This is a John Sayles film so it is going to have a political edge. The point isn’t that eight ballplayers took a dive, but the social, political and economic context in which someone might choose to do this. Without that it’s just a bullshit morality play about Right and Wrong.
And look at the boys of Summer today. What part still revolves around a love for the game and what part revolves instead around contract time?
This was a time when the “bosses” called the shots. Capitalism as envisioned by the Randroids. Only even Rand advocated paying someone what they were actually worth…instead of as little as you could get away with.
Here though even the fucking crooks are ripping them off. When they were not trying to rip off each other.
By the 1930s though “labor’s untold story” was being written. Unfortunately, now we seem to be on our way back to Comiskey.
Comiskey’s nickname: Commie!!
Eight Men Out
Eddie: What’s this, Harry?
Harry: Mr. Comiskey sent these down for you. A congratulations for a successful pennant race.
Eddie: That’s awfully white of him. He didn’t happen to mention when we can expect that bonus he promised us in return for taking the flag, did he?
Harry: This is your bonus.
Swede: Cheap bastard.
Kid: Look, fellas, if it was up to me…
Eddie: Kid, we got no beef with you.
[opens one of the champagne bottles - nothing happens]
Eddie: It’s flat.
Unless, of course, that was the point?
Chick: You go back to Boston and turn seventy grand at the drop of a hat? I find that hard to believe.
Sport Sullivan: You say you can find seven men on the best club that ever took the field willin’ to throw the World Series? I find that hard to believe.
Chick: You never played for Charlie Comiskey.
Enough said.
Eddie: It’s about my bonus, Mr. Comiskey. You promised me a $10,000 bonus if I won 30 games this year and I think I deserve it.
Comiskey: Harry, how many games did Mr. Cicotte win for us this year?
Harry: 29, Mr. Comiskey.
Eddie: You told Kid to sit me down the last two weeks of the season to get ready for the series. That cost me five more starts; I know I would have won at least two more games.
Comiskey: We had to get your arm ready for the series.
Eddie: I deserve that bonus.
Comiskey: 29 is not 30, Eddie. You will get only the money you deserve.
Capitalist logic, let's call it.
Jimmy: But what’s left for the players?
Sport Sullivan: You know what you feed a dray horse in the morning if you want a day’s work out of him?
Jimmy: What?
Sport Sullivan: Just enough so he knows he’s hungry.
Capitalist logic let's call it.
Bucky [to his wife]: The dugout is like…nobody will look each other in the eye. You go out on the field, and you don’t know who’s tryin’. You don’t know who’s not.
Wow, not unlike here.
Rothstein: You were champ, Abe, you went down for the bucks.
Abe Atell: This is different.
Rothstein: Look, champ. I know guys like that. I grew up with them. I was the fat kid they wouldn’t let play. "Sit down, fat boy’. That’s what they’d say “Sit down, maybe you’ll learn something.” Well, I learned something alright. Pretty soon, I owned the game, and those guys I grew up with come to me with their hats in their hands. Tell me, champ, all those years of puggin’, how much money did you make?
Abe Atell: The honest fights or the ones I tanked?
Rothstein: Altogether, I must’ve made ten times that amount betting on you and I never took a punch.
Abe Atell: Yeah, but I was champ. Featherweight champeen of the world!
Rothstein: Yesterday. That was yesterday.
Abe Atell: No A.R. you’re wrong. I was champ, and can’t nothin take that away.
Two entirely different vantage points.
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Nobody rules, If nobody obeys. -Anon
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Science
“It is absurd for the Evolutionist to complain that it is unthinkable for an admittedly unthinkable God to make everything out of nothing, and then pretend that it is more thinkable that nothing should turn itself into everything.” G.K. Chesterton
Too close to call. And then some.
“Our civil rights have no dependence on our religious opinions any more than our opinions in physics or geometry...” Thomas Jefferson
Tell that to the slaves.
“I would rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned.” Richard Feynman
Let's think of some.
'Tell me, tutor,' I said. 'Is revenge a science, or an art?” Mark Lawrence
"Yes," said the tutor.
“Imagine the people who believe such things and who are not ashamed to ignore, totally, all the patient findings of thinking minds through all the centuries since the Bible was written. And it is these ignorant people, the most uneducated, the most unimaginative, the most unthinking among us, who would make themselves the guides and leaders of us all; who would force their feeble and childish beliefs on us; who would invade our schools and libraries and homes. I personally resent it bitterly.” Isaac Asimov
Next up: the invasion here.
“Scientists do not join hands every Sunday and sing "Yes gravity is real! I know gravity is real! I will have faith! I believe in my heart that what goes up, up, up must come down, down, down. Amen!" If they did, we would think they were pretty insecure about the concept.” Dan Barker
Hint, hint.
“It is absurd for the Evolutionist to complain that it is unthinkable for an admittedly unthinkable God to make everything out of nothing, and then pretend that it is more thinkable that nothing should turn itself into everything.” G.K. Chesterton
Too close to call. And then some.
“Our civil rights have no dependence on our religious opinions any more than our opinions in physics or geometry...” Thomas Jefferson
Tell that to the slaves.
“I would rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned.” Richard Feynman
Let's think of some.
'Tell me, tutor,' I said. 'Is revenge a science, or an art?” Mark Lawrence
"Yes," said the tutor.
“Imagine the people who believe such things and who are not ashamed to ignore, totally, all the patient findings of thinking minds through all the centuries since the Bible was written. And it is these ignorant people, the most uneducated, the most unimaginative, the most unthinking among us, who would make themselves the guides and leaders of us all; who would force their feeble and childish beliefs on us; who would invade our schools and libraries and homes. I personally resent it bitterly.” Isaac Asimov
Next up: the invasion here.
“Scientists do not join hands every Sunday and sing "Yes gravity is real! I know gravity is real! I will have faith! I believe in my heart that what goes up, up, up must come down, down, down. Amen!" If they did, we would think they were pretty insecure about the concept.” Dan Barker
Hint, hint.
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Eight Men Out
Ring Lardner [serenading White Sox after game 5, to the tune of “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles”]: “I’m forever blowing ballgames, pretty ballgames in the air. I come from Chi, I hardly try, just go to bat and fade and die. Fortune’s coming my way, that’s why I hardly care. I’m forever blowing ballgames, and the gamblers treat us fair.”
It all starts to unravel.
Hired Killer: You’re gonna lose tomorrow.
Lefty: Oh, is that so?
Hired Killer: I know it for a fact. That your wife?
Lefty: Yeah, what’s it to you?
Hired Killer: You don’t lose tomorrow, she dies.
Lefty: Who sent you?
Hired Killer: You made a promise to certain people.
Lefty: You son of a bitch!
Hired Killer: You can’t protect her. If I don’t do it, somebody else will. First inning, Mister Williams.
Might makes right?
Ring Lardner: He’s throwing nothing but fast balls.
Hugh: Slow ones.
I spotted that too.
Austrian: Some kind of investigation is gonna be launched. Our job is to control that investigation. In fact, to appear to be leading the investigation.
Comiskey: If I lose those players…
Austrian: You might not have to.
Comiskey: They are guilty.
Austrian: Well, that, from a business perspective, is irrelevant. What’s important is that your business, baseball, is going to take a shellacking at the ticket window unless you and your fellow-owners make the public think that you are absolutely clean in this matter.
Next up: baseball before and since: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Major_Lea ... l_scandals
Young boy: Say it ain’t so, Joe, say it ain’t so.
Run that by Comiskey?
Eddie: I always figured it was talent made a man big, you know, if I was the best at something. I mean, we’re the guys they come to see. Without us, there ain’t a ballgame. Yeah, but look at who’s holding the money and look at who’s facing a jail cell. Talent don’t mean nothing. And where’s Comiskey and Sullivan, Attell, Rothstein? Out in the back room cutting up profits, that’s where. That’s the damn conspiracy.
It still is.
Buck [to neighborhood kids]: I still get a bang out of playing ball. You get out there, and the stands are full and everybody’s cheerin’. It’s like everybody in the world come to see you. And inside of that there’s the players, they’re yakkin’ it up. The pitcher throws and you look for that pill… suddenly there’s nothing else in the ballpark but you and it. Sometimes, when you feel right, there’s a groove there, and the bat just eases into it and meets that ball. When the bat meets that ball and you feel that ball just give, you know it’s going to go a long way. Damn, if you don’t feel like you’re going to live forever.
Next up: Moneyball.
Jury Foreman: We find the players not guilty on all charges.
Ring [to Hugh]: That was a bigger fix than the series.
Unless, of course, fair is fair.
Ring Lardner [serenading White Sox after game 5, to the tune of “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles”]: “I’m forever blowing ballgames, pretty ballgames in the air. I come from Chi, I hardly try, just go to bat and fade and die. Fortune’s coming my way, that’s why I hardly care. I’m forever blowing ballgames, and the gamblers treat us fair.”
It all starts to unravel.
Hired Killer: You’re gonna lose tomorrow.
Lefty: Oh, is that so?
Hired Killer: I know it for a fact. That your wife?
Lefty: Yeah, what’s it to you?
Hired Killer: You don’t lose tomorrow, she dies.
Lefty: Who sent you?
Hired Killer: You made a promise to certain people.
Lefty: You son of a bitch!
Hired Killer: You can’t protect her. If I don’t do it, somebody else will. First inning, Mister Williams.
Might makes right?
Ring Lardner: He’s throwing nothing but fast balls.
Hugh: Slow ones.
I spotted that too.
Austrian: Some kind of investigation is gonna be launched. Our job is to control that investigation. In fact, to appear to be leading the investigation.
Comiskey: If I lose those players…
Austrian: You might not have to.
Comiskey: They are guilty.
Austrian: Well, that, from a business perspective, is irrelevant. What’s important is that your business, baseball, is going to take a shellacking at the ticket window unless you and your fellow-owners make the public think that you are absolutely clean in this matter.
Next up: baseball before and since: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Major_Lea ... l_scandals
Young boy: Say it ain’t so, Joe, say it ain’t so.
Run that by Comiskey?
Eddie: I always figured it was talent made a man big, you know, if I was the best at something. I mean, we’re the guys they come to see. Without us, there ain’t a ballgame. Yeah, but look at who’s holding the money and look at who’s facing a jail cell. Talent don’t mean nothing. And where’s Comiskey and Sullivan, Attell, Rothstein? Out in the back room cutting up profits, that’s where. That’s the damn conspiracy.
It still is.
Buck [to neighborhood kids]: I still get a bang out of playing ball. You get out there, and the stands are full and everybody’s cheerin’. It’s like everybody in the world come to see you. And inside of that there’s the players, they’re yakkin’ it up. The pitcher throws and you look for that pill… suddenly there’s nothing else in the ballpark but you and it. Sometimes, when you feel right, there’s a groove there, and the bat just eases into it and meets that ball. When the bat meets that ball and you feel that ball just give, you know it’s going to go a long way. Damn, if you don’t feel like you’re going to live forever.
Next up: Moneyball.
Jury Foreman: We find the players not guilty on all charges.
Ring [to Hugh]: That was a bigger fix than the series.
Unless, of course, fair is fair.
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Roberto Bolaño
One has a moral obligation to take responsibility for one’s actions, and that includes one’s words and silences, yes, one’s silences, because silences rise to heaven too, and God hears them, and only God understands and judges them, so one must be very careful with one’s silences.
Here? Starting now.
And I thought: History is like a horror story.
Though no less essentially meaningless.
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
Not to mention the near misses.
With every day that passes I am more convinced that the act of writing is a conscious act of humility.
Next up: the act of reading.
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
Or, here, foed?
I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.
Not many that isn't applicable to.
One has a moral obligation to take responsibility for one’s actions, and that includes one’s words and silences, yes, one’s silences, because silences rise to heaven too, and God hears them, and only God understands and judges them, so one must be very careful with one’s silences.
Here? Starting now.
And I thought: History is like a horror story.
Though no less essentially meaningless.
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
Not to mention the near misses.
With every day that passes I am more convinced that the act of writing is a conscious act of humility.
Next up: the act of reading.
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
Or, here, foed?
I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.
Not many that isn't applicable to.
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This is one of the most poweful, gut-wrenching movies I have ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of them. It’s just a great fucking film.
It makes you think about “doing the right thing”. But out in the real world. It’s why the expression “situational ethics” was invented. This little girl’s life is now fucked forever because Patrick felt obligated to do the right thing. But it’s not like his point of view is without merit. Philosophically, for example?
Can you imagine the objectivists of the world tackling this convoluted mess by way of proposing a universal knowledge or morality?
And there must be thousands upon thousands of kids struggling to survive in dysfunctional families like this.
Here though you don’t expect the “good guy” to bring the child back to the piece of shit that is “raising” her. And he has seen her up close. So there is no doubt regarding just how pathetic her mothering “skills” are. Angie, on the other hand, is a bit more perceptive here. And, in shooting Corwin, Patrick shows his own willingness to do the wrong thing for the right reasons. True: In the best of all possible worlds world we want the law [the rule of law] to prevail. But in the world as it is there will always be crucial judgment calls.
Of course, the cops can fuck with innocent folks too. And the irony here is the relationship [in Patrick’s mind] between Corwin and Amanda. But she pays the price, not him.
Gone Baby Gone
Patrick [voiceover]: I always believed it was the things you don’t choose that makes you who you are. Your city, your neighborhood, your family. People here take pride in these things, like it was something they’d accomplished. The bodies around their souls, the cities wrapped around those. I lived on this block my whole life; most of these people have. When your job is to find people who are missing, it helps to know where they started. I find the people who started in the cracks and then fell through. This city can be hard. When I was young, I asked my priest how you could get to Heaven and still protect yourself from all the evil in the world. He told me what God said to His children. “You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves.”
Next up: aiding and abetting the wolves?
Angie: We have a good life, right?
Patrick: Is that a trick question?
Angie: I don’t wanna find their little kid in a dumpster.
Patrick: Maybe she’s not in a dumpster, babe.
Angie: I don’t wanna find a little kid after they’ve been abused for three days.
Patrick: Hon, nobody does.
God seems to take it all in stride though.
Lionel [about Helene]: She’s at the Fillmore all the time.
Patrick: She’s at the Fillmore lounge?
Lionel: Yeah, she drinks every day. She’s got the gene, you know? The disease. Our parents had it too.
Patrick: She use drugs?
Lionel: I think she does a little coke.
Patrick: How much is a little?
Lionel: I don’t know. Few times a week, maybe. I mean how much is a lot?
Patrick: Few times a week’s a lot.
Lionel: Then she does a lot.
Mother of the year!
Patrick [seeing Amanda’s bare room] Kidnapped the furniture, too?
Well, it's always possible.
Jack: A four-year-old child is on the street. It’s 76 hours and counting. And the prospects for where she might be are beginning to look grim, you understand? Half of all the children in these cases are killed, flat out. If we don’t catch the abductor by day one, only about 10% are ever solved. This is day three.
An aside:
On the one hand, the cops tell us that you have to wait twenty-four hours before reporting someone missing. Then they tell us if they "don’t catch the abductor by day one, only about 10% are ever solved.". Discuss?
Steve: [at a bar] Yeah, listen, I been fucking everywhere putting up posters, man, you know? Every project hallway, all over City Point, everywhere, you know? I mean, it’s a real tragedy. She used to come in here, sit up at the bar and shit. You know, she was like our mascot.
Angie: Helene brought Amanda in here?
Steve: Well, mostly in the afternoons. I mean, it’s not place for a child at night.
Angie: Oh, really?
Steve [missing the irony]: Yeah. Hot tempers, lot of drugs, trust me.
Patrick: So how often Helene come down here?
Steve: Five nights a week. Come on, guys, please. She’s a fucking coke ho, okay? She’s in here fucking doing lines just about every night. Trust me, all right? It’s not a real shocker, so…
Patrick: She’s that bad, huh?
Steve: Huh? Oh, she’s fucking terrible. Listen, remember that night when the kid got kidnapped? You saw her on the news, right? She’s saying, “Oh, I was at my neighbor’s house for a half hour.” Bullshit. She was in here for, like, two hours bumping rails. Oh, yeah.
Yo, Patrick, in one ear and out the other?
It makes you think about “doing the right thing”. But out in the real world. It’s why the expression “situational ethics” was invented. This little girl’s life is now fucked forever because Patrick felt obligated to do the right thing. But it’s not like his point of view is without merit. Philosophically, for example?
Can you imagine the objectivists of the world tackling this convoluted mess by way of proposing a universal knowledge or morality?
And there must be thousands upon thousands of kids struggling to survive in dysfunctional families like this.
Here though you don’t expect the “good guy” to bring the child back to the piece of shit that is “raising” her. And he has seen her up close. So there is no doubt regarding just how pathetic her mothering “skills” are. Angie, on the other hand, is a bit more perceptive here. And, in shooting Corwin, Patrick shows his own willingness to do the wrong thing for the right reasons. True: In the best of all possible worlds world we want the law [the rule of law] to prevail. But in the world as it is there will always be crucial judgment calls.
Of course, the cops can fuck with innocent folks too. And the irony here is the relationship [in Patrick’s mind] between Corwin and Amanda. But she pays the price, not him.
Gone Baby Gone
Patrick [voiceover]: I always believed it was the things you don’t choose that makes you who you are. Your city, your neighborhood, your family. People here take pride in these things, like it was something they’d accomplished. The bodies around their souls, the cities wrapped around those. I lived on this block my whole life; most of these people have. When your job is to find people who are missing, it helps to know where they started. I find the people who started in the cracks and then fell through. This city can be hard. When I was young, I asked my priest how you could get to Heaven and still protect yourself from all the evil in the world. He told me what God said to His children. “You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves.”
Next up: aiding and abetting the wolves?
Angie: We have a good life, right?
Patrick: Is that a trick question?
Angie: I don’t wanna find their little kid in a dumpster.
Patrick: Maybe she’s not in a dumpster, babe.
Angie: I don’t wanna find a little kid after they’ve been abused for three days.
Patrick: Hon, nobody does.
God seems to take it all in stride though.
Lionel [about Helene]: She’s at the Fillmore all the time.
Patrick: She’s at the Fillmore lounge?
Lionel: Yeah, she drinks every day. She’s got the gene, you know? The disease. Our parents had it too.
Patrick: She use drugs?
Lionel: I think she does a little coke.
Patrick: How much is a little?
Lionel: I don’t know. Few times a week, maybe. I mean how much is a lot?
Patrick: Few times a week’s a lot.
Lionel: Then she does a lot.
Mother of the year!
Patrick [seeing Amanda’s bare room] Kidnapped the furniture, too?
Well, it's always possible.
Jack: A four-year-old child is on the street. It’s 76 hours and counting. And the prospects for where she might be are beginning to look grim, you understand? Half of all the children in these cases are killed, flat out. If we don’t catch the abductor by day one, only about 10% are ever solved. This is day three.
An aside:
On the one hand, the cops tell us that you have to wait twenty-four hours before reporting someone missing. Then they tell us if they "don’t catch the abductor by day one, only about 10% are ever solved.". Discuss?
Steve: [at a bar] Yeah, listen, I been fucking everywhere putting up posters, man, you know? Every project hallway, all over City Point, everywhere, you know? I mean, it’s a real tragedy. She used to come in here, sit up at the bar and shit. You know, she was like our mascot.
Angie: Helene brought Amanda in here?
Steve: Well, mostly in the afternoons. I mean, it’s not place for a child at night.
Angie: Oh, really?
Steve [missing the irony]: Yeah. Hot tempers, lot of drugs, trust me.
Patrick: So how often Helene come down here?
Steve: Five nights a week. Come on, guys, please. She’s a fucking coke ho, okay? She’s in here fucking doing lines just about every night. Trust me, all right? It’s not a real shocker, so…
Patrick: She’s that bad, huh?
Steve: Huh? Oh, she’s fucking terrible. Listen, remember that night when the kid got kidnapped? You saw her on the news, right? She’s saying, “Oh, I was at my neighbor’s house for a half hour.” Bullshit. She was in here for, like, two hours bumping rails. Oh, yeah.
Yo, Patrick, in one ear and out the other?
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Re: Quote of the day
Richard Wright from Native Son
Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed...It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.
Next up: the invisible man.
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
Not me though, right?
They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged. And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
Back to this: https://youtu.be/8X0UmfBwA_U?si=wYqaLM0oYEacJ951
I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em...
And be killed for 'em?
The white folks like for us to be religious, then they can do what they want to with us.
By, for example, quoting God chapter and verse on slavery.
Literature is a struggle over the nature of reality.
Wow, what's that make philosophy then?
Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed...It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.
Next up: the invisible man.
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
Not me though, right?
They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged. And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
Back to this: https://youtu.be/8X0UmfBwA_U?si=wYqaLM0oYEacJ951
I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em...
And be killed for 'em?
The white folks like for us to be religious, then they can do what they want to with us.
By, for example, quoting God chapter and verse on slavery.
Literature is a struggle over the nature of reality.
Wow, what's that make philosophy then?
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Re: Quote of the day
Gone, Baby, Gone
Remy: How well do you know Cheese?
Helene: Who?
Nick: Come on, sweetheart. Cheese. Either you know him or you don’t.
Helene: Oh, sounds familiar.
Remy: No. It don’t “sound familiar”, Helene. He’s a violent sociopathic Haitain criminal named Cheese. Either you know him or you don’t.
Like the Devil or Kaiser Soze.
Beatrice: You took Amanda with you?
Helene: Well, what am I gonna’ do? Leave her in the car, Bea? I don’t got no daycare. It’s really hard bein’ a mother. It’s hard raisin a family, you know? All on my own. But God made you barren, so you wouldn’t fuckin’ know. So I understand, Bea, okay?
Beatrice: You are an abomination.
Yeah, maybe on a good day.
Angie: You didn’t think it was worth it for your daughter’s sake to tell people what happened? Cheese has your kid. God fucking knows what he’s doing to her.
Helene: What am I gonna do? Call Cheese and be like, “You got my daughter? Cause I just ripped you off, and I’m just checking.”
Angie: Yeah!
Helene: Oh, my God! Oh, I’m gonna call the cops, too, and be like, “You know, just so you know, wanna know I run coke and heroin in case that’s irrelevant.”
Of course only Patrick was witness to this:
Helene [crying]: I know I fucked up. I just want my daughter back. I swear to God, I won’t use no drugs no more. I won’t even go out every night, I’ll be fucking straight. Cross my heart.
Wink, wink.
Cheese: You got my money, you leave that shit in the mailbox on your ass way out, you feel me? Some other motherfuckers let fool rob on them. I don’t play scrimmage. But I don’t fuck with no kids. And if that girl only hope is you, well, I pray for her, because she’s gone, baby. Gone.
He's only a pawn in their game.
Patrick: Cheese, if you ever disrespect her again like that, I’m gonna pull your fuckin’ card, okay? So you’re saying you didn’t do it, fine. We’ll take your money, and we’ll be on our way. When it turns out you’re lying, I’m gonna spend every nickel of that money to fuck you up. I’m gonna bribe cops to go after you, I’m gonna pay guys to go after your weak fuckin’ crew, and I’m gonna tell all the guys I know that you’re a C.I. and a rat, and I know a lot of people. And after that, you’re gonna wish you listened to me, ‘cause your shitty pool hall crime syndicate headquarters is gonna get raided, and your doped-up bitches are gonna get sent back to Laos, and this fuckin’ retard right here is gonna be testifying against you for a reduced sentence, while you’re gettin’ cornholed in your cell by a gang of crackers. 'Cause from what I’ve heard, the guys that get sent up Concord for killing kids, life’s a motherfucker.
Cheese [pointing gun at Patrick]: You come 'round here again, and I’m gonna get discourteous on your ass.
Actually, they are both pawns.
Remy: How well do you know Cheese?
Helene: Who?
Nick: Come on, sweetheart. Cheese. Either you know him or you don’t.
Helene: Oh, sounds familiar.
Remy: No. It don’t “sound familiar”, Helene. He’s a violent sociopathic Haitain criminal named Cheese. Either you know him or you don’t.
Like the Devil or Kaiser Soze.
Beatrice: You took Amanda with you?
Helene: Well, what am I gonna’ do? Leave her in the car, Bea? I don’t got no daycare. It’s really hard bein’ a mother. It’s hard raisin a family, you know? All on my own. But God made you barren, so you wouldn’t fuckin’ know. So I understand, Bea, okay?
Beatrice: You are an abomination.
Yeah, maybe on a good day.
Angie: You didn’t think it was worth it for your daughter’s sake to tell people what happened? Cheese has your kid. God fucking knows what he’s doing to her.
Helene: What am I gonna do? Call Cheese and be like, “You got my daughter? Cause I just ripped you off, and I’m just checking.”
Angie: Yeah!
Helene: Oh, my God! Oh, I’m gonna call the cops, too, and be like, “You know, just so you know, wanna know I run coke and heroin in case that’s irrelevant.”
Of course only Patrick was witness to this:
Helene [crying]: I know I fucked up. I just want my daughter back. I swear to God, I won’t use no drugs no more. I won’t even go out every night, I’ll be fucking straight. Cross my heart.
Wink, wink.
Cheese: You got my money, you leave that shit in the mailbox on your ass way out, you feel me? Some other motherfuckers let fool rob on them. I don’t play scrimmage. But I don’t fuck with no kids. And if that girl only hope is you, well, I pray for her, because she’s gone, baby. Gone.
He's only a pawn in their game.
Patrick: Cheese, if you ever disrespect her again like that, I’m gonna pull your fuckin’ card, okay? So you’re saying you didn’t do it, fine. We’ll take your money, and we’ll be on our way. When it turns out you’re lying, I’m gonna spend every nickel of that money to fuck you up. I’m gonna bribe cops to go after you, I’m gonna pay guys to go after your weak fuckin’ crew, and I’m gonna tell all the guys I know that you’re a C.I. and a rat, and I know a lot of people. And after that, you’re gonna wish you listened to me, ‘cause your shitty pool hall crime syndicate headquarters is gonna get raided, and your doped-up bitches are gonna get sent back to Laos, and this fuckin’ retard right here is gonna be testifying against you for a reduced sentence, while you’re gettin’ cornholed in your cell by a gang of crackers. 'Cause from what I’ve heard, the guys that get sent up Concord for killing kids, life’s a motherfucker.
Cheese [pointing gun at Patrick]: You come 'round here again, and I’m gonna get discourteous on your ass.
Actually, they are both pawns.
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Re: Quote of the day
Gautama Buddha
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
Let's run that by these guys:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_r ... traditions
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_p ... ideologies
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_s ... philosophy
If you truly loved yourself, you could never hurt another.
Define truly?
If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.
Detours are us?
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
Of course, they're thinking the same thing about you.
If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly our whole life would change.
You tell me.
No, really, has anyone here seen the miracle of a single flower clearly? Yes? How did your life change?
Whatever a monk keeps pursuing with his thinking and pondering, that becomes the inclination of his awareness.
Duh?
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
Let's run that by these guys:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_r ... traditions
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_p ... ideologies
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_s ... philosophy
If you truly loved yourself, you could never hurt another.
Define truly?
If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.
Detours are us?
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
Of course, they're thinking the same thing about you.
If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly our whole life would change.
You tell me.
No, really, has anyone here seen the miracle of a single flower clearly? Yes? How did your life change?
Whatever a monk keeps pursuing with his thinking and pondering, that becomes the inclination of his awareness.
Duh?
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Gone Baby Gone
Patrick: They say how old that little boy was?
Remy: Seven. Second grade. Should be proud of yourself. Most guys would’ve stayed outside.
Patrick: I don’t know.
Remy: What don’t you know?
Patrick: My priest says shame is God telling you what you did was wrong.
Remy: Fuck Him.
Patrick: Murder’s a sin.
Remy: Depends on who you do it to.
Patrick: That’s not how it works. It is what it is.
It "works", of course, in any way you are able to convince yourself it does.
Remy: I planted evidence on a guy once, back in '95. We were paying $100 an eight-ball to snitches. We got a call from our pal, Ray Likanski. He couldn’t find enough guys to rat out. Anyway, he tells us there’s a guy pumping up in an apartment up in Columbia Point. We go in, me and Nicky. Fifteen years ago, when Nicky went in, it was no joke. So it’s a… it’s a stash house, right? The old lady’s beat to shit, the husband’s mean, cracked out, trying to give us trouble, Nicky lays him down. We’re doing an inventory, but it looks like we messed up because there’s no dope in the house, and I go in the back room. Now, this place was a shithole, mind you? Rats, roaches, all over the place. But the kid’s room, in the back, was spotless. No, I mean, he swept it, mopped it; it was immaculate. The little boy’s sitting on the bed, holding onto his playstation for dear life. There’s no expression on his face, tears streaming down. He wants to tell me he just learned his multiplication tables.
Patrick: Christ.
Remy: I mean, the father’s got him in this crack den, subsisting on twinkies and ass-whippings, and this little boy just wants someone to tell him that he’s doing a good job. You’re worried what’s Catholic? I mean, kids forgive. Kids don’t judge. Kids turn the other cheek. What do they get for it? So I went back out there, I put an ounce of heroin on the living room floor, and I sent the father on a ride, seven to nine.
Patrick: That’s was the right thing?
Remy [yelling]: Fucking A! You gotta take a side. You molest a child, you beat a child, you’re not on my side. If you see me coming, you better run, because I am gonna lay you the fuck down! Easy.
Patrick: Don’t feel easy.
Remy: Is the kid better off without his father? Yeah. But okay, I mean, could be out there right now pumping with a gun in his waistband. It’s a war, man. Are we winning? No.
Great. There it is again: the real world.
Lionel [to Patrick]: Last summer, Helene and Dottie took Amanda to the beach. It was a real hot day. Amanda fell asleep. They left her in the car while they go off into the dunes, smoke a doobie with some guys. Two hours. Amanda literally roasted. She was three. Later on, I was holding her, trying to help her get to sleep. My little Amanda, she was so hot. She felt like something just come out of the oven. Like a fucking pot roast. So don’t feel too sorry for my sister. Because she never gave a shit about anyone but herself.
Yo, Patrick: In one ear and out the other?
Patrick: Does it make you feel better? Telling yourself you did it for the right reasons? That you took her to be saved. From her own mother?
Jack: We’re just trying to give a little girl a life.
Patrick: Wasn’t your life to give. Helene’s her mother. If you thought she was a bad mother, you should’ve gone to Social Services. Short of that, she’s her mother, and that’s where she belongs. Jack: You turn around. You go back to your fucking car, and you wait 30 years. You don’t know what the world is made of yet.
...in one ear and out the other...
Patrick: I’m calling state police in five minutes. They’ll be here in ten.
Jack: Thought you would’ve done that by now. You know why you haven’t? Because you think this might be an irreparable mistake. Because deep inside you, you know it doesn’t matter what the rules say. When the lights go out, and you ask yourself “is she better off here or better off there”, you know the answer. And you always will. You…you could do a right thing here. A good thing. Men live their whole lives without getting this chance. You walk away from it, you may not regret it when you get home. You may not regret it for a year, but when you get to where I am, I promise you, you will. I’ll be dead, you’ll be old. But she…she’ll be dragging around a couple of tattered, damaged children of her own, and you’ll be the one who has to tell them you’re sorry.
Patrick: You know what? Maybe that’ll happen. And if it does, I’ll tell them I’m sorry and I’ll live with it. But what’s never gonna happen and what I’m not gonna do is have to apologize to a grown woman who comes to me and says: “I was kidnapped when I was a little girl, and my aunt hired you to find me. And you did, you found me with some strange family. But you broke your promise and you left me there. Why? Why didn’t you bring me home? Because all the snacks and the outfits and the family trips don’t matter. They stole me. It wasn’t my family and you knew about it and you knew better and you did nothing”. And maybe that grown woman will forgive me, but I’ll never forgive myself.
Jack: I did what I did for the sake of the child. All right. For me, too. But now, I’m asking you for the sake of the child. I’m begging you. You think about it.
...in one ear and out the other...
Angie: She’s happy.
Patrick: What?
Angie: She’s happy here. I saw her.
Patrick: Angie, don’t do this.
Angie: If you call the police, they will send her back.
Patrick: I’m not sending her anywhere. Helene is her mother.
Angie: She’s better off here.
Patrick: Why? Because he’s got money, and he makes her sandwiches?
Angie: Because he loves her.
Patrick: Helene loves her, too.
Angie: Helene doesn’t treat her that way.
Patrick: Well, maybe she’ll change.
Angie: She won’t change. People don’t change. Helene is arsenic.
...in one ear and out the other...
Patrick: Angie, I know that this is hard. Look at me, I know it’s hard. But I need you to stand by me. I need you to say, "We’re gonna make the right decision, “and we’re gonna make everything okay.”
Angie: Everything will be okay. Because we’re gonna leave her here, and every now and then we’re gonna talk about her. And where she is, and about what grade she’s in. And that’ll be okay, because we’re gonna know what school she’s in, and we’re gonna know she’s happy, and she’s got birthday parties, and she smiles every day, and she has sleepovers.
Patrick: Baby, I’m sorry. But you can’t ask me to do something that I can’t do.
Angie: And you can’t ask me to live with it. Patrick, for me. Please? I will hate you for doing this, and I don’t want to.
...in one ear and out the other...
Helene: Sorry for being rude, I gotta be out of here in, like, two minutes. Think he’ll like me?
Patrick: Who?
Helene: My date. He seen me on my American Victim. He wrote me letters, I was like, “Whatever.” But then he seen my Meredith Vieira, he drove down here from Providence. I’m like, “That’s romantic.” Right?
Patrick: How’s Bea?
Helene: Fuck Bea. I banned her from the apartment.
Uh-oh, Patrick.
Patrick: What about Amanda?
Helene: What about Amanda?
Patrick: Who’s gonna watch her?
Helene: Dottie.
Patrick: Yeah, does Dottie know that?
Helene: She will in five minutes.
Patrick [barely audible]: Great.
Helene: Fuck, I’m gonna be late, too. Unless you don’t mind sitting for her.
Patrick: Yeah, sure.
Helene: For real?
Patrick: Yeah, that’s fine.
Patrick: She likes you.
[she leaves barely glancing at Amanda]
Helene: Bye, sweetheart. You’re a godsend, Patrick. Bye.
Then and there Patrick begins to realize what a terrible fucking mistake he has made. How many lives he fucked up – how many folks he got killed – in order to do the Right Thing.
Patrick: They say how old that little boy was?
Remy: Seven. Second grade. Should be proud of yourself. Most guys would’ve stayed outside.
Patrick: I don’t know.
Remy: What don’t you know?
Patrick: My priest says shame is God telling you what you did was wrong.
Remy: Fuck Him.
Patrick: Murder’s a sin.
Remy: Depends on who you do it to.
Patrick: That’s not how it works. It is what it is.
It "works", of course, in any way you are able to convince yourself it does.
Remy: I planted evidence on a guy once, back in '95. We were paying $100 an eight-ball to snitches. We got a call from our pal, Ray Likanski. He couldn’t find enough guys to rat out. Anyway, he tells us there’s a guy pumping up in an apartment up in Columbia Point. We go in, me and Nicky. Fifteen years ago, when Nicky went in, it was no joke. So it’s a… it’s a stash house, right? The old lady’s beat to shit, the husband’s mean, cracked out, trying to give us trouble, Nicky lays him down. We’re doing an inventory, but it looks like we messed up because there’s no dope in the house, and I go in the back room. Now, this place was a shithole, mind you? Rats, roaches, all over the place. But the kid’s room, in the back, was spotless. No, I mean, he swept it, mopped it; it was immaculate. The little boy’s sitting on the bed, holding onto his playstation for dear life. There’s no expression on his face, tears streaming down. He wants to tell me he just learned his multiplication tables.
Patrick: Christ.
Remy: I mean, the father’s got him in this crack den, subsisting on twinkies and ass-whippings, and this little boy just wants someone to tell him that he’s doing a good job. You’re worried what’s Catholic? I mean, kids forgive. Kids don’t judge. Kids turn the other cheek. What do they get for it? So I went back out there, I put an ounce of heroin on the living room floor, and I sent the father on a ride, seven to nine.
Patrick: That’s was the right thing?
Remy [yelling]: Fucking A! You gotta take a side. You molest a child, you beat a child, you’re not on my side. If you see me coming, you better run, because I am gonna lay you the fuck down! Easy.
Patrick: Don’t feel easy.
Remy: Is the kid better off without his father? Yeah. But okay, I mean, could be out there right now pumping with a gun in his waistband. It’s a war, man. Are we winning? No.
Great. There it is again: the real world.
Lionel [to Patrick]: Last summer, Helene and Dottie took Amanda to the beach. It was a real hot day. Amanda fell asleep. They left her in the car while they go off into the dunes, smoke a doobie with some guys. Two hours. Amanda literally roasted. She was three. Later on, I was holding her, trying to help her get to sleep. My little Amanda, she was so hot. She felt like something just come out of the oven. Like a fucking pot roast. So don’t feel too sorry for my sister. Because she never gave a shit about anyone but herself.
Yo, Patrick: In one ear and out the other?
Patrick: Does it make you feel better? Telling yourself you did it for the right reasons? That you took her to be saved. From her own mother?
Jack: We’re just trying to give a little girl a life.
Patrick: Wasn’t your life to give. Helene’s her mother. If you thought she was a bad mother, you should’ve gone to Social Services. Short of that, she’s her mother, and that’s where she belongs. Jack: You turn around. You go back to your fucking car, and you wait 30 years. You don’t know what the world is made of yet.
...in one ear and out the other...
Patrick: I’m calling state police in five minutes. They’ll be here in ten.
Jack: Thought you would’ve done that by now. You know why you haven’t? Because you think this might be an irreparable mistake. Because deep inside you, you know it doesn’t matter what the rules say. When the lights go out, and you ask yourself “is she better off here or better off there”, you know the answer. And you always will. You…you could do a right thing here. A good thing. Men live their whole lives without getting this chance. You walk away from it, you may not regret it when you get home. You may not regret it for a year, but when you get to where I am, I promise you, you will. I’ll be dead, you’ll be old. But she…she’ll be dragging around a couple of tattered, damaged children of her own, and you’ll be the one who has to tell them you’re sorry.
Patrick: You know what? Maybe that’ll happen. And if it does, I’ll tell them I’m sorry and I’ll live with it. But what’s never gonna happen and what I’m not gonna do is have to apologize to a grown woman who comes to me and says: “I was kidnapped when I was a little girl, and my aunt hired you to find me. And you did, you found me with some strange family. But you broke your promise and you left me there. Why? Why didn’t you bring me home? Because all the snacks and the outfits and the family trips don’t matter. They stole me. It wasn’t my family and you knew about it and you knew better and you did nothing”. And maybe that grown woman will forgive me, but I’ll never forgive myself.
Jack: I did what I did for the sake of the child. All right. For me, too. But now, I’m asking you for the sake of the child. I’m begging you. You think about it.
...in one ear and out the other...
Angie: She’s happy.
Patrick: What?
Angie: She’s happy here. I saw her.
Patrick: Angie, don’t do this.
Angie: If you call the police, they will send her back.
Patrick: I’m not sending her anywhere. Helene is her mother.
Angie: She’s better off here.
Patrick: Why? Because he’s got money, and he makes her sandwiches?
Angie: Because he loves her.
Patrick: Helene loves her, too.
Angie: Helene doesn’t treat her that way.
Patrick: Well, maybe she’ll change.
Angie: She won’t change. People don’t change. Helene is arsenic.
...in one ear and out the other...
Patrick: Angie, I know that this is hard. Look at me, I know it’s hard. But I need you to stand by me. I need you to say, "We’re gonna make the right decision, “and we’re gonna make everything okay.”
Angie: Everything will be okay. Because we’re gonna leave her here, and every now and then we’re gonna talk about her. And where she is, and about what grade she’s in. And that’ll be okay, because we’re gonna know what school she’s in, and we’re gonna know she’s happy, and she’s got birthday parties, and she smiles every day, and she has sleepovers.
Patrick: Baby, I’m sorry. But you can’t ask me to do something that I can’t do.
Angie: And you can’t ask me to live with it. Patrick, for me. Please? I will hate you for doing this, and I don’t want to.
...in one ear and out the other...
Helene: Sorry for being rude, I gotta be out of here in, like, two minutes. Think he’ll like me?
Patrick: Who?
Helene: My date. He seen me on my American Victim. He wrote me letters, I was like, “Whatever.” But then he seen my Meredith Vieira, he drove down here from Providence. I’m like, “That’s romantic.” Right?
Patrick: How’s Bea?
Helene: Fuck Bea. I banned her from the apartment.
Uh-oh, Patrick.
Patrick: What about Amanda?
Helene: What about Amanda?
Patrick: Who’s gonna watch her?
Helene: Dottie.
Patrick: Yeah, does Dottie know that?
Helene: She will in five minutes.
Patrick [barely audible]: Great.
Helene: Fuck, I’m gonna be late, too. Unless you don’t mind sitting for her.
Patrick: Yeah, sure.
Helene: For real?
Patrick: Yeah, that’s fine.
Patrick: She likes you.
[she leaves barely glancing at Amanda]
Helene: Bye, sweetheart. You’re a godsend, Patrick. Bye.
Then and there Patrick begins to realize what a terrible fucking mistake he has made. How many lives he fucked up – how many folks he got killed – in order to do the Right Thing.
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Re: Quote of the day
Idiocracy? It’s a farce, sure. Like the world it mocks.
In other words, it can all be taken rather seriously. I mean, tell me this is not the actual direction all this “pop culture” claptrap is going?
[Even scarier some of the posts in here seem to be heading in that direction too]
Tongue in cheek, this is still a prescient look into the mindless commercialism the world is now crumbling down into.
As the song says, “The idiots have won.”
Idiocracy
Narrator: As the 21st century began, human evolution was at a turning point. Natural selection, the process by which the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, reproduced in greater numbers than the rest, a process which had once favored the noblest traits of man, now began to favor different traits. Most science fiction of the day predicted a future that was more civilized and more intelligent. But as time went on, things seemed to be heading in the opposite direction. A dumbing down. How did this happen? Evolution does not necessarily reward intelligence. With no natural predators to thin the herd, it began to simply reward those who reproduced the most, and left the intelligent to become an endangered species.
Then [hilariously] it shows how this unfolded. https://youtu.be/sP2tUW0HDHA?si=DdcH8gCGSCqJOcpo
Narrator: As Joe and Rita lay dormant, the years passed, and mankind became stupider at a frightening rate. Some had high hopes the genetic engineering would correct this trend in evolution, but sadly the greatest minds and resources where focused on conquering hair loss and prolonging erections.
Priorities let's call them.
Narrator: Unaware of what year it was, Joe wandered the streets desperate for help. But the English language had deteriorated into a hybrid of hillbilly, valleygirl, inner-city slang and various grunts. Joe was able to understand them, but when he spoke in an ordinary voice he sounded pompous and faggy to them.
Tell us about it.
Joe [taking a drink]: Excuse me, I think this is Gatorade or something. I’m just looking for some regular water?
Doctor [stumped]: Water? You mean like in the toilet?
You may as well drink piss, Joe.
Billboard Ad: If you don’t smoke Tarryltons…FUCK YOU!
Clever?
Narrator: The #1 movie in America was called “Ass.” And that’s all it was. For 90 minutes. It won eight Oscars that year, including best screenplay.
No shit?
In other words, it can all be taken rather seriously. I mean, tell me this is not the actual direction all this “pop culture” claptrap is going?
[Even scarier some of the posts in here seem to be heading in that direction too]
Tongue in cheek, this is still a prescient look into the mindless commercialism the world is now crumbling down into.
As the song says, “The idiots have won.”
Idiocracy
Narrator: As the 21st century began, human evolution was at a turning point. Natural selection, the process by which the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, reproduced in greater numbers than the rest, a process which had once favored the noblest traits of man, now began to favor different traits. Most science fiction of the day predicted a future that was more civilized and more intelligent. But as time went on, things seemed to be heading in the opposite direction. A dumbing down. How did this happen? Evolution does not necessarily reward intelligence. With no natural predators to thin the herd, it began to simply reward those who reproduced the most, and left the intelligent to become an endangered species.
Then [hilariously] it shows how this unfolded. https://youtu.be/sP2tUW0HDHA?si=DdcH8gCGSCqJOcpo
Narrator: As Joe and Rita lay dormant, the years passed, and mankind became stupider at a frightening rate. Some had high hopes the genetic engineering would correct this trend in evolution, but sadly the greatest minds and resources where focused on conquering hair loss and prolonging erections.
Priorities let's call them.
Narrator: Unaware of what year it was, Joe wandered the streets desperate for help. But the English language had deteriorated into a hybrid of hillbilly, valleygirl, inner-city slang and various grunts. Joe was able to understand them, but when he spoke in an ordinary voice he sounded pompous and faggy to them.
Tell us about it.
Joe [taking a drink]: Excuse me, I think this is Gatorade or something. I’m just looking for some regular water?
Doctor [stumped]: Water? You mean like in the toilet?
You may as well drink piss, Joe.
Billboard Ad: If you don’t smoke Tarryltons…FUCK YOU!
Clever?
Narrator: The #1 movie in America was called “Ass.” And that’s all it was. For 90 minutes. It won eight Oscars that year, including best screenplay.
No shit?
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Re: Quote of the day
Logic
“Logic only tells us what's there; it can't really address what isn't. Even the most devoted empiricist must admit that we have no hope of understanding the universe. Some things are unknowable.”Megan Chance
All the way up to the Second Coming, right?
In reading any important philosopher, but most of all in reading Aristotle, it is necessary to study him in two ways; with reference to his predecessors, and with reference to his successors. In the former aspect, Aristotle's merits are enormous; in the latter, his demerits are equally enormous. For his demerits, however, his successors are more responsible than he is. He came at the end of the creative period of Greek thought, and after his death it was two thousand years before the world produced any philosopher who would be regarded as approximately his equal. Towards the end of this long period his authority had become almost as unquestioned as the Church, and in science, as well as in philosophy, had become a serious obstacle to progress. Ever since the beginning of the seventeenth century, almost every serious intellectual advance had to begin with an attack on some Aristotelian doctrine; in logic, this is still true at the present day. But it would have been at least as disastrous if any of his predecessors (except perhaps Democritus) had acquired equal authority.” Bertrand Russell
That sound you hear is Ayn Rand spinning in her grave,
“The necessary incompleteness of even our formal systems of thought demonstrates that there is no non-shifting foundation on which any system rests. [...] Our knowing minds are not embedded in truth. Rather the entire notion of truth is embedded in our minds.” Rebecca Goldstein
Oh boy, that again.
“Even the logician's tools may break if you lean too hard on them.” Wilfrid Hodges
You might even tumble out of the clouds.
If adding two numbers produced a random result each time, we could never rely on math. Fortunately there are definite answers with no variation. Similarly, there is nothing random about the study of science. If each iteration of an experiment yielded a different result from the same variables, we would not be able to conclude anything with certainty. The scientific method is not compatible with randomness. If the universe were truly random, the study of science itself would not be possible. The laws of nature stand in direct opposition to the notion that all is born of chance.” J.D. Atkinson
And what are the odds of that?
“I can think offhand of two examples. Which one would you like me to give you first?"
"How could I know?" asked Alice. "Since I have no idea what examples you have in mind, how could I possibly tell you which one to give me?"
"Right again," replied Humpty.” Raymond M. Smullyan
Yep: Alice in puzzle-land.
“Logic only tells us what's there; it can't really address what isn't. Even the most devoted empiricist must admit that we have no hope of understanding the universe. Some things are unknowable.”Megan Chance
All the way up to the Second Coming, right?
In reading any important philosopher, but most of all in reading Aristotle, it is necessary to study him in two ways; with reference to his predecessors, and with reference to his successors. In the former aspect, Aristotle's merits are enormous; in the latter, his demerits are equally enormous. For his demerits, however, his successors are more responsible than he is. He came at the end of the creative period of Greek thought, and after his death it was two thousand years before the world produced any philosopher who would be regarded as approximately his equal. Towards the end of this long period his authority had become almost as unquestioned as the Church, and in science, as well as in philosophy, had become a serious obstacle to progress. Ever since the beginning of the seventeenth century, almost every serious intellectual advance had to begin with an attack on some Aristotelian doctrine; in logic, this is still true at the present day. But it would have been at least as disastrous if any of his predecessors (except perhaps Democritus) had acquired equal authority.” Bertrand Russell
That sound you hear is Ayn Rand spinning in her grave,
“The necessary incompleteness of even our formal systems of thought demonstrates that there is no non-shifting foundation on which any system rests. [...] Our knowing minds are not embedded in truth. Rather the entire notion of truth is embedded in our minds.” Rebecca Goldstein
Oh boy, that again.
“Even the logician's tools may break if you lean too hard on them.” Wilfrid Hodges
You might even tumble out of the clouds.
If adding two numbers produced a random result each time, we could never rely on math. Fortunately there are definite answers with no variation. Similarly, there is nothing random about the study of science. If each iteration of an experiment yielded a different result from the same variables, we would not be able to conclude anything with certainty. The scientific method is not compatible with randomness. If the universe were truly random, the study of science itself would not be possible. The laws of nature stand in direct opposition to the notion that all is born of chance.” J.D. Atkinson
And what are the odds of that?
“I can think offhand of two examples. Which one would you like me to give you first?"
"How could I know?" asked Alice. "Since I have no idea what examples you have in mind, how could I possibly tell you which one to give me?"
"Right again," replied Humpty.” Raymond M. Smullyan
Yep: Alice in puzzle-land.
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Re: Quote of the day
Idiocracy
Carl’s Jr. Computer: Enjoy your EXTRA BIG ASS FRIES!
Woman: You didn’t give me no fries, I got an empty box.
Carl’s Jr. Computer: Would you like another EXTRA BIG ASS FRIES?
Woman.: I said I didn’t get any!
Carl’s Jr. Computer: Thank you! Your account has been charged. Your balance is zero. Please come back when you can afford to make a purchase.
Not all that different from, say, dealing with Comcast today.
Frito [Acting as Joe’s public defender]: It says here you robbed a hospital. Why’d you do that?
Joe: I’m not guilty!
Frito: That’s not what the other lawyer said.
That's true.
Narrator: …meanwhile Rita awakened to discover that the world’s oldest profession was a lot easier when the world is populated by morons.
If they can find the holes.
Phone Computer: Welcome to AOL Time Warner Taco Bell US Government Long Distance. Please say the name of the person you wish to call.
Rita: Upgrayedd.
Phone Computer: There are 9,726 listings for “Upgrayedd”. Please deposit $2,000 to begin connection.
Dumb phones.
IPPA Computer: Welcome to the Identity Processsing Program of Uhmerica! Please insert your forearm into the forearm receptacle!
[Joe inserts his arm]
IPPA Computer: Thank you! Please speak your name as it appears on your current federal identity card, document G24L8!
Joe: I’m not sure if…
IPPA Computer: You have entered the name “Not Sure.” Is this correct, Not Sure?
Joe: No, it’s not correct…
IPPA Computer: Thank you! “Not” is correct. Is “Sure” correct?
Joe: No, it’s not, my name is Joe…
IPPA Computer: You have already confirmed your first name is “Not.” Please confirm your last name, “Sure.”
Joe: My last name is not “Sure!”
IPPA Computer: Thank you, Not Sure!
Joe: No, what I mean is my name is Joe…
IPPA Computer: Confirmation is complete. Please wait while I tattoo your new identity on your arm!
Who's on first?
IPPA Jail Computer: If you have one bucket that contains 2 gallons and another bucket that contains 7 gallons, how many buckets do you have?
Let's run that by John McClane and Samuel Jackson.
Carl’s Jr. Computer: Enjoy your EXTRA BIG ASS FRIES!
Woman: You didn’t give me no fries, I got an empty box.
Carl’s Jr. Computer: Would you like another EXTRA BIG ASS FRIES?
Woman.: I said I didn’t get any!
Carl’s Jr. Computer: Thank you! Your account has been charged. Your balance is zero. Please come back when you can afford to make a purchase.
Not all that different from, say, dealing with Comcast today.
Frito [Acting as Joe’s public defender]: It says here you robbed a hospital. Why’d you do that?
Joe: I’m not guilty!
Frito: That’s not what the other lawyer said.
That's true.
Narrator: …meanwhile Rita awakened to discover that the world’s oldest profession was a lot easier when the world is populated by morons.
If they can find the holes.
Phone Computer: Welcome to AOL Time Warner Taco Bell US Government Long Distance. Please say the name of the person you wish to call.
Rita: Upgrayedd.
Phone Computer: There are 9,726 listings for “Upgrayedd”. Please deposit $2,000 to begin connection.
Dumb phones.
IPPA Computer: Welcome to the Identity Processsing Program of Uhmerica! Please insert your forearm into the forearm receptacle!
[Joe inserts his arm]
IPPA Computer: Thank you! Please speak your name as it appears on your current federal identity card, document G24L8!
Joe: I’m not sure if…
IPPA Computer: You have entered the name “Not Sure.” Is this correct, Not Sure?
Joe: No, it’s not correct…
IPPA Computer: Thank you! “Not” is correct. Is “Sure” correct?
Joe: No, it’s not, my name is Joe…
IPPA Computer: You have already confirmed your first name is “Not.” Please confirm your last name, “Sure.”
Joe: My last name is not “Sure!”
IPPA Computer: Thank you, Not Sure!
Joe: No, what I mean is my name is Joe…
IPPA Computer: Confirmation is complete. Please wait while I tattoo your new identity on your arm!
Who's on first?
IPPA Jail Computer: If you have one bucket that contains 2 gallons and another bucket that contains 7 gallons, how many buckets do you have?
Let's run that by John McClane and Samuel Jackson.
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Re: Quote of the day
André Gide from The Immoralist
I took out of my pocket a little Homer I had not opened since leaving Marseilles, reread three lines of the Odyssey, learned them by heart; then, finding sufficient sustenance in their rhythm and reveling in them at leisure, I closed the book and remained, trembling, more alive than I had thought possible, my mind numb with happiness.
Of course, your book might be different.
Right, IC?
…the facts of history all appeared to me like specimens in a herbarium, permanently dried, so that it was easy to forget they had once upon a time been juicy with sap and alive in the sun.
You're an objectivist for example.
Do you know why our poetry today and especially our philosophy are such dead issues? Because they've cut themselves off from life.
In other words, "the vast concerns that properly belong to philosophy do not concern him...He retreats into a little corner, and insulates himself from the world under layer and layer of technical terminology. He ceases to be a philosopher, and becomes an epistemologist." will durant
I have always thought that great artists were those who dared to confer the right of beauty on things so natural that people say on seeing them, "Why did I never realize before that that was beautiful too?
You first.
Everyone was good at talking about day-to-day events, but no one ever looked at what motivated them.
Start here: dasein.
The part in each of us that we feel is different from other people is just the part that is rare, the part that makes our special value - and that is the very thing people try to suppress. They go on imitating. And yet they think they love life
Pinheads, he called them. And pinhead is what they called him.
I took out of my pocket a little Homer I had not opened since leaving Marseilles, reread three lines of the Odyssey, learned them by heart; then, finding sufficient sustenance in their rhythm and reveling in them at leisure, I closed the book and remained, trembling, more alive than I had thought possible, my mind numb with happiness.
Of course, your book might be different.
Right, IC?
…the facts of history all appeared to me like specimens in a herbarium, permanently dried, so that it was easy to forget they had once upon a time been juicy with sap and alive in the sun.
You're an objectivist for example.
Do you know why our poetry today and especially our philosophy are such dead issues? Because they've cut themselves off from life.
In other words, "the vast concerns that properly belong to philosophy do not concern him...He retreats into a little corner, and insulates himself from the world under layer and layer of technical terminology. He ceases to be a philosopher, and becomes an epistemologist." will durant
I have always thought that great artists were those who dared to confer the right of beauty on things so natural that people say on seeing them, "Why did I never realize before that that was beautiful too?
You first.
Everyone was good at talking about day-to-day events, but no one ever looked at what motivated them.
Start here: dasein.
The part in each of us that we feel is different from other people is just the part that is rare, the part that makes our special value - and that is the very thing people try to suppress. They go on imitating. And yet they think they love life
Pinheads, he called them. And pinhead is what they called him.
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Re: Quote of the day
Idiocracy
Narrator: Desparate and scared, Joe decided that in order to get out of jail, he would have to use his superior diplomacy skills.
Joe [to the prison guard]: Hey, uh… I’m actually supposed to be getting out of jail, not going in…
Prison Guard [hits Joe on the back of the head]: You’re supposed to be in that line, dumbass!
[he points to the door]
Prison Guard: Hey, guys, let this dumbass out!
Next up: the dumbasses here.
You know, if there are any.
Frito: Go away! ‘Batin’!
Anyone batin' here?
Costco Greeter [to every customer]: Welcome to Costco, I love you. Welcome to Costco, I love you. Welcome to Costco, I love you. Welcome to Costco, I love you.
Well, all you need is love, right?
Joe: Wait…How 'bout we go to the time machine. Then, when I get back to the past, I could just tell Rita not to do the experiment. Then she won’t even be here. That’ll work, right? But wait a minute, she’s here so that means I didn’t go back in time? Okay, no, wait. I just haven’t done it yet. Right? So I’ll go back, tell her not to do the experiment, then I won’t have to do it either, because I won’t have to come here and rescue her if she’s not…no, wait a second…maybe I already did go back and told her not to do it and she disappeared, but I just didn’t see it… But then…what am I still doing here?.. Did I come back for another…At any point did you notice two of me?
Time? Fuhgeddaboudit.
Narrator: Joe meets Dwayne Elizondo Camacho, five time Ultimate Smackdown Champion, porn superstar and president of the United States.
And he's...black!!!
Joe: For the last time, I’m pretty sure what’s killing the crops in this Brawndo stuff.
Secretary of Defense: But Brawndo’s got what plants crave. It’s got electrolytes.
Attorney General: So wait a minute. What you’re saying is that you want us to put water on the crops.
Joe: Yes.
Attorney General: Water? Like out the toilet?
Secretary of State: But Brawndo’s got what plants crave. It’s got electrolytes.
Joe: What are these electrolytes? Do you even know?
Secretary of State: They’re…what they use to make Brawndo!
Joe: But why do they use them to make Brawndo?
Secretary of Defense: Because Brawndo’s got electrolytes.
Secretary of Energy: And I ain’t never seen plants growing out of no toilet.
Note to IC: hint, hint.
Narrator: After several hours, Joe finally gave up on logic and reason and simply told the Cabinet that he could talk to plants and that they wanted water.
And they believed him!
Joe [addressing Congress]: You know, there was a time in this country, a long time ago, when reading wasn’t just for fags and neither was writing. People wrote books and movies, movies that had stories so you cared whose ass it was and why it was farting, and I believe that time can come again!
The Player!
Narrator: Joe and Rita had three children, the three smartest kids in the world. Vice President Frito took 8 wives and had a total of 32 kids. Thirty-two of the dumbest kids ever to walk the Earth. OK, so maybe Joe didn’t save mankind, but he got the ball rolling, and that’s pretty good for an average guy.
That's where we're heading alright. Not counting those here who are already there.
Narrator: Desparate and scared, Joe decided that in order to get out of jail, he would have to use his superior diplomacy skills.
Joe [to the prison guard]: Hey, uh… I’m actually supposed to be getting out of jail, not going in…
Prison Guard [hits Joe on the back of the head]: You’re supposed to be in that line, dumbass!
[he points to the door]
Prison Guard: Hey, guys, let this dumbass out!
Next up: the dumbasses here.
You know, if there are any.
Frito: Go away! ‘Batin’!
Anyone batin' here?
Costco Greeter [to every customer]: Welcome to Costco, I love you. Welcome to Costco, I love you. Welcome to Costco, I love you. Welcome to Costco, I love you.
Well, all you need is love, right?
Joe: Wait…How 'bout we go to the time machine. Then, when I get back to the past, I could just tell Rita not to do the experiment. Then she won’t even be here. That’ll work, right? But wait a minute, she’s here so that means I didn’t go back in time? Okay, no, wait. I just haven’t done it yet. Right? So I’ll go back, tell her not to do the experiment, then I won’t have to do it either, because I won’t have to come here and rescue her if she’s not…no, wait a second…maybe I already did go back and told her not to do it and she disappeared, but I just didn’t see it… But then…what am I still doing here?.. Did I come back for another…At any point did you notice two of me?
Time? Fuhgeddaboudit.
Narrator: Joe meets Dwayne Elizondo Camacho, five time Ultimate Smackdown Champion, porn superstar and president of the United States.
And he's...black!!!
Joe: For the last time, I’m pretty sure what’s killing the crops in this Brawndo stuff.
Secretary of Defense: But Brawndo’s got what plants crave. It’s got electrolytes.
Attorney General: So wait a minute. What you’re saying is that you want us to put water on the crops.
Joe: Yes.
Attorney General: Water? Like out the toilet?
Secretary of State: But Brawndo’s got what plants crave. It’s got electrolytes.
Joe: What are these electrolytes? Do you even know?
Secretary of State: They’re…what they use to make Brawndo!
Joe: But why do they use them to make Brawndo?
Secretary of Defense: Because Brawndo’s got electrolytes.
Secretary of Energy: And I ain’t never seen plants growing out of no toilet.
Note to IC: hint, hint.
Narrator: After several hours, Joe finally gave up on logic and reason and simply told the Cabinet that he could talk to plants and that they wanted water.
And they believed him!
Joe [addressing Congress]: You know, there was a time in this country, a long time ago, when reading wasn’t just for fags and neither was writing. People wrote books and movies, movies that had stories so you cared whose ass it was and why it was farting, and I believe that time can come again!
The Player!
Narrator: Joe and Rita had three children, the three smartest kids in the world. Vice President Frito took 8 wives and had a total of 32 kids. Thirty-two of the dumbest kids ever to walk the Earth. OK, so maybe Joe didn’t save mankind, but he got the ball rolling, and that’s pretty good for an average guy.
That's where we're heading alright. Not counting those here who are already there.