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2001-09-15

I do not like the idea of scapegoats, because some parts of me still believe in justice. Finding and blaming scapegoats is never a part of that, no matter what horrible acts they have done in the past.

The irrational fears take control and we’ll end up further away from the real solution than ever before, as those blamed have absolutely nothing to do with it at all. Racism and bigotry spreads like a decease over seas and over land in an alarming rate, the world is turning into a worse place by every minute. People turn into zealots, vowing to destroy other people because of their religion. Why does it feel as is I suddenly live in the 9th century in the middle of the crusades? As Bruce Sterling once said: “History doesn’t repeat itself, but it does kind of rhyme.” I wish he had been wrong.

See: threats and abuse towards muslims and “potential” muslims.

See: Jerry Falwell.

I do not believe in “using this as an excuse to clean up” as some people does. That would lead to even more devastation. If that road is even touched, will the cities destroyed shortly thereafter be excused in the same manner as Hiroshima?

See: Harry S. Truman.

See: Nagasaki.

As long as one innocent person dies, the price is too damn high and vengeance is simply not worth that.

They showed a small program on BBC Prime entitled Gizmos — or something like that — just recently. Marvellous. Old, archive shows about the wonders of technology. Old, dated technology. Just the way it should be and just as I like it.

The Laundromat was bizarre; with well-designed booths and big boxes where the clothes came out, draped in transparent plastic on coat hangers. It was big and looked impressive. It had huge overtones of automation, even though in reality, almost everything behind was done with the skilful hands of the employees. The future looked more stylish and impressive in the past I think, instead of everything just have to be smaller.

The only problem was that the show was soaked in a happy-fifties filter. I can’t stand the never-so-happy housewives and all the smiling faces. It strikes a cord somewhere inside, which probably makes me the ideal viewer for Pleasantville.

If I some time in the near future manage to get rid of my hatred for my own voice, I might do something like Jish does in his voxlog. But anyway, go there and listen. It’s good, especially the Voiceblog vs. textblog vs. videoblog. I don’t think I’ll sing though, not unless someone gets me really, really drunk.