Kill the person who penned, actually no, spewed the idea of Death Note out into the market of international media. The premise seems like something a repressed and violent teenager would write in his own notebook, in hopes that one day, all the people who gave him swirlies after gym class would keel over and croak. It only pretends to pose the question of existential angst with the notebook, and assuming a high school kid did pick it up, it goes one of two ways, he/she either goes all Columbine on his or her classmates, or tosses it away because its a notebook attached to a freaky demon thing with a penchant for...doing nothing...fun... Perhaps I'm handicapped by the fact that I can't sit through 5 minutes of the show without having the urge to go to a town hall debate on healthcare for some dialogue that by comparison is intelligent and civil, all I know is there's a really fat girl in my lecture who is absolutely in love with death note and won't stop sitting right in front of me, I have to pray for an open seat in the front of the hall or suffer half my field of vision being impeded by plumber butt, so I think I'm justified in saying what I've said.