• The Last King of Scotland

    After watching The Last King of Scotland, I felt a profound sadness. A sadness that comes only after seeing the dark and gritty underbelly of the world which we rarely, if ever, truly see.

    Now I go to bed and I ask myself, “Was it worth the thoughts of cruelty and the pictures of torment to receive a few minutes reprieve from the world I live in?

    No. It was not. I could live my entire life without those images and be a happier man.

    But I DID see them. And now I live with the reminder that there is an ugliness and a darkness so profound in the world that men and women would despise each other. That they would treat each other as dogs.

    This is not the world I want to live in. This is not the world we were created to enjoy.