Upon watching episodes 3x02 - "Misbegotten" of Stargate: Atlantis and 10x03 - "The Pegasus Project" of Stargate: SG-1, I'm almost scared of how hateful I feel. Every time I'm supposed to accept John Sheppard as heroic (cue in the tragic music! the woebegone look!), Carson Beckett as noble and self-sacrificing (blech! Hi, Dr. Mengele.), Elizabeth Weir as competent and/or decisive (little non-entity without a conscience or, heck, any skills at all), or Michael Shanks as being, you know, an actor (scoff!) - what with the exactly two expressions his face actually has (blank and congested hamster) -, I simply break down into barely muffled hysterical laughter.

Surely neither of those two shows have ever been that bad before.

But then, in SG-1 along came the Orii plot-line, with thousands of people and hundreds of planets (and societies) decimated left and right because Jackson was an irresponsible jackass who now doesn't even have the decency to be apologetic or sorry for having brought this plague upon the Milky Way galaxy. To make up for it I suggest ritualistic suicide. He could stab himself to death with the earpieces of his glasses. That would be fun to watch.

RDA was right; he got out just before the quality of the show hit rock bottom. I no longer regret Jack O'Neill isn't present in the middle of this mess.

And in SGA, along came the whole "Michael" story arc that - I wouldn't have believed it beforehand - even topped episodes 2x06 - "Trinity" and 2x13 - "Critical Mass" insofar as the total and utter lack of morals of the whole Atlantis expedition is concerned. Sure, let's "reward" Michael with raping his mind and identity a second time in a row and using him worse than a two-bit whore. Let's kill over a hundred essentially newborn, innocent people on grounds of military expediency, because they're not really human in the first place, and taking responsibility for them would, you know, entail taking responsibility. Which is not the Atlantis expedition's strong suit anyway. After all, survival tops everything. I kept suggesting they ought to name the planet they dumped the "humanized" Wraith on "Guantánamo Bay".

I'm surprised I'm still disgusted. I've read enough spoilers to be prepared, I thought. Now I just wish the whole expedition would die, in as drawn-out and painful a fashion as possible. I keep cheering on the Wraith now, if you believe it. At least they're straightforward in what they want, and hunting for food is far less reprehensible than the actions of their "human" counterparts.

Why, oh why, didn't they cancel this show after its first season? When it was still good?

This travesty is painful to accept. Too bad I don't knit. I'll need a distraction if I'm supposed to continue watching, or else I'll die of disgust.

:::headdesk::: :::headdesk::: :::headdesk::: :::headdesk::: :::headdesk:::

Perhaps physical pain helps. One can but hope.