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Dec 19, 2009 20:30

Spent the day doin' laundry at my parents' house -- AFTER THE SKIT AT JAPANESE SCHOOL. Apparently, that went well, as the audience laughed where they were supposed to, and I didn't forget my lines. And we, the angels, were in bedsheets. Go us? XD

Day was peaceful except for when my dad and brother insisted on watching a 9/11 show on the History channel. It was a show comprised of only perso-cam footage: phones, video cameras, digicams, that sort of thing. Personally, I found it distasteful and absolutely horrific. Who wants to watch more than a few minutes of that?! It showed all the people running, the buildings collapsing, the total darkness that the debris cloud caused if you were caught in it -- it was awful.

Now, I know this happened, and it was a real event, and we should never forget how terrible it was, but c'mon: I know the Nazis tortured people with medical experiments, but I don't watch an entire show that displays ALL the photographs Mengele EVER TOOK for like an HOUR, and I sure as hell don't watch any other hour-long programs that show me all the bodies in Rwanda and all the different poses they were found in, or all the people shot and skinned and murdered and tortured. Who wants to watch that?

My brother said I should be able to look at it, but why would I want to watch real people running in real terror for their lives? That's sick. We should know that these things happen, yes, but fuck, while I admire Roy Mustang for being able to live through Ishbal and come out a better man, I sure as hell don't wanna go to Iraq and watch my best friend get blown up and have his fucking arm hit me in the face.

I don't know... I guess, to me, there's a line between trying to understand what happened to people, and trying to re-live it? I don't want to KNOW what it's like when people are tortured. Call me crazy, but I really, really don't. And what would happen to the world if we DID all know what that was like? -shudder-
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