Free at last, free at last! Thank God almighty, I'm free at last!
Lost is over!
The first season was kind of interesting... Ooh! Mystery! But... after the pilot, the show moved slower than mollasses in January... on Quaaludes... while frozen in Carbonite. By the third or fourth season, it became clear that the writers were just making shit up as they went along. None of the characters had anything even remotely resembling a human or human-like motivation for doing anything: The characters would rather hatch a complicated and bizarre conspiracy rather than ask someone to pass the salt.
I held on until the end, because I just had to see how horribly awry this train wreck of a show could possibly go. And I was not disappointed: after six years of machinations, conspiracies, time travel, polar bears and woo-woo magic bullshit, Kate shoots the Man in Black in the back and everyone goes to heaven. It just doesn't get any stupider than that.
If you actually liked Lost (after the first or maybe second season), if you watched it for any reason other than horrified fascination and morbid curiosity about just how deeply a prime-time television show could descend into puerile stupidity, then you're a fucking idiot and personally responsible for the decline of Western civilization.