I used to love Godzilla movies when I was a kid. Something about the unapologetic way that the giant monster comported himself had me admiring the cut of his jib. If he was gonna walk somewhere, he was gonna walk there, obstacles be damned. Power lines, tanks, aircraft--phhht! Outta da way, you!
He didn't necessarily go out of his way to cause destruction. I think that he was misunderstood in that way. The things he destroyed were simply in his way, and he had places to be. But iff'n something did get in his way, he had plenty of primordial rage in his dinosaur DNA that insured that he was going to go to war with whatever it was that was blocking his path.
No self-consciousness about how he was going to be perceived. Fuck that! Even self-harm wasn't a concern, he'd routinely get all fucked up because he just wouldn't back down or go another way. But he'd just keep barreling along, smashing things and getting more pissed in the process.
I wonder, did he wake up mad or did he just go from his morning stretch to "I'm gonna destroy everything in my path" at the first instance of resistance to his day's plans? Did his plans ever include not getting pissed and going on a rampage?
I'd like to think that in a perfect world, even Godzilla could have a good day, taking in the local beauty, going for a swim, maybe getting some ice cream with Rodan and Mothra. It's just that those pesky power lines were in his way, and getting zapped with 300k volts is enough to set anyone off.
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