dragged on a table in a factory
illegitimate place to be
in a packet in a lavatory
die little baby screaming fucking bloody mess
it's not an animal it's an abortion
Warren Kinsella, in his column in the Post today, decries the proliferation of extreme violence in entertainment. OK, it's a legitimate point, and one that I'm not entirely unsympathetic with, though how you control free expression in a (sort-of) free society is rather more problematic.
As an example of the desensitizing nature of it, he offers a scene from a recent (and unmentioned by Kinsella -- co-written by executive producer and critical darling Quentin Tarantino) horror film:
In Hostel -- which made US$50-million but cost a fraction of that to produce -- a man blowtorches a woman's face. Neither the Post, nor I, can describe what happens next.
Huh. Sounds like a typical day's work at Abu Ghraib before the unspeakable Lynndie English arrived on the scene.
I find it passing strange, though, that our shiny-new crusader for civility is also a vocalist and bass player with a punk band, the name of which neither the Post, nor I, can describe.
If you must know what it is, close your eyes and click this Wikipedia link.
I can understand how he needs to shock the bourgeoisie and all that; but it's not really elevating the discourse, is it?