Susan Senator
All happy families are not alike...
All happy families are not alike...
Mel-icious Intent
Mel Gibson can kiss my ass. I don’t accept his apology. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. The first time, that movie of his, I could allow in the name of freedom of expression. I knew it was biased against the Jews and really inflammatory, but that’s his right. I knew that it would work to undermine Vatican II, but most people I know who are Christians still hold with the whole “the Romans did it” mentality. I think. I mean no disrespect here. I am just angry about the slant of that movie, what I think was maliciously intended, consciously anti-Semitic especially now with this. But at least it can be said that no pogroms occurred because of it, anyway; no Kristallnacht, thank God. Many Jews harbor fears of such a thing in the backs of their minds, especially when something like Gibson’s The Passion comes along. But perhaps some good came out of it: most people really began to believe that Mr. Gibson’s wig was flipping.
So now, with this whole thing. I don’t know about you, but when I get pulled over by a cop, the first thing that comes into my head is usually, “Oh, God, please get me out of this with just a warning,” and not some diatribe against some religious group or other. But that’s just me.
Look, Mel, get some help. Look at your genetics. The sins of the fathers…
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A good man brings forth good out of the good treasure of his heart, but a wicked man brings forth what is wicked out of his wicked [treasure]; for out of the heart’s abundance his mouth speaks. Luke 6:45 (I hope you don’t mind me citing that…)
Mel obviously runs around with a heart full of hateful thoughts including anti-Semitic ones. His father has been quoted as making blatantly anti-Semitic comments and Mel seems to idolize his father. The alcohol just made it easier to let Mel’s thoughts loose. I assume he was accusing the cops of being Jewish and out to get him.
I was ordered by a professor along with the rest of a class to go see “the passion,” and I refused. I asked nicely for a different assignment and the professor denied my request. I don’t think he ever did tell me I could do otherwise, but the paper I wrote was about why I thought Gibson made the movie. I dug into Mel’s religious views and the weird stuff he based the movie on. I wrote that Mel’s a creep and pushing a creepy and false view of a Bible account, essentially.
In the end the professor told the class that I was right not to go to the movie, because (he said) the movie was pornographic. He had gone out of his way to make fun of me in the class for refusing to go, so he needed to make it public that I was right.
It was one of those times when autistic stubborness served me well. I sat in class and made pot-shot snyde comments at him when he made mistakes, too. The class was like that where he made fun of some of us and some of us didn’t like it and we made fun of him back… mainly me.
He was a very foolish professor and you are very brave. Good for you!
Yeah, he is a complete asshat.
In Vino Veritas