desensitized

It has been stated that as a society we have become desensitized to violence, however I feel that it is not the act of violence which we have become accustomed to, but rather its cinematic portrayal. Violence persists throughout music, movies, video games and as such the very act itself has transformed into mere spectacle which we entertain just as much as it entertains us. Manufactured malevolence has been replicated and reproduced so much that its true implication has lost all precedence reducing it instead to something so simple that it becomes generic. For example, Hollywood generally uses the age of violence on one as a reason to inflict more to another through vengeance and retaliation, violence begets more violence. The problem is that when the real world (actual violence, death, destruction, war, genocide) is changed into simple images (portrayals in movies, plots in video games), simple images become real and bring effective motivation of a hypnotic behavior.This hypnotic behavior should be seen as the desensitization, yet as I stated previously we are not desensitized to the violence itself but to the act it protrays. Our desenitization is not real, we are accustomed to the cinematics of how life is taken away. Rather than grow weary of malice, we cheer for the hero because he is fighting for something arbitrary like vengeance or justice. We have become cheerleaders of our own moral destruction, cheering for the death of those who have cause us pain. But again, none of this is real. The action displayed on the screen is just that, an act. We cheer not for the real but for the simulacrumary spectacle, as it is a reality veiled by its own creation.The spectacle has taken hold of our idea of what is tangible. We cheer for death on a screen, yet know not truely what it is. Take the parade of jubilation felt within the USA immediately after the President announced Bin Laden had been "killed." I will not argue that the world is not a safer place without a person of such capabilities yet the fact remains that we cheered death, not under our breath or in solitude but by literally dancing in the fucking streets. I cannot help but think that this excitement stems from the exaherbation of our desensitization to the cinematic protrayal violence.The very notion of real violence, whether it be murder, assasination, killing, or execution as somehow creating the possibility of a future society worth living in is bankrupt. The spectacle of violence has confused us into thinking that from violence can come something acceptable but whether real or fake any act of punishing death with more death can only reinforce the same cycle of bigotry and violence.