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.

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Daniel Dessinger

Daniel is an avid people watcher and writer who shares regularly on his self-awareness site, Supposed.ly. Founder of CultureFeast.com in 2005. Co-Founder of Mommypotamus.com in 2009. He's on a mission to challenge the questions we ask and the assumptions we make.