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Demolition Man
Edgar Friendly:
You got that right. See, according to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy.
Cause I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and
freedom of choice. I'm the kind if guy who wants to sit in a greasy
spoon and think, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack
of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I want high
cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, butter and buckets of cheese, okay? I
want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in a non-smoking
section. I wanna run through the streets naked with green Jello all over
my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel
the need to. Okay, pal? I've seen the future, you know what it is? It's a
47-year-old virgin sittin' around in his beige pajamas, drinking a
banana-broccoli shake singing "I'm an Oscar-Meyer Wiener". You wanna
live on top, you gotta live Cocteau's way. What he wants, when he wants,
how he wants. Your other choice: come down here, maybe starve to death
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@the_bane_of_all_anti_furry
Got some bad news for ya buddy about Chernobyl
An evening with Michael Crichton
https://www.independent.org/events/transcript.asp?id=111#2
(Snip)
"These are the low estimates of immediate Chernobyl deaths as a consequence of the actual incident, and you see here the UPI in 1986, at the time of the disaster, predicted that there would be 2,000 immediate deaths. The New York Post thought there would be 16,000. The Canadian Broadcasting Company in ’91 thought there would be that many, and you see the BBC and The New York Times in 2002 predicting at the low end 15,000 deaths. Their estimates were 15,000 to 30,000 deaths.
Now, there was a UN commission in 2000 that suggested that the catastrophe was nowhere near that proportion, and as you can see, the next UN commission in 2005 doesn’t really show up on the graph, because the total numbers are 56.
Now, to report that 15,000 to 30,000 people are dead when the actual number is 56 represents a very large error."
(Snip)
"But of course, you’re probably thinking, we’re talking about radiation. What about long-term consequences? Unfortunately for the media, their reports are even less accurate here. Here you see CNN in 1996 was predicting future Chernobyl-related illness and death in a large swath that would go from Sweden to the Baltic to the Black Sea. It estimated three and a half million. The BBC, much more conservatively, estimated 50,000. Agence Press thought half a million. The Ukrainian Victim’s Group in 2002 estimated 150,000. The UN commission in 2005 decided that there would be about 4,000. That’s the number of Americans who die of adverse drug reactions in this country every six weeks. Again, a huge error."
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Jade Runner
I have no answer. If it is any consolation Paul asked a similar question 2000 years ago
"15 I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17 As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18 For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature.[a] For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19 For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20 Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it."
Paul's Letter to The Romans 7:15
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Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel.
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach 'ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will, after half a pint of shanty was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away, half a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
And Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: 'I drink, therefore I am.'
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed.
I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.
I blame Dieter my invisible friend.
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Barbara Frietchie
John Greenleaf Whittier
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Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;
In her attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.
Up the street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
Under his slouched hat left and right
He glanced: the old flag met his sight.
“Halt!”— the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
“Fire!”— out blazed the rifle-blast.
It shivered the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.
Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;
She leaned far out on the window-sill,
And shook it forth with a royal will.
“Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country’s flag,” she said.
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