How long have I waited for this day — he is finally gone. I counted the days as the days go by. For each and every utterance of his word, my hatred has been consuming the everything good in what believed in. I prayed for each sound of siren that announces someone’s peril, praying for that being him. With every human will that could ever be possible, I prayed for his going. Now the time has come. I sing a song of a triumph — that justice has won.
Never a day passed without this curse on the crooked, ill-bred, nasty disfigured wretched being. The distorted human nature that has been presented with the base desire to bully, assimilate to beastly life, all in mass action. I proclaim to the world — I have this sense of being, and I detest everything that he represents.
Glorious the day of his departure. The heaven helped us get through. The history opened a new page. Never more and never again with drama, never a crisis. Never again the sight of him. It is all over, he is gone. The sort of characters only with time, money, and empty heads can produce — “you see how it’s been done?” He is gone and gone forever.
The hot air and glittering sunshine of the early summer, animals come out and hurriedly running across the field. Everything is in green now, in ever increasing in intensity. The victory in the air, within our grasp, ever so surely there waiting for us. Everything come out all at once, waited for so long, coming out to proclaim their rights, the innate rights of their own, to feel, to express, that the time has come. He is gone.
They praise animated Japanese films. But I have an opinion against them.
The ‘characters’ of them, the deformed figures of human and animals are basically came from early 20 century European styles. Those figures drawn on the walls of cathedrals etc at the end of the century gave them the inspiration for all those imaginary creatures.
The caricature figures of the animated films are somewhat ‘original’ or ‘artisitc’, in other words, fictional. The fictional styles affected the fashions, so as to change their hairstyles and clothing. What of, say, the corsette means to the western society? The gross transfiguration of the natural being may or may not afffect the mentality of mostly students of those readers of the cartoons.
What repelled me was those stories of those animated films, which are mostly pop-culture, drawn without much of either traditional or modern intellectual input. Greek mythology perhaps is comparable in the level of maturity as modern writings.
Most of them only consists of very primitive emotional expressions; happy, sad, and angry. In many cases, those reactions come from a set of standard mostly traditional and full of ‘prejudices’ that forms the society as it has been.
The set out rules of the magical world, follows fixed patterns of the eternal ‘growth’ and the rewards given by up somewhere, typically symbolizes the economic expansion and its guaranteed expansion and the centralized government that judges for individuals.
Every rule has exceptions, of course. In most of the cases, however, you would expect those cartoons to be — soaked in unbearable populism that only aims to appeal the most vulnarable if not entrenched in the tightly hierarchical society.