The Walking Dead S03E10

Been a Michael Rooker fan since Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, and through all the cardboardy, cartoony redneck sicko characters he's portrayed in the last couple of decades, there's always been something worth watching about him, something goddamned human.

Not so in this season where his Merle Dixon is a masterpiece of tissue-thin characterisation with a flaming neon sign above his head screaming I'm a plot instigator, and I'm like, Are you fuckin' shitting me?

Update:  Yeah, by ep's end, there's hope.  But I can't help but think of that wonderful phrase, With hope in one hand and shit in the other, which do you think'll fill up first?