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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A Letter for Jaycee Dugard From Another Rape Victim

A blogger posted this on another site instead of here. I have her permission to post it here as a blog for Jaycee Dugard. She was raped constantly as a child.

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I do love cats, too. All animals.

I was trying to go to sleep just now, and I couldn't stop thinking about what I could possibly say about Jaycee's case.

And then I realized, I'll bet I know what she daydreamed about sometimes.

I used to daydream all the time as a child about a safe place, a place I could hide where no one would find me, where no one could hurt me. I used to take great joy in daydreaming about hearing the footsteps of the people who were coming to hurt me, and they were looking for me, but I was safely hidden, and they would never find me. I was hidden with enough to eat, and warm blankets, and I was happy and cozy and most of all safe.

I read that abused children often daydream of survival, like my daydreams that I had. So I was thinking, I'll bet she daydreamed of safe places too sometimes.

I think when the worst hits, when peak oil really socks us in the stomach, we will all be doing a lot of daydreaming about survival. We will be dreaming of a place where the civil war or the riots won't reach us, a place where we have enough power/energy, enough food, enough of everything we need to survive and be happy.

I was just thinking, the people who hate based on race or religion or gender, are really only dabbling in hate. You see, I hate so deeply that I don't want only one race or gender to cease to exist, I want all of humanity to cease to exist. I won't take any action to achieve those ends beyond not having any children of my own, but if enough of us came to that conclusion, if enough of us hated that deeply, we might just cease to exist.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Brad Pitt and Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds and Aldo Ray Part 7

Continuing at Huff Po is another small minded review of Inglourious Basterds http://tinyurl.com/nyeqfc . This one is called: The Problem With Tarantino: He Has Nothing to Say where he goes on to talk about Tarantino's lack of morality. Does he mean preachy morality? So many criticisms of Brad Pitt's portrayal of Aldo Raine that my disgust increases.

Here's the deconstruction of Pitt's Aldo Raine. It is a moving, funny, tender memorial to Aldo Ray, a Hollywood actor who always turned in an excellent performance, and who rarely played the leading man. Aldo Ray was 18 in 1944 when he joined the Navy and was a Frogman and served in the battle of Okinawa. He was in many movies from the late 40's, through the 50's and 60's (see wiki link at bottom) and did radio but mostly disappeared in old age. When he died in 1991 at 64, his small town Crockett, CA. honored him but that was all the tribute he got. A major film of his was Miss Sadie Thompson with none other than Rita Hayworth. It was based on a story by Somerset Maugham titled Rain. He was known for his war roles and tough guy roles and gravelly voice. In later years he played redneck parts. And so we see how carefully and subtly Tarantino and Brad Pitt, without fanfare, constructed this memorial to Ray. The rope burn on Aldo Raine's neck probably is a sign for something, but I am not sure. The scalps probably refer to Pitt's role in Legends of the Fall.

What a lovely thing to do. People who have nothing to say don't do this. And without announcing it to accept applause, but quietly letting you learn how to decode a film on your own. And to make fun of film buffs in the know as the raison d'etre of a film is puerile pejorative rubbish.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldo_Ray