Those of us who devoted gray cells and column inches to the fate of Tony Soprano — both before and after the head-scratching finale of The Sopranos — were brought up short last week by an interview in which creator David Chase described us as “bloodthirsty” and chastised us for caring more about the fate of his protagonist, a conscienceless killer, than injustices in the real world. My answer to Chase is easily stated: Eat me.