I'm feeling particularly uninspired this week. A very draining day has left me short of words. Those who know me well would snicker in disbelief. Fuck you, very much.

In any event, I have very little to say at the moment, but my previous journal entry was boring me, so I felt I should make at least some effort. My current mood will clearly do no justice to the movie discussed here.

I just finished watching a soul-stirring film called "Bloody Sunday". Once again, I am angered to the point of fiery animosity towards the fucking Brits. (England out of Ireland!) If you are unfamiliar with the events to which the film refers, I suggest you do your homework and get back to me before commenting. It should come as no surprise that I am Irish-American, and quite proud. The tattoo on my right arm is proof enough of that. Though I am intimately familiar with the Massacre at Bogside in the town of Derry, Northern Ireland, I had not yet seen this recent film. It is a stark, unglamorized retelling of the brutal events of 30 January 1972. Presented almost as though it were a real-time documentary, the unfolding tragedy on the streets of Derry is moving to the point of deep despair followed by seething rage. The film style sets a perfectly uncomfortable, anxious tone befitting the subject matter. See this film, not only for its historical significance, but also for some fine performances by relatively unknown Irish actors.

Anger. Virulent, choleric anger. The inhumanity heaped upon the innocent by those despicable soldiers. The blatant mockery of justice perpetrated by the Widgery Tribunal. The crimes of ignorance and hatred brought about by religious intolerance. Sickening, blinding intolerance.

All of this happened some 32 years ago.

Have we learned nothing?