We want you to know that we don’t blame you. “We” meaning “The Walking Dead” fandom, of course.
We don’t blame you for who you are or what you’ve become. We know you started off with such great potential, so you can’t imagine how hard it was for us to just sit here and watch your destruction unfold.
The good ol' days.
We’d forgive you if it was your fault, but it’s not. You’re but a fictitious character living in a fictitious world, and someone had to make you the way you are.
So it’s a shame they ruined you. They took every good bit about you and buried and hid it away.
And that’s why you need to die.
We’ve spent three seasons with you, and we’ve experienced every trial and ounce of pain and sorrow you’ve lived through: The world going topsy turvy, your sister’s death, the time you almost killed Daryl, those times you got dirty with Shane, and all of the times you had a chance to kill the Governor but didn’t. (You also got dirty plenty of times with the Gov, but we digress.)
During the first and second season, you were a likeable and relatable character, one that seemed real and one we, the fans, could grow with.
We'll remember the good times we shared.
Then season three happened and you took a turn for the worst. You had hardened during your travels with Michonne, that’s certain. But when you met the Governor, you became weak in the knees and let hormones take over.
We understood for a little bit: You had a warm bed to sleep in and a warm body to share it with. You had security, safety and luxuries. You thought you had it made.
Then you just started to get stupid. Even though you had all of the evidence of the Governor’s ill deeds right in front of you, you second guessed yourself. This caused your inability to act. This caused the deaths of good people. It caused a war between Rick’s group and Woodbury.
Hell, you made Lori look reasonable. Reasonable.
Well, yeah, he does seem nice.
... Well, I mean, it is a zombie apocalypse and a man has to protect himself.
Alright, maybe he's just doing this so he can desensitize himself!
Oh, hell no.
Your unwillingness to sacrifice your comforts for the greater good was appalling. We don’t care if you saw the error of your ways and tried to make amends late in the season: The truth remains, and that truth is you still royally goofed and became someone we all hated.
And we loved to hate you. You gave us a reason to be angry. The Governor scared us, Merle made us believe in redemption, and you… You just made us facepalm over and over and over again. You made us question everything we had ever liked and learned about you.
You said it.
Ha, listen to us. We keep sounding like this is your fault, when it’s not. No, it’s your writer’s fault.
Maybe it was intentional: Make Andrea the character fans begin hating because of stupid decisions she makes. Maybe it was never meant to be that way. Maybe you truly were the victim of poor writing.
They can try to pass it off as wanting to add a sense of realistic human nature into an otherwise unrealistic scenario. But we don’t buy it.
They can try to say there wouldn’t have been much of a third (or fourth) season if Andrea had done the right thing and killed the Governor. But we don’t buy it.
Alas, what’s done is done. And you have to understand it’s nothing personal, it’s just business.
The season finale is in less than a week and the real reason we’re tuning in is not to see if the Governor meets the business end of Michonne’s sword or Rick’s revolver — we’re tuning in to see if you bite the dust, because we really hope you do.
We don’t care how it happens, it just needs to happen. “The Walking Dead” world would be much better without you.
We loved you, we really did. But breaking up is hard to do, and sometimes the only way to see it through is by seeing you written off the show.
Please don’t disappoint us. Again.
It's a start.
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