Suddenly we're in a vortex of just more weird stuff happening. Doakes comes back to life as a Zombie even though he was blown to bits at the end of Season 2, so that was pretty strange, not to mention the sex scene he had with Quinn and Batista soon after he rose from the dead and starved only for human brains and flesh. It was just around this time that I started to lose faith in anything that Dexter had to offer to me, but the show offered so much in the past that I couldn't give up on it yet. But then, I saw the ending.
The ending. The dreaded, horrible ending. Well, we know by now that Saxon is our killer, and we're finally closing in on the fucker (as Deb would say (Oh, classic Deb (poor Deb))). As critics have said, "Dexter's space ship should've went to a different galaxy than Phlonxious Division 17, he shouldn't have even stopped for gas at planet Cassius in that other galaxy Klozmid Stratum 3 where he got that blow job from that really hot alien prostitute with 10 arms. God, she/it was hot". I couldn't agree more. That scene was almost as outrageous as when Dexter had to dispose of poor Deb's body when he had to go toe to toe with that huge Fire-breathing-man-eating Dragon. Deb was probably a good motherfucking shitball meal for that dragon though. Classic Deb.
Well really, it was the ending. Even though the middle of the last episode showed how Dexter really wasn't human at all but just a Grizzly Bear in Human Skin and a huge disappointment to Metro City Homicide so the establishment only blew up instead of shutting down and all of the employees became drug-addict-flesh-eating-alcoholic zombies, everything the show gave us still weighs out the bad.
By: Charles McHale