I'm listening to: Nerina Pallot - Halfway Home

I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple left to eat:
It's a wonder that I'm standing on my own two feet.
In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian goodbyes
Jewels of litter come to greet me, and it stings my eyes.

I'm dying for episode 8 and the rest of the season to be out. It's not just the plot but the political and philosophical (especially existential) themes running through the seasons.

The last of True Blood from episode 7 finally enunciated quite patently a key issue at the heart of the season, if not the entire series. Russell Edgington, the 3000 year-old vampire king of Mississippi, declared that the only law to abide by is that of Nature's; of the survival of the fittest, and not some artificial social construct laid down by traditional authority (i.e. the Magister and his precedents). The reason for his belief is that conventional legal structures (governing vampiric conduct) were conceived to appease humans' fears, but these hold back the development of vampires as the master race, which is particularly irksome because he cannot understand how human beings are stupid enough to destroy their own living habitat and yet claim a natural right to the world. 

He's obviously over his head in arrogance, but it's hard to dismiss his opinions just like that. First off, it isn't very clear which race - human or vampiric - Nature favours in the first place, since vampires are after all human beings risen from the dead, though the other part of their origin is anything but human. But the fact that all vampires had to be human once, and that they also waited till lately to 'come out of the closet', favours human beings as having the natural right. Then again, vampires are physically, physiologically and psychologically superior to human beings, which counters that claim on a different level but also makes it hard to draw a reasonable comparison when both operate by different criteria (defining Nature). On the other hand, it's interesting to note how human standards are always the basis for comparison.

And then, there are also Weres, Shapeshifters, Fairies (to come), Maenads, and goodness knows what else. Each and every one of these have a human 'component' to their being, in the sense that they take on human forms at least some of the time. This does not indicate that human beings are therefore the master race; it could be a functionary and practical (plainly obvious how) evolutionary (?) adaptation, but it raises the question of why human beings have been left to believe, since the dawn of time till recently, that they are the only evolutionarily sophisticated species inhabiting the earth. That, however, for a contemporary science-fiction writer like Charlaine Harris, is only at her discretion. I guess we can just wait and see (since human beings' fear = being subjected to human standards = doesn't seem plausible as a real reason), and until more light has been thrown on the subject, the preceding questions and issues cannot be satisfactorily addressed, which is why 

I. need. more. True. Blood. And just the shows. I don't really want the books, sorry. 

And now, I'm halfway home, 

I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to come and meet me?