So I had Jesus Camp on my Netflix queue. A movie showed up yesterday. (Actually, two did, because Perfume: The Story of a Murderer came at the same time.) The sleeve said Jesus Camp, and the disc said Jesus Camp, but when I put it in the player to watch it, I discover, to my shock and horror, that it is a snuff film! Well, long slow, brutal and graphic depic­tions of mass child abuse and the utter anni­hi­lation of children’s minds are as damn close to a snuff film as I’m going to get from Netflix. Hopefully. It might not quite be murder, but it is [ . . . ]

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I’m quite busy. I have three large papers due in the next 7 days. So posts this week are likely to be on the rather fluffy side. Like this: I used to watch this show when I was very young. The theme has been stuck in my head ever since. It would pop up, usually in the shower, from time to time, and I couldn’t place it. Then I stumbled on this. It was truly a delightful moment. I could feel my brain click.