tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29619669.post1696251567486142328..comments2023-08-14T04:36:06.787-07:00Comments on REVOLUTION IS NOT A DINNER PARTY: Souls on ParadeSallySunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17417077309361828475noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29619669.post-60258886491643882672007-07-26T18:19:00.000-07:002007-07-26T18:19:00.000-07:00jgmwoYikes. Seeing a sweet kid you knew in high sc...jgmwoYikes. Seeing a sweet kid you knew in high school transformed into a killing machine? That has to be some serious mindfuck right there.<BR/><BR/>When I first saw Full Metal Jacket I remember thinking that it must have been exaggerating for effect, but the more I hear from people who've actually been in the military the more I doubt that theory. I don't know what they do to them, but they definately do something, and it's not something good. <BR/><BR/>It's always a wierd feeling, isn't it, being torn between compassion and visceral loathing?Cassandra Sayshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775317504418213521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29619669.post-28751663306645554942007-07-26T07:39:00.000-07:002007-07-26T07:39:00.000-07:00Hi Elizabeth, and thanks for stopping by. I was sp...Hi Elizabeth, and thanks for stopping by. <BR/><BR/>I was speechless when Mr. Killing Machine said he couldn't wait to go to Iraq. Who say's that? And most of all, who actually feels that way? I was astounded and disgusted. Yet, I felt the guy was seriously lacking in the "manhood" department. (Not in reference to size, of course, but in attitude.) He was one of those dudes that walks with a puffed out chest and flexed bicep constantly. Pretty gnarly if you ask me. Ick.<BR/><BR/>I can definitely understand the train wreck fascination as I couldn't stop staring at him in disbelief, while at the same time wanting to club him with a flat iron. <BR/><BR/>Did I mention I knew this guy in high school? I mean, he was younger than me so I didn’t really know him per se, but I knew of him. He was a pretty sweet kid, certainly not a killing machine. I’m not sure how the army does it, but they break em’ down and change something in their psychology, from what I’ve seen at least.SallySunshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17417077309361828475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29619669.post-50174758178462441812007-07-25T18:17:00.000-07:002007-07-25T18:17:00.000-07:00I have always had a sort of strange "look at the t...I have always had a sort of strange "look at the train wreck" facination with the odd sexual elements of male hetero bonding. I've always found a good follow up question to be can he give us the story of his mother walking in on him wacking off (it's amazing how many will actually tell you the story if you ask). <BR/><BR/>I guess my problem would be what to say, probably not "Good luck" or "have you looked at yourself in the spiritual mirror lately." Probably something like, "Well, if you really want to kill people, I'm glad you are going far away (from me)." Still probably not affirming for either of us I guess.Elizabeth McClunghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03627373214555333537noreply@blogger.com