It really seemed to matter to everybody that other human beings were being treated in that way.
We didn’t just talk about it, we did things, I remember boycotts and marches and demos all being held because we couldn’t bear that people were being treated like that.
A few years ago I watched a documentary about life in Palestine.
There’s a section where a UN dignitary of some kind comes to do a photo opportunity outside a new hospital.
The staff know that it communicates nothing of the real desperation of their position, so they trick her into a side ward on her way out.
She ends up in a room with a child who the doctors explain is in a critical condition because they don’t have the supplies to keep treating him.
She flounders, awkwardly caught in the bleak reality of the room, mouthing platitudes over a dying boy.
The filmmaker asks one of the doctors what they think the stunt will have achieved.
He is suddenly angry, perhaps having just felt at first hand something he knew in the abstract. The indifference of the world.
“She will do nothing,” he says to the filmmaker. Then he looks into the camera and says: “Neither will you”.
I cried at that and promised myself that I would do something. Other than write a few stupid jokes I have not done anything. Neither have you.
Piss piss piss marines pissing on the corpses of dead Afghans. I keep thinking about S02E11 of Louie, with the duckling. I tried so hard not to cry. How is it that this season is even blacker and more surreal? He surprises me every time. By the end of that episode my tears were falling when I saw that it was dedicated to Tim Hetherington. I remembered this beautiful dedication to Tim’s memory and that raw day.
Links to two great posts I’ve read recently about Louis C.K. and his comedy and television show.
The rough magic of “Louie” In its own quiet way, the brilliant second season of Louis C.K.’s sitcom goes where no show has gone before by Matt Zoller Seitz (don’t click through if you haven’t watched Season 2 yet and want to avoid spoilers).
Reggie Watts on CONAN
“I’m sorry, I can’t tonight. That guy totally eviscerated me. My penis is totally recessed.”
“When I was a little kid I used to like to push my penis in to make it look like it disappeared. Today that happened all by itself.”
My future husband. I told rumoko on Twitter I wanted to marry Zach Galifianakis and he replied, “Me too. I want to BE him. And then marry myself and have my babies. And then marry them. To each other. #SHAUNARMY”
My marriage proposal to Zach is clearly superior because it doesn’t involve INCEST.
|Me:||I borrowed out The Hangover. I'm going to watch it later.|
|Sister:||Oh, I've seen that! It's really funny.|
|Me:||Cool. It's got that guy I love in it. Zach Gala..Galin...Galinaifaki.|
|Me:||The bearded guy? His name is Zach Galnifakas.|
|Sister:||Bearded guy? Oh, the bearded guy! Wait, there isn't a bearded guy.|
|Me:||Yes, there is. The bearded guy. Zach Galanada.|
|Sister:||Oh, you mean the fat guy?|
|Me:||He has a name, you know. It's Zach Galifinada.|