So Walt is a competent fellow, handling Tuco and managing to make blue meth and doing this while on chemotherapy. Somewhere along the line, Walt lost his “I can’t believe this humor”. He does not lose his pants; he does not pull money out of his pool and put it in a dryer; he no longer teaches chemistry to high-schoolers. Yes, I realize he purchased not your usual ski masks for the robbery and, yes, he and Jesse did take the opportunity to wrap rope around the port-a-potty the security guard had entered – with magazine. It wasn’t funny – to me – because I knew Walt was not going to have to do anything to make this work. The writers, who I guess came back from being on strike with fewer brain cells, give it the Obi Wan Kenobi treatment . . . Everything will be just fine and they will get away with a barrel of the chemical they need; you don’t need to look for anything clever in what is happening.

So what is happening? Well, Walt and Jesse are making a lot of meth and Walt is having conversations with Hank about what is legal and what is not. He killed  a couple of people, but that was back in earlier episodes, and now he is talking in terms of prohibition. Walt, I don’t think so. Don’t rationalize; just say, “Hey, I woke up a little late to the fact that shit happens and so you might as well take what you can get – no holds barred.”

But, Walt, you’re so damned good at it. I’m sitting here thinking that you’re making a lot of money because you are smart and are tapping into unrecognized aspects of that intelligence. I’m sitting here thinking, “Hey, I wish I were as smart as Walt.”

And I’m not sure this is how it is supposed to work out with this show.