Scary Movie Night

Since it was Halloween last night, I decided to watch a scary movie. I was home alone with sleeping children. So I popped in a movie about ghosts. Actually it was a Frontline documentary (those are always scary, if you haven't watched any) on ghosts. "Ghosts of Rwanda" to be exact.

After watching "Hotel Rwanda," this popped up on my Netflix "suggested films." So it's been in my queue for sometime, while we got caught up on "Lost:Season 2." First things first.

Not to make this all about me, but I'm so embarrassed. Where was I in April & May of 1994? I didn't have cable, not even a real TV - that didn't come until Terry and I got married in December of 1994, I was living in Hattiesburg, MS, and obviously had my international head in the sand. I sat there watching these horrific images, wracking my brain about what I remembered. I didn't remember anything much except the name Rwanda.

Then I thought about Darfur, Sierre Leone, and Angola. Was or is the same thing happening now, and I'm unaware of it? I drove around Searcy this morning (I like to drive to clear my head sometimes, so if you see me cruising by your homes, I'm not stalking, I'm thinking) and looked at our comfortable homes. My brain cannot even comprehend this type of massacre. 800,000 murdered in 100 days, mostly with machetes and axes. The descriptions of feeling pure evil, Satan, when meeting with extremist leaders made my hair stand on end, literally.

Happy Halloween. Some things are scarier than witches and vampires.

But not werewolves. Those REALLY scare the britches off me.