If you want to get into the Halloween spirit and see a really scary...I mean terrifying...movie, go check out Jesus Camp. People who know me know that I am not religious, but they also understand that I have no problem with others' beliefs. I do feel like it is mostly a personal matter. I would never impose my atheism on anyone and I expect the same courtesy.
I have to admit that I am not so comfortable and open-minded when it comes to Evangelicals. In Jesus Camp, you learn how they "use" children to become "soldiers for God's Army." It scared the crap out of me and made me really angry. The kids at the camp that is profiled in the film looked pretty frightened too. I didn't see a lot of smiling, laughing, playful youngsters, but instead several crying, sobbing, terror-stricken children.
It's one thing if you are an adult and choose to adopt a certain set of beliefs and practices, but I find it disgusting to see innocent kids, with so much potential, being brain-washed and scared into that lifestyle. I'd love to see a follow up documentary in twenty years. Just out of curiousity.
That's all I have to say about that. I try to avoid serious, controversial issues on this silly little blog of mine, but this one has been gnawing away at my brain, which I thought was perfect timing for tomorrow's holiday.
10/30/2006
10/25/2006
Cry Baby
Have you ever burst into tears when someone told you some news, not because you are happy for them like you should be, but because you immediately think of how it negatively impacts you? I'm not proud of it, but it happened to me today. The effect was magnified by an extremely stressful day of the second of two very stressful weeks in a row. I felt like an ass afterwards and frantically contacted the person to apologize.
On the way home, I cried a little bit more in the car, maybe because I felt so stupid or maybe because I was so happy that my mp3 player randomly chose to play "Ziggy Stardust," just what I needed after another shitty day.
On the way home, I cried a little bit more in the car, maybe because I felt so stupid or maybe because I was so happy that my mp3 player randomly chose to play "Ziggy Stardust," just what I needed after another shitty day.
Short (On Time Too)
Thank you Christopher Nolan for making The Prestige, a wonderful film. And for including that scene with Hugh Jackman shirtless.
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