Who here hasn't had some sort of daydream of the likes of fantasizing dropping live smurfs into a running blender, or stomping scads of the little buggers into puddles of blue and red swirled muck?
Or how about Barney? I'd pay money to see Barney and Godzilla have it out. Such would be a very entertaining ten seconds or so.
But what about human characters? Bart simpson flatter than a pancake after getting squashed into oblivion by a falling safe, perhaps?
I won't even mention how the bastards killed Kenny.
Who shot J.R.? I know quite a few people that would have gladly done so just to get that particularly piece of idiocy off the air. People are not their personas. Not even comedians. Just look at Paul Reuban/Pee Wee Herman. On second thought, don't.
Oh, and what about villians? How is fantasizing about the death of a sit-com star qualitatively different than cheering when Tom Cruise or Kenau Reeves uses a passing overhead sign to decapitate a villian while on top of a moving train? Does glee at watching Bond, James Bond utilizing his license to kill make us bad people? At least in the Matrix it was all make believe. But think of all the innocent hosts for the thinking machines that died from the make-believe violence.
Like someone, somewhere (I no longer remember nor care who pointed this out to me) said, in ancient Rome thousands of people came together to watch people kill each other in arenas. In the modern world thousands of people come together to watch people watch people kill each other in arenas on the silver screen.
How about John Saul Montoya? Is he real or is he memorex? Silicon? Sure, there is a real person (or persons) behind the persona, but would one really be wishing the man behind the curtain ill will if one expressed a desire to see a bloody and phantasmagoric ending to John Saul Montoya?
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
The lesson to be learned from all of this is don't drink three glasses of Pepsi Cola when one doesn't have much of a tolerance for caffeine.