so as part of our anniversary celebration last night, j and i went to the cinema (yeah, we’re crazy like that!! just party, party, party. for the record, it was the first time in more than a year that i’ve seen a current movie in a theatre, since the “dias de furia” disaster doesn’t count.) we saw “the last king of scotland” which was great.

but at the same time it made me so furious, because it’s just another sad story about what happens to a country when the west meddles and muddies around, props up puppet politicians, then washes its hands of the whole messy affair. and because it’s only another poor country, state supported killing is ignored until long after the fact. cambodia, uganda, serbia, afghanistan, iraq.  lather, rinse, repeat.

when we were in cambodia, we went to the s21 genocide museum. disgusted by the complicity of the u.s. in supporting the sadistic regime of the khmer rouge, i wrote this:

and so i feel compelled to bear witness. to try to examine in my own way, the cruel cancerous biology of genocide that invades, multiplies quietly, ravages and destroys a people, and is always identified far too late. to pay my respects to those who died unnoticed by the rest of the world.

i feel compelled to see for myself, the worst of humanity on display – the stark, indisputable evidence of our most craven and cowardly need to deny the existence of evil and suffering in front of our faces… millions died because we failed them. we can’t keep looking away.

when the fuck will it all end? when will the governments of the west acknowledge their role in the bloodshed? and more importantly, when will they care enough to do something about it *before* millions more die?

song of the day: the juliana theory – if i told you this was killing me, would you stop?

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