Sometimes when I watch LoK I feel like the show became, somehow, a completely different show near the end. Like they suddenly realized that, the way they’d been writing and pacing these episodes, they could not hold up the plotline they’d been forming and had to change things drastically so that events would make sense or feasibly be able to happen. (Korra ‘defeating’ Amon, for example.) In doing this, they completely ruined at least two characters and stymied their lead character. More on that later, because right now I’m just going to focus on Hiroshi fucking Sato and how he makes no sense.
So we’re introduced to Hiroshi as an extremely wealthy business owner who built this vast company on his own invention, the Satomobile. Originally poor, he built his company from the ground up in the kind of blaze of bootstrapping glory that would make Americans proud. He is devoted to his family, his daughter that he dotes on and protects lovingly. They seem to have a wonderful, loving relationship. I’m gonna say this again: Asami, as we see her in the beginning, loves her father, is not resentful towards him, and is pretty much a stereotypical daddy’s girl. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH.
Hiroshi’s wife was killed by a firebender, leaving him as a grieving single father. Either after or before this murder, he had Asami go through a lot of physical training and martial arts classes to become quite possibly the most badass hand-to-hand fighter on this show with the exception of Amon. He even protected her from what he was doing with the Equalists, wanting to leave her out of the violence for as long as he could. When she attacked him in defense of her friends, he forgave her and spent the time worrying about his daughter with Amon.
So everything we saw of Hiroshi up to the point of the finale was a man who had turned to the Equalists out of vengeance and was capable of doing horrible things out of anger, but loved his daughter beyond anything else. How many people would come up from being electrocuted by their child with only the thought: “I hope she’s safe, I hope she’s not making the wrong choices, I hope she won’t be hurt by what is going to happen?” We see no anger from Hiroshi over that attack.
In the FINALE, he fights her in a mech, trying to keep her from helping the Krew. (Also I’m just going to say, unlike Mako, he actually gives a real apology at first: I know I hurt you and I’m sorry.) Anyway, she tells him: “You don’t feel love for mom anymore. You’re too full of hate.” And he suddenly decides she’s no longer worth saving or protecting. This guy. This man, who previously has been painted as a dedicated family man, who put his daughter through so much self defense so she would be safe, who put everything on the line for his family- THIS MAN. He tries to murder her. He would have crushed her if Bolin hadn’t come to the rescue.
This made no fucking sense. It also shows that Bryke never had any intention of making the Equalists look legitimate, or allowing the movement any kind of validation. Why have Hiroshi go over the top and murder his daughter? Why not have them talk it out, yell at each other until they both start crying, come out of those walking weapons and deal with each other face-to-face like father and daughter should, because after all these are two people who love each other? This is a family that was never shown as unhealthy or abusive, like Zuko’s. It’s a family that is broken but mendable. Their fight would have still happened, but think how much more poignant it would have been if they both had retained their humanity, if Hiroshi was left as a violent revolutionary- but still a family man.
Instead, they have Hiroshi swallowed up by anger and made inhuman enough to try and murder his daughter, in a fit of character-smashing idiocy that completely left him unsympathetic. The only reason for them to do this would be to display, yet again, that the Equalists are wrong. They are misguided at best, violent and hate-filled at worst. The finale is full of such moments, with the writers doing their ham-handed best to show us these people are bad, immoral, and worth being defeated in the worst way.
It’s like they just could not deal with the complexities of the plot they had set up. They could not, for some reason, write this struggle as people fighting people, they set it up as a classic good vs. evil. They went for the simplest, most disappointing way to tell this story and boy, did the characters pay for it.
Hiroshi Sato causes me a lot of pain in my heart.
Same. I try to treat him better in AU fic.
Now that’s one sweet ride.
Taxi driver Mansoor Khalid is on a one-man mission to cheer up New Yorkers with a daily dose of candy.
“The New York life is not the easy life,” Khalid, 36, told the Daily News. “People are depressed. I see a lot of people stressed sitting back there.”
Khalid is no stranger to stress. He dubbed his taxi the NYC Candy Cab after his 2-year-old son died in April from a long battle with heart disease.
“I learned a lot of things,” he said of the trauma of losing his child, who underwent two heart transplants and lost a kidney before he passed away. “Life is too short.”
Khalid, who moved to New York from Pakistan in 1993 and has been driving a cab since 1997, had already seen the impact of small acts of generosity. During the two years he spent in the hospital with his son, he routinely brought coffee and desserts to the doctors and nurses when he got off his shift at 1 a.m.
“They got so happy when in the middle of the night I gave every person coffee,” he said. “I was so nice to them and they were so nice to me.”
After his son died, Khalid decided to bring his routine to the people he interacted with every day in his cab.
Khalid said he was inspired to do something sweet after the death of his 2-year-old son.
“I was very depressed, losing my little boy,” he said. “Somehow, God gave me this idea. Now (I’m) chit-chatting and time is flying by!”
Though he doesn’t eat much candy himself — “Skittles, only” — Khalid offers a wide variety of sweets, and has started cataloguing his collection on Instagram. Fans can also follow him on Twitter (@CandyCabNYC), and he may even start a blog for his growing following.
One such fan was thrilled to discover the cab on a late night out last weekend, and quickly spread the word about him through social media.
“We all started freaking out,” said David Weiner, 27. “You don’t see piles of candy like that in adulthood. It’s just one of those things that reminds you you’re in New York and anything can happen.”
And Khalid’s unusual project has the full support of the city.
“We encourage drivers to go the extra mile in the name of customer service, and Mr. Khalid certainly does this,” said Taxi and Limousine Commission boss David Yassky. “We appreciate the loyalty he inspires in his passengers.”
Loyalty isn’t the goal, considering that Khalid responds to every hail, candy or no candy. His mission is to spread warmth.
“It’s a little thing,” he said, “but people get happy.”