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I have posted three pieces to my other blog because of my Art Direction class. This morning though, I watched the video "Godzilla, Tokyo S.O.S." Where Godzilla invades Japan (again) to reclaim the bones of the Original Godzilla that were used to make Kiryuu G, in English, Mecha Godzilla.

This one is like the third or fourth Mecha Godzilla that's been made. the first one I remember was in the early 70's late 60's and it was an alien construct that kicked serious ass. Anguiras ass, to be precise.

Anyway.

The spokestwins for Mothra showed up at an old guy's place, who had been to Infant Island a long time ago. They asked him to persuade the Government to return the bones to the sea and let the spirit of Godzilla rest.

Mosura, or Mothra as she's known in the West is my favorite raver Kaiju, One of her attacks is Glitter. How cool is that? She gets her thorax handed to her in a one on one against the Big G, but really, who can beat Godzilla? No one, that's who. Not any of the Ghidorah incarnations, not Destroya, nobody. Why? because who's name's on the title? Godzilla, bitch.

If you recognized any of the names in the preceding paragraphs, you're hopeless too.

Oddly enough, the theme in this one like most of the themes of these movies, is that Mankind needs to face the damage we've done to the earth.

Ironic, given the selective memory of the Japanese regarding a little territorial dispute called World War Two.

I have great respect for the culture and history of that Island Nation. I want to see the Snow Macaques wintering in the hot springs in Hokkaido. I love the traditional architecture. I drowned in Zen after I studied Jiu Jitsu, the first martial art I ever studied. I own several copies of Go Rin No Sho, so don't misunderstand.

Every culture has bloodied hands. Only by recognizing the horrors of our pasts can we prevent them from recurring.

Or, as the motto of the Simon Wiesenthal Center is, "Never Again."