Well, the residents of Chester’s Mill finally did it, and it only took a series of murders, a shooting at a gazebo trial, a potential outbreak of engineered swine flu and thoughts of cannibalism to make it happen. Julia is finally, officially in charge of things. One assumes apocalyptic chaos will reign within a week, because having your town encased in an unbreakable dome is nothing compared to letting this maniac call the shots. In case you forget, Julia has literally never made a judgment or decision, or even a statement, that proved correct. Someone who actively and publicly wanted to destroy Chester’s Mill and murder all of its residents would be a more competent choice. But nope, instead Julia’s in charge.
How did she engineer this stunning coup d’état? Well, things have gotten so confused as of late that there really was no other viable option. Big Jim was of course in jail for his part in Rebecca’s scheme to poison the town with a pig virus. This town has now gone through so many sheriffs that the power of the badge has become totally meaningless. The latest one tries to engineer a public shaming of Julia, blowing up some food stores and making it look like her fault, but Barbie rumbles him and takes him out. Then Julia, who earlier had planned to put Jim and Rebecca on trial, instead decides to publicly forgive them, because we’re all in this together or something.
This bonehead decision (Big Jim is a repeated and admitted murderer) should herald an immediate impeachment of Julia from any kind of position of authority. Instead, the whole town bursts into applause, cheering as democracy dies. Julia and Jim shake hands in a pathetic piece of showmanship and the town goes on thinking that they’re all going to be safe when, of course, their doom arrives ever faster, like a winged messenger from hell.