Everything we are, Becker argued -- our personalities, our attitudes, our very being -- is an elaborate lie, a carefully crafted self-delusion constructed to avoid having to face a fact so terrifying it would drive us mad: ...
Oh fuckin' yeah! Here finally is some acknowledgement of the unspeakable horrors that lurk among us, twisting our very thoughts into celebration of the ungodly visage of The Thing That Sleeps! Err, wait:
... not only are we certain to die, but death could come at any moment, followed by an eternity of nothingness.
That's it? I paid eight minutes for this?
Thanks for this BBF, interesting read.
This just shows people can adapt to anything. France and Italy has adjusted to living with terrorists over many generations. Even those in earthquake or hurricane areas live in denial get used to it.
that is very interesting...
it's really funny cuz I commute right thru two of the cities that have been targeted (newark and NY) and of course, do so by train...
yet I'm not scared. I guess it goes to prove how automated we are.
I mean, I don't really wanna discuss my chances of dying, but honestly, Americans need to realize that no matter how big al qaeda gets, it'll never be big enough to take out every city in America. It's kinda like the flee that stings the elephant.
I say, go on with you life...as he said "when your number's up, your number's up"
I reacted to 'terror' by moving from my native country to one with saner policies. The terror i felt in the U.S. was not from Al Qaeda or any other (domestic or foreign) group identified by the government as 'terrorist' -- it was from the leaders of the U.S. who swiftly and surely have eroded the rights and freedoms of all its citizens while senselessly attacking nations who pose no threat. I also count as fear-mongering and terroristic the current lack of separation between church and state, the attempts to rewrite the Constitution to legislate bigotry and hatred, the voter scandals of the past (and impending) election, the increasing corporatization of the country and the exploitation which goes hand-in-hand with it, and most, if not all of the crimes of Bush.
People in the U.S. are terrorized. If only more of them were aware by whom....
From Kung Fu Monkey: "But God gave me a brain, and a modicum of spine. Taking something seriously, and panicking over it are two different things."
Word.
That said, it sucks that I can't even bring a book or comb with me onto the plane.
You could threaten the stewies with papercuts from the pages of your book, Neddy.
That is a serious threat.
And kazoos? Don't go there.
"The JFK Airport plotters seem to have been egged on by an informant, a twice-convicted drug dealer. An FBI informant almost certainly pushed the Fort Dix plotters to do things they wouldn't have ordinarily done. The Miami gang's Sears Tower plot was suggested by an FBI undercover agent who infiltrated the group...."
This is a scenario that had not occurred to me before.
I flew in to Albuquerque last week, and due to a screw-up in Vegas, went through FOUR count 'em FOUR freakin' security checks. When I got into my daughter's car at the airport, I got stuck with something poking out of the side of my carry-on bag. Turns out I had last used that bag on a road trip, and carried my crewel work in it. There was a great big honkin' 3 1/2 inch needle stuck in the front of it. They also missed the 4oz tube of hand lotion in my purse I always carry (and forgot about) as well as my itty-bitty pocket knife.
But they made me throw out my sealed bottle of Crystal Springs water, oh yes, they did.
Stupid bastards.
You can all relax. There will be no terrirst baptisms on THIS plane.
Oh yeah, way to dehumanize the 'enemy.'
How about considering them human beings--just like us. Some are smart, some are stupid, some are iniquitous (I'm looking at YOU, you damn politicians) and most just want to get along, make a living, raise their kids, and be as happy as one can be in this world.
WE created the next generation of terrorists. Time to get the hell out of where we don't belong.
Get these motherfucking snakes away from my motherfucking brain!
Except for Glycon; he seems cool. Alan Moore vouches for him so that's good enough for me.
Oh, and Mike and Mack from Promethea's Caduceus. You can learn a lot from those guys. They're welcome to hang out too.
I should probably try to get some sleep...
Anybody else here think homunculus needs sleep---or more meds?
I never did see Snakes On A Plane. I might rent it or download it or, heck, even buy it sometime.
Is it worth seeing? Like, campy-funny? I'd like to have a firmer basis for making and snickering at jokes about it.
It's probably the worst movie ever made!
Unless you can get it on the five dollar rack, I don't know as I'd buy it. Rent. Spend your money on cheap beer, pop some popcorn and invite your loudest, most irreverent friends over to mock and throw popcorn. Bonus points for bringing pop-out snakesin a can. Dressing as pilot, copilot, stewardess, snake, etc optional.
Here's your snake play participation script. Spoilers, yes, but so worthwhile being prepared. Copy/paste the best/funniest participation events and prepare hand outs for your friends.
A few of the best quotes:
in no particular order
"Who's your daddy now, b*tch?" (when he stuck the snake into the microwave.)
"This plane is going down faster then a Thai hooker."
"We need weapons. Do you have any silverware or cutlery?"
"We don't have any silverware. All we have are these--"
"Sporks?"
"Turn this big motherfucker left, Troy!"
"You sure you can fly this thing with one hand?"
"Honey, you'd be surprised at what a man can do with one hand."
"Everybody strap in. I'm about to open some fucking windows!"
"Why exactly are there snakes on this plane?"
And of course...
"Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!"
And if you're still not convinced, here's the The top eight reasons to watch Snakes on a Plane
Oh, and here's some lyrics for Snakes on a Plane
Oh, yeah. When you have your fabulous plane party, invite me, willya?
I never did see Snakes On A Plane.
My (then new) fella and I saw it, together, on one of our first dates, at Grauman's Chinese Theater on Hollywood Blvd. I'd never been there before, though I grew up in a beach town just west and had driven past it a hundred times in punk rock days.
It was a romantic date, because the fella was very shy. By goofing on the silliness of the footprints in the front of the theater, and the lousiness of the movie we actually paid money to see, we loosened up. We giggled our way thru it, agreed that it wasn't worth the money, ran away past the tourists, and came home (I lived nearby; now we live nearby together) to cook and eat and kiss and more.
We've never felt compelled to watch it again, tho. We love goofy - we have toothless Chihuahuas! - but that movie was really bad.
live in denialget used to it.