We value things because they strike an emotional chord in us. Whether we keep, gain, or lose something we value, we experience strong emotions as a result of the event.
It is not often we gain a priceless treasure and suffer the extremity of grief as a result. Propaganda has so affected me, and I have had to twice now pause it and walk away until I could stand it again. I still have 1/3 of the film to go, but I have already realized how important it is.
One thing it confirms I know: the enemy of your enemy is not your friend. It is usually just another enemy. I don't think the Glorious Leader of Best Korea is my friend because his intention is to oppose enemies of us both. Remember that before you accuse me of partisan politics. Glorious Leaders are inevitably Vicious Bastards in my experience.
Filmed in New Zealand and released to critical acclaim in 2012, I am revealed by it to be woefully ignorant of my world, yet know it far better now that I have watched but part of this movie. I have been researching and honestly appraising world events for 50 odd years, and thought I could not fail to grasp how the world works. In many respects I was right.
In critical aspects, I was wrong. ATM I alternate between nausea and wanting to weep, and I am glad of it. I rejoice that I have the capacity that those yet ignorant of their complicity in genocide do not. Shame enables us to become human, transcending mere animals to stand capable of good, because we are culpable of evil.
It is our realization of our ability to do things that matter that underlies honest self respect, and conceit to believe in ourselves absent ruthless fulfillment of the responsibilities such power brings. I expect shortly to regain my composure as I recognize my incapacity to be better than I am. Not taking myself seriously blunts every blow that bludgeons the buffoon I am.
Pity psychopaths capable of war crimes. Their inhumanity dulls and blunts their joy insofar as they manage to dehumanize people, until they are but faint simulacra of those they murder.
A day comes when what has been hidden is revealed, ignorance is informed, and we will rejoice in the good company of our fellows.
They will not, because they will be blinded, by their own dehumanization of others reflected onto them in the mirror of their mind's eye, to see that happy day as anything but an opportunity to prey.
Nothing could be more pitiable.
