TNG, DS9, and Voyager had great writers. They deftly wove in contentious issues designed to invoke introspection and consideration of one’s own positions, prejudices, and biases. They appealed to people of all political persuasions because they didn’t cast judgement. “Oh that’s what you believe? Well here’s a whole planet built on those hypothetical principles. Here are some cool things, and some terrible things. Make up your own mind.”
Star Trek writers today have all the tact and nuance of an angry baboon flinging faeces at the viewer while screaming “REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Without exploration of the plentiful and beautiful nuance in life, what’s left is a sermon. A preachy, dire, boring sermon. And who better to lead the ceremony each week than the Maryest of Sues, Michael Burnham.
Comparing TNG with whatever the fuck we have today is an insult to Star Trek, and Trekkie Bill knows it.
TNG, DS9, and Voyager had great writers. They deftly wove in contentious issues designed to invoke introspection and consideration of one’s own positions, prejudices, and biases. They appealed to people of all political persuasions because they didn’t cast judgement. “Oh that’s what you believe? Well here’s a whole planet built on those hypothetical principles. Here are some cool things, and some terrible things. Make up your own mind.”
Star Trek writers today have all the tact and nuance of an angry baboon flinging faeces at the viewer while screaming “REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Without exploration of the plentiful and beautiful nuance in life, what’s left is a sermon. A preachy, dire, boring sermon. And who better to lead the ceremony each week than the Maryest of Sues, Michael Burnham.
Comparing TNG with whatever the fuck we have today is an insult to Star Trek, and Trekkie Bill knows it.
You’ve got an interestingly warped memory of these past episodes. Much judgment was cast, and tolerance of the intolerant was never a theme.