Excerpted from the current review of Battlestar Galactica: Razor on Television Without Pity:
Now, Commander Lee Adama is flying the Pegasus. And it will change him, too. “The Bucket and the Beast,” they called them. Pegasus was a gift, too. Between the Bucket and the Beast, between Galactica and Pegasus, between Cain and Abel, or Adama, there’s a razor line of difference. Luke 11:49-51, and it’s once in a blue moon that I go near the New Testament, but check it: “Therefore also said the wisdom of God, I will send them prophets and apostles, and some of them they shall slay and persecute: That the blood of all the prophets, which was shed from the foundation of the world, may be required of this generation; From the blood of Abel unto the blood of Zacharias, which perished between the altar and the temple: verily I say unto you, It shall be required of this generation.” Between the altar and the temple, well, that’s where everything happens. It’s where we live, in space; in time, it’s our generation that pays. No matter what year you were born in, you’re in the generation that pays, because this has all happened before and will happen again, and we slay our prophets as quickly as they come. Between the temple and the altar, there’s a razor line of difference.
What the fuck?
No, seriously, what the fuck?
I like Galactica too, but come on, isn’t it a given that one wants to avoid the Wank Train like this?