This is the end (my good old friend)

Final thoughts on Breaking Bad 

[Spoiler Alert] 

Ok, it needed to much free time, a pubertal need of belonging and a few friends with a trustworthy taste to get me into this show. Season 1 was, in one word, annoying. Gangster-stereotypes and idiots screaming nonsense at each other everywhere. But alright, somewhere in the middle of season 2 I got into it. The show was on the rails and I followed it. I assume I'm a feuilleton-snooty-nosed-minority here, but I hated Walter pretty soon. At the latest, when he killed Jane. (He killed her! No discussion, please.) I wanted him to suffer and I began to like Breaking Bad. The show began for me with the promise of everybody dying. Because I wanted everybody to die. For different reasons: Walter desvered it! So, if he is still your hero, just look at his bodycount... as simple as that. Flynn was the most annoying character on TV ever! I know, you don't kill disabled people, but you should. He had one (one!) good moment in the 5 seasons: When he yells "Don't treat me like a baby" and sounds like a baby. That was funny. Unintended, but funny. And Jesse, well, it would've been a happy-end for him. His suffering would've been over. Near completion Jesse is called a rabid dog - and that's what he is. A lost soul. A helpless case. A clean shoot to the head would've been his climax. 

This show was, of course, about everybody dying and therefore about America. The subtle leads to american culture, the empthiness - of the landscapes, the values (family, just to state the obvious) and this law-of-nature-esque force of making money. Not spending it. Just earning it. Arised out of a big, universal feeling of injusticem, where the show has its key to global success. Welcome to 21th-century-capitalism. No healthcare, no party. No luxury, no life-quality. Money as a mountain, a figure, an abandoned sign. Therefore I fucking loved Gus! The immigrant  as the over-embodiment of the American Nightmare. And the former public servant Mike as his loyal servant. They are everything Walter becomes, but they are authentic about it. So, for me, the show ends with Gus' death. One villein replaces another one. The dream lives on. All reasonable women stay unheard. All the money stays in the closet. The perfect storm everybody called for. And than... they create a coordination-system that is called: Neo-Nazis. Not a new one, the first one! You can kill woman, children and whatever ... but if you realize it 30 minutes before showdown and kill some tattooed sociopaths, they will love you. And the music under the (weak) final shot sings you a song 

(for the record: baby blue - blue meth, pretty crafty stuff, I would say...):

"Guess I got what I deserved 

Kept you waiting there too long, my love. 

All that time without a word. 

Didn't know you'd think that I'd forget or I'd regret

The special love I had for you, my baby blue. 

All the days became so long

Did you really think, I'd do you wrong?"

And that poor Jesse has to keep on living with this hell he calls his life. And Flynn is still sooo sad. And Hank is buried. And all the woman were right and are still finished! Or dead, like Andrea and Jane. But we remain with a feeling of relief. The Nazis (and the witch!) are dead. We killed them (with MacGyver-skills, they never fail...). So we can't be that bad. We're just trapped in this society that gives us a hard time.
To kill all the people, destroy all the (family-)values and not replacing them, not giving us a target but ourselfs, that would've been an heroic deed, that would've made Breaking Bad a classic. Instant and timeless. But maybe, the show mirrors that weakness as well, is self-aware of its. Maybe, we are all not strong enough to undergo the purification of hitting rock-bottom. Maybe, that is why we can't resist Walter. Maybe we are in this place, this 21th-century-everyone-for-themselves-mess, because we only blame Fox-News and not ourselves. Because we identify with someone that only cares for himself but finds ways to give it different names. To call his revenge justice. To find (creative!) solutions for his damaged ego. We care for ourselves, and maybe that's why we care for people that only care for themselves. And we do everything not to admit its that simple (at least us males). Or to finish it with same last words of the show:

"Just one thing before I go. 

Take good care, baby, let me know, let it grow. 

The special love you have for me, my Dixie, dear."