First of all, another house picture. This one of the window seat in the master bedroom. Why is there a big black thing like an ottoman sitting in our new window seat? I don't know. To quote an old Latin phrase, Ita erat quando hic adveni.* But other than the big black thing, which did not hide damage or anything, it's a nifty window seat that looks out on the back yard.
But that's not what this post is about. This post is about the movie Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. Bob wants to see it. It seems like a really funny movie. But the trailer makes me squirm. The trailer suggests that the movie will make me feel constantly embarrassed. Not for Borat, who goes to a rodeo and announces to the crowd that he totally supports 'your war of terror.' Sacha Baron Cohen knows what he's doing. And the applause that greets his statement is both funny, and something that totally confirms my understanding of people.
And yet, aren't they giving him the benefit of the doubt? As far as the audience of the rodeo knows, he's a foreigner who speaks English badly and doesn't understand that some of us don't think it's a war of terror, but a war on terror. (Others of us actually rather agree with Borat that somewhere in the process of this conflict, we slipped a preposition.) And aren't we laughing at them for that? For their goodwill? I know, I know, we're laughing at their stupidity and the way that the language deftly lays visible the contradiction of the situation. I mean, it's brilliant. I really hope Bob sees it. But...I don't know if I really want to be the one who goes with him.
So I plan to send Adam with him.
*'It was like that when I found it.' For other useful Latin phrases like, 'I'm not interested in your dopey religious cult,' check out Handy Latin Phrases.