Even an irreligious coworker (self-described lapsed Catholic) told me he considered Breaking Bad to be a fable of the hollowness of modern America.
A repressed weakling gains the power he's always craved, only to find that it ruins him. Fully self-actualized now, he comes to realize that he loved the wrong god all along -- but too late.
America is the Walter White of the world.
Our downfall will be as deserved.
I tell you naught for your comfort
Yea, naught for your desire
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher
