Nov. 16th, 2012

eumelia: (nice jewish girl)
I just got home.

I spent the evening with friends.

We amused ourselves, played with the dog-niece, talked about almost anything other than the fact that we're at war.

Again.

What else is fucking new.

I'm so sick of this shit.

Rockets are now reaching Tel-Aviv. There was a siren and the office travelled down to the underground parking lot where we waited the ten minutes we're supposed to. It was tense, but not overly so. Someone said there was an anti-war demo being planned and she couldn't understand that.

I said, "It's very easy to understand when you see that violence doesn't actually solve anything, but only make things worse."

I can handle a lot, but I can't handle dehumanisation. It doesn't matter to me who is dead on which side, I only care that a life was lost. There is a disproportionate amount of life lost on the side of the people who don't have the option of escaping and have much weaker weapons.

That doesn't make them better than us. We are no better, we just have bigger guns.

The Israeli government is as blood thirsty as Hamas, make no mistake. They have no intention on stopping the fight, the IDF is calling up 30,000 reservists.

A ground assault is immanent.

With it, a bigger body count.

It doesn't matter to me who is dead on which side.

I'm fine.

I see no horizon.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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