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Nov 30 2010

Prime Time

Welcome back to the usual shoddy, sloppy, sleep deprived workmanship you’ve come to expect normal for a while, though you still have those annoying ek’smas specials to deal with, most of which I will ignore if possible.

Skating.

I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.

Later-

Dave is repeating 11/5.  Jon has Judah Friedlander, Stephen Dan Savage.  Alton has a 2 part Loin special.  Conan has George Lopez, Chris Colfer, and Kid Cudi.

BoondocksHome Alone.

“Corona veniat electis.” Victory shall come to the worthy. Today, democracy, liberty, and equality are words to fool the people. No nation can progress with such ideas. They stand in the way of action. Therefore, we frankly abolish them. In the future, each man will serve the interest of the State with absolute obedience. Let him who refuses beware! The rights of citizenship will be taken away from all Jews and other non-Aryans. They are inferior and therefore enemies of the state. It is the duty of all true Aryans to hate and despise them. Henceforth this nation is annexed to the Tomanian Empire, and the people of this nation will obey the laws bestowed upon us by our great leader, the Dictator of Tomania, the conqueror of Osterlich, the future Emperor of the World!

You speak.

I can’t.

You must. It’s our only hope.

Something about Casablamca always makes me want to sing-

Let’s go, children of the Fatherland (Homeland),

The day of glory has arrived!

Against us, tyranny

Has raised the bloodied banner,

Has raised the bloodied banner,

Do you hear, in the countryside,

The howling of those ferocious soldiers?

They are coming right into your arms

To slit the throats of your sons and consorts!

To arms, citizens,

Form your battalions,

Let’s march, let’s march!

That impure blood

May water our furrows!

What does this horde of slaves,

Of traitors and conjured kings want?

For whom are these vile chains,

These long-prepared irons?

These long-prepared irons?

Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage

What fury it must arouse!

It is us they dare plan

To return to the old slavery!

To arms, citizens,

Form your battalions,

Let’s march, let’s march!

That impure blood

May water our furrows!

What! Foreign cohorts

Would make the law in our homes!

What! These mercenary phalanxes

Would strike down our warrior sons!

Would strike down our warrior sons!

Great God! By chained hands

Our brows would yield under the yoke

Vile despots would have themselves

The masters of our destinies!

To arms, citizens,

Form your battalions,

Let’s march, let’s march!

That impure blood

May water our furrows!

Tremble, tyrants and you traitors

The shame of all parties,

Tremble! Your parricidal schemes

Will finally receive their reward!

Will finally receive their reward!

Everyone is a soldier to combat you

If they fall, our young heroes,

The earth will produce anew,

Against you, all are ready to fight!

To arms, citizens,

Form your battalions,

Let’s march, let’s march!

That impure blood

May water our furrows!

Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors,

You bear or hold back your blows!

You spare those sorry victims,

Who arm against us with regret.

Who arm against us with regret.

But not these bloodthirsty despots,

These accomplices of Bouillé,

All these tigers who, mercilessly,

Rip their mother’s breast!

To arms, citizens,

Form your battalions,

Let’s march, let’s march!

That impure blood

May water our furrows!

Sacred love of the Fatherland,

Lead, support our avenging arms

Liberty, cherished Liberty,

Fight with thy defenders!

Fight with thy defenders!

Under our flags, shall victory

Hurry to thy manly accents,

Shall thy expiring enemies,

See thy triumph and our glory!

To arms, citizens,

Form your battalions,

Let’s march, let’s march!

That impure blood

May water our furrows!

(Children’s Verse)

We shall enter in the career

When our elders are no longer there,

There we shall find their dust

And the trace of their virtues

And the trace of their virtues

Much less jealous to survive them

Than to share their coffins,

We shall have the sublime pride

Of avenging or following them

To arms, citizens,

Form your battalions,

Let’s march, let’s march!

That impure blood

May water our furrows!

La Marseillaise

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another.

Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another.

In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little.

More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.

The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

Soldiers! Don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.

Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security.

By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.

Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.

Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Hannah, can you hear me? Wherever you are, look up Hannah! The clouds are lifting! The sun is breaking through!

We are coming out of the darkness into the light! We are coming into a new world; a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed, and brutality. Look up, Hannah! The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow! Into the light of hope, into the future! The glorious future, that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up, Hannah. Look up!

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  1. ek hornbeck
  2. TMC

    I’ll be watching anything much longer. It was a long night and I didn’t get home until shortly after 4 PM. Never mind “napping”, after I finish Pundits, it’s hopefully “coma”

  3. Eddie C

    Tonight’s view;


  4. Translator, aka Dr. David W. Smith

    you can keep up with all of the TeeVee stuff.  Better for you to do it than me!  I would go more insane that I already am if I had to do what you do.

    On the other hand, I do watch out for things like the Fox “News” Channel now and then.

    Please accept my heartfelt thanks for trying to keep up with Popular Culture much more than I do.

    Warmest regards,

    Doc

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