floor when a walker grabs his leg. Maggie cuts off the arm like pork chop. They both hear the shot and Maggie is dispatched to the source. Carl replaces Maggie and father and son are working together. Both are clueless of what is transpiring inside the prison, with Rick convincing himself and Carl that if things were worse Maggie would have gotten them and more shots would be heard. All of a sudden, the fence is breached. Carl runs towards the guard tower with Rick following from behind, tackling walkers on his way. There must be at least thirty walkers! They make their way over to the weapon storage and Rick briefly instructs Carl of the assault rifle’s mechanics. Either shoot or run he says. The walkers are all taken down and Rick is proud of his son.

Lizzie taunts Henry away from a dying Glenn. She trips and he lands on top of her. Hershel races to the second floor and throws the walker over the rail onto a fence platform. He hides Lizzie with a young boy in a cell. He sees the only way to save Glenn is to incubate him, and the incubator is in Henry’s possession. Maggie is desperately trying to find a way in. The steel door is stuck with the axe she tried to break in to. Execution chamber–she races to its location and shoots the window. Hershel remembers the shotgun in Dr. Subramanian’s cell and retrieves it, but not before killing him. He baits the incoming walkers away from the onlooking eyes of Lizzie and the boy into another chamber and kills them all. Afterwards, he climbs to the shaky platform where Henry is lying with hands wrestling with his. Maggie shoots Henry from the ground floor much to Hershel’s plea not to since she could miss and instead damage the incubator Glenn so desperately needs.

Maggie pins down Glenn’s arms while Hershel inserts the tube down his throat. Glenn’s commotion drops to soft breathing. As Daryl’s group has already arrived and with Bob injecting Glenn with Ciprofloxacin, Hershel returns to the once Dr. Subramanian’s cell and takes out his Bible with the doctor’s corpse in front of him.

A man with such humble convictions and an impenetrable faith, believing that life is a test, Hershel drops the book and breaks into tears.

The next morning, Michonne and Hershel are off to burn the bodies. Daryl, on Hershel’s advice, tells him to go talk to Rick about what happened to Carol. Rick at first wanted to meet Daryl, but instead postponed it to spend time with Carl. The father and son tend the farm and eat its reward–colorful green peas.

The two walk away together as a dark figure musingly observes from a close distance.

“If everybody dies of this thing, and it’s just the two of us, with Judith and Carl–my children… I won’t have you there.”

Daryl stumbles upon a glittering object up ahead on the road. “Is that jasper?” asks Michonne. Daryl spits and cleans the new-found treasure with his fingers. “Mm-hmm,” answers the busybody. “It’s a good color. Brings out your eyes,” says a smiling Michonne. “It’s for Miss Richard’s husband’s grave marker,” he elaborates. Michonne reacts with awe realizing that Daryl, out of all the sweat, tears, and bloodshed he have survived through, finds the time to know each person’s name at the prison. “You stay in one place more than a couple hours, you’d be surprised what you pick up,” Daryl reasons as he resumes leading the group to West Peachtree Tech’s veterinarian college. Time is ticking.

It’s not uncommon for anyone else to go on a run with Rick to collect food outside the perimeter. This time, however, Rick asks Carol. “OK. I don’t mind,” she responds. The day before Carol had confessed she was the one who took David and Karen’s life. Karen, the former Woodbury resident and a soldier who had proved she can hold her own ground against walkers, keeping the fences in check, and notably the soul mate of Tyreese, confined to the bed with a high fever and coughing had a chance, however slim, had a chance to recover. The blade that Carol always carried reminded her, day and night, to never stop fighting the undead. “You fight, or you run,” is her mantra, and running was out of the question. Carol’s blade had never taken a human life before. Tending to Karen’s illness with a bucket of water and cloth, wiping away her sweat and blood-filled mucus, Carol had come to the conclusion that there is always a remedy. The blade viciously penetrated into Karen’s spine. Carol dragged the motionless bodies outside and burnt them.

Daryl’s group arrives at Big Tony’s Express Mart where they jump start a Chrysler Town & Country. The campus looks larger than what is shown on the brochure for visitors. Moms and dads and starting freshman hugging their luggage and flocking to the excitement of living abroad for the first time is now decorated with dead leaves, overgrown grass, shattered windows, and old newspapers loitered by the unpredictable Georgia wind. Everything that was once is now a ghost town. As they carefully enter Lab 232, Bob instructs the others to grab anything ending with -cillin or -cin.  He continues, “We’ll dissolve the pills in the IVs, put ’em right into the bloodstream. Dosage will be tricky but considering the time we lost…” Daryl and Tyreese interrupt Bob with bags of medicine and medical supplies. Hershel was right. With all these bottles it would be like winning the Georgia Powerball. Daryl’s chuckle at the thought quickly dissipates at the crack of moaning. “Walkers,” Michonne covertly motions with her left hand. It’s too late–they, and the new breed of infected, see the survivors racing toward the stairs. They make it to the end of the hallway only to be ambushed by more walkers. “Shit, the exit’s jammed,” panics Bob, thrusting his right shoulder to the door for a miracle. “Then we’ll make a way out!” Daryl shouts. Tyreese effortlessly throws a fire extinguisher to the windows, making an unorthodox exit. But there is a six feet jump to reach the next building. Only Bob lands the wrong way that his backpack dangles from the edge. Landing a couple of inches further he would have been killed. He wrestles with the dozens of walkers grabbing the backpack full of priceless medicine. “Just let it go,” protests the others. They see Bob won’t comply so they help in the tug of war game.

THUMP… 

The backpack echoes off a thick glass sound. Daryl’s tone grows menacing. “You got no meds in your bag? Just this? You should have kept walking that day.” Back at Big Tony’s when Daryl and Bob were maintaining the vehicle, Bob confessed that drinking had helped him ease the quietness of being the only survivor in his last two groups, and this is what had gotten Zack killed back at Big Lots. To his credit, Bob resisted looting the liquor that day, and Daryl commended his actions. This day is different. “Don’t!” Bob defensively yells with his hand about to unholster the pistol to stop Daryl from shattering the Crown Royal. Tyreese and Michonne glue their eyes on Daryl as he goes straight up to Bob. The two make eye contact; one pair of green eyes triumphing over the other in a fierce showdown. “I didn’t want to hurt nobody. It was just for when it gets quiet,” sobs Bob. “Take one sip. When these meds get in our people, I will beat your ass into the ground. You hear me?” threatens Daryl as he hands the bottle back to Bob.

The drive to find food and other valuables is a long one. It’s only appropriate to build the prison that’s intended to hold murderers awaiting lethal injection and the lucky for-life inmates as far away as possible from a civilized community. As a result, the commute is understandably unpleasant, even bearing more weight because of what has come to light. Carol sits in the passenger seat of the Hyundai Santa Fe looking directly ahead of the dirty windshield. “Maggie wanted to come, you know,” Carol breaks the silence. “Someone had to stay back, watch over things,” Rick immediately responds. “Someone you trust, you mean.” A brief uncomfortable pause. “They would have drowned in their own blood. They were suffering. I made it quick. We needed the bodies gone. We needed to stop it from spreading. They were the only ones who were sick. They were a threat. I was trying to save lives. I had to try. Somebody had to.” Indifference shadows Rick’s usual sympathetic persona. “Maybe,” he emits.

The engine stops in front of a contemporary brick-and-wood two story home suitable for any starting family. “We search for meds. Anything we can eat, we take,” instructs Rick. The house appears to be clear as Rick takes point. He cries out, “Carol!” A walker falls down the wooden stairs almost landing on Carol if it hadn’t been for Rick pulling her back. Carol stabs its head without flinching. Rick is put off by her approach, imagining a helpless Karen had met the same fate as the walker. Two individuals–a girl and a boy about in their late teens to early twenties–come out of the bathroom they’ve hidden in. “Whoa, whoa. It’s cool,” Sam nervously says. “We have fruit,” Sam throws a colorful peach to their rescuers. Rick’s Python revolver yet remains to be lowered.

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I don’t want your peach.

Sam and Gina had met at the Regent Refugee Facility shortly after the outbreak. There was a breach and the military stationed there to keep order were massacred. With hundreds of refugees fleeing from the uncontrollable fire and storming towards the exit in a violent fashion, Gina’s right leg was crippled when she lost her balance and got trampled on. Fortunately, a young guy happened to notice the damsel in distress and swooped in for the rescue. Ever since then the two were in love and inseparable.

Rick is impressed when Carol fixes Sam’s dislocated right shoulder. Having been abused and dislocating her own shoulder when she was married, learning such medical procedures from the Internet seemed necessary. Rick asks, “How long have you been here til we showed up?” “Like, about two days,” Gina answers. “We got separated from our crew a week ago and because of my leg, we decided to play it safe,” she resumes. Carol has an expression of unbelief and lacks to show any compassion after hearing they have a gun with 12 bullets but can’t even shoot–using knives is even more improbable!

“You guys look alright. What’s your setup like?” inquires Gina.

“The ‘skineaters’? We call them walkers,” says Rick.

Rick briefly glances back at Carol as both of them know what is about to happen next.

“So did we pass the test?” the jubilant couple curiously asks.

“We’re in a prison eight miles north. If you come back with us, we can’t guarantee your safety. There’s an illness, a flu. It’s bad,” tells Rick. “We’ve lost a lot. Kids, too,” Carol announces. Gina asks “Yours?” A subtle “No, thank God” alarms Rick.

Rick and Carol move on to the next house, but before they leave Carol recommends that Sam and Gina take responsibility. Their first task is to collect food and meet back in two hours. Rick disagrees believing it to be dangerous, but the new members persuade that they will be perfectly fine. Rick hands over his watch Lori had given him on their tenth anniversary. “You’ll need this.”

“It’s all expired by at least a year,” Carol grumbles as she holds up the drugs. Rick insists Hershel would know what he needs and to take them.

“Did you think it was right? Letting those kids come back with us?” questions Rick while he is digging through random cabinets.

“I think it was the humane thing to do,” Carol declares.

Her answer doesn’t satisfy him. Rick again asks more assertively.

Carol becomes irritated. “Look at us. Digging through drawers hoping that a couple of cough drops and some disinfectants might be the difference between dying and living a couple of more hours. If they’re strong enough to help us survive this thing, yeah, I think you made the right call.”

“And if they’re not?”

Rick’s interrogation irks her. “Let’s hope they are.”

Rick becomes pissed at her rhetoric apathy, and Carol can see that. She approaches him and says “Rick, I killed two people and you haven’t said a word about it.”

“What do you want me to say?” he prompts.

“It’s not about what you say. It’s about facing reality. It always comes for us and over and over again we face it so we can live. That’s what it always comes down to. You can be a farmer, Rick. You can’t just be a farmer.” Carol pauses. “You’re a good leader. Better than I probably gave you credit for.”

“I never murdered two of our own.”

“Just one,” corrects Carol.

“He was gonna kill me.”

“So were they. They were gonna kill all of us.”

“You don’t know that,” Rick confidently asserts.

“If you thought it would save Judith or Carl, would you have done it then or would you have just gone back to your crops and hoped it’ll  all be okay? You don’t have to like what I did, Rick. I don’t. You just accept it.”

As Daryl and the rest are taking the long road back to prison, Michonne tells Daryl that she won’t be searching for the Governor. “Good,” he states. Sam and Gina didn’t make it. The latter got her unhealed leg ripped apart. As for Sam, his body was no where to be found. Perhaps he made it. What difference does it make–the watch is gone with him.

Rick finally remarks: “They might have lived. Karen and David, they might have lived, and now they’re dead. That wasn’t your decision to make. When Tyreese finds out, he’ll kill you. He damn near killed me over nothing. When the others find out, they won’t want you there. And if they don’t make it back, if everybody dies of this thing and it’s just the two of us, with Judith and Carl–my children… I won’t have you there. We’ll keep Lizzie and Mica safe. You’re not that woman who was too scared to be alone. Not anymore. You’re gonna start over, find others, people who don’t know, and you’re gonna survive out here. You will.”

Her arguments and justifications to remain with the group are empty words to Rick.

Carol presents Rick with the watch her abusive husband, Ed, had given her on their first anniversary. She gets into the car and leaves.

Rick drives back home withholding tears in his eyes.

Dustin Kensrue “It’s Not Enough” & The Lumineers “Stubborn Love”

Though all the wealth of men was mine to squander

And towers of ivory rose beneath my feet
Were palaces of pleasure mine to wander
The sum of it would leave me incomplete

Though every soul would hold my name in honor
And truest love was always by my side
My praises sung by grateful sons and daughters
My soul would never still be satisfied

It’s not enough, it’s not enough
I could walk the world forever
Till my shoes were filled with blood
It’s not enough, it’s not enough

Though I could live for all to lift them higher
Or spend the centuries seeking light within
Though I indulged my every dark desire
Exhausting every avenue of sin

It’s not enough, it’s not enough
I could walk the world forever
Till my shoes were filled with blood
It’s not enough, it’s not enough
I could right all wrongs, or ravage
Everything beneath the sun
It’s not enough, it’s not enough

To make me whole
It’s not enough, it never was
Awake my soul
It’s not enough, it never was

It’s not enough, it’s not enough
I could walk the world forever
Till my shoes were filled with blood
It’s not enough, it’s not enough
I could right all wrongs, or ravage
Everything beneath the sun
It’s not enough, it’s not enough
Though all would bow to me
Till I could drink my fill of fear and love
It’s not enough, it’s not enough

 

She’ll lie and steal, and cheat, and beg you from her knees
Make you think she means it this time
She’ll tear a hole in you, the one you can’t repair
But I still love her, I don’t really care

When we were young, oh, oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh, ooh, we bundled up
I can’t be told, ah, ah, it can’t be done

It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all
The opposite of love’s indifference
So pay attention now, I’m standing on your porch screaming out
And I won’t leave until you come downstairs

So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love [x2]
Keep your head up, keep your love

And I don’t blame you dear for running like you did all these years
I would do the same, you’d best believe
And the highway signs say we’re close but I don’t read those things anymore
I never trusted my own eyes

When we were young oh, oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh, ooh we bundled up
I can’t be told, ah, ah, it can’t be done

So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love [x2]
Keep your head up, keep your love
Head up, love
Head up, love
Head up, love
Head up, love