fucking hell. i just returned home at 1 a.m. and was sitting in my room about to check my email, when i heard the unmistakable sound of someone trying to bust in a car window with a bat. hoping to save a neighbor from misfortune, i ran out the front door, cell phone in hand. it was indeed someone busting in a car window, but the car happened to be double parked with the driver still inside. some motherfucker with a metal stick was smashing the shit out of the driver's side door, and as i watched and started dialing 911, he jumped on the hood of the car and started stomping it into shatters with his foot. then he jumped back on the ground and started beating the woman inside. finally connecting to 911, i had just enough time to shout, "i'm calling 911 you stupid motherfucker!!!!!" at which point he ran up the street.
jesus christ. i'm all shakey.
i think the woman is ok. she said she wasn't bleeding. the cops arrived and started taking care of the situation, but not before i heard some disparaging remarks regarding the victim from the voice on the other side of the cops walkie talkie. just another day on the job, where the victims of domestic violence must obviously be stupid black bitches. fuck.
all this after returning from seeing V for vendetta, which if you've seen it, you know what an insane (but so amazing!) ride it can be. i think i need to smoke a little somethin to calm the fuck down.
be good to each other.
jesus christ. i'm all shakey.
i think the woman is ok. she said she wasn't bleeding. the cops arrived and started taking care of the situation, but not before i heard some disparaging remarks regarding the victim from the voice on the other side of the cops walkie talkie. just another day on the job, where the victims of domestic violence must obviously be stupid black bitches. fuck.
all this after returning from seeing V for vendetta, which if you've seen it, you know what an insane (but so amazing!) ride it can be. i think i need to smoke a little somethin to calm the fuck down.
be good to each other.
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As for the cops, not excusing what they said, especially since I don't know exactly what it was, but cynicism is a way of diffusing the situation. If you pretend you don't care, if you pretend that the victim deserved their fate (even if just a little bit... we're all sinners, right?), then it's a little bit easier to deal with. And maybe that's the only way you can get by if you see the same shit every single day. Sure, it sacrifices a bit of our humanity, but how humans are humans if even a sizable minority can consider an act like smashing up a car and beating the crap out of its occupant?
I personally prefer humor as a way of coping with the negative elements in life, but many would consider it as crass if not moreso than cynicism or sarcasm. Not that I could think of even a marginally appropriate joke about a beaten woman on the fly. I mean, what's the alternative? I can't cry for every father who loses his job and can no longer support his family or for every child they turn into a soldier. I don't have the tears and I don't think it would do much good anyway. Best to do your best to make the world a better place. So good for you for doing what seemed like the right thing. Sucks though, don't it?
As for V, read the comic book by Alan Moore. I'm not saying the film was bad - it wasn't. I just couldn't force myself to watch it again after I witnessed what an atrocity the Wachowski brothers turned it into, and I've never felt anywhere near that way about the filmic adaption of a book. Ironically, the only message they manage to retain in its entirity is the one about integrity...