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April 12, 2006

V for “Very Good Movie”

Filed under: Uncategorized — Otter @ 11:20 am

I just love this quote:

Creedy: Defiant until the end, huh? You won’t cry like him, will you? You’re not afraid of death. You’re like me.

V: The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is that we’re both about to die.

Creedy: How do you imagine that’s gonna happen?

V: With my hands around your neck.

Creedy: Bullocks. Whatchya gonna do, huh? We’ve swept this place. You’ve got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns.

V: No, what you’ve have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I will no longer be standing, because if I am you will all be dead before you’ve reloaded.

Creedy: That’s impossible. Kill him.

[The fingermen open fire on V, but he still stands after their clips are empty.]

V: My turn.

GO SEE IT!!!

Perhaps the seminal quote of the movie (yes, I know what that means…maybe you should, too).

“Voil√†! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-√†-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.”

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O Sacred Head

Filed under: Rants. What else? — Otter @ 8:19 am

“O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, thine only crown:
how pale thou art with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!”

Church of Christ. In case people were wondering…Pamela.

Bach’s “Passion Chorale”. Still brings me to tears. Truly a moving piece of music. Especially a cappella.

Now, if only the blurry keys would stop touching my fingers I could get some sleep.

Eat Me…Drink Me

Filed under: Rants. What else? — Otter @ 7:11 am

Choice. An ample, if not overwhelming, topic. Or at least it should be. There are two awesome quotes that say it better than I:

“My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man’s doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny.”
-Elaine Maxwell

and

“One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.”
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I’ve been contributing an abnormal amount of my thought to this topic latley. Quantum Mechanics aside, the concept of choice simply grows in unabashed awesomeness the more I think about it.

As I am a confessed unbeliever I feel that I have no right or privelege to play the religion card…but I am steadfast in that I must broach the matter in this discussion, what with choice being such a pillar of the world’s religions. I contend that Christianity has, in fact, gotten it wrong. A once loving and involved God, in his later years, began a policy of “revelation by exception”…so to speak. That is, where once God chose to press His message via world-destroying plagues and maladies he began to see a “kinder, gentler” form of hermitage. Curiously, these new methods were much more in line with humanity and — dare I say — much more popular. You know…than the whole “we’re all gonna die” method of instant salvation. It just wasn’t cutting it. So, we all know about Jesus and the message and the Word and…etc. But I would say that the last message was the most damning. “It’s your choice. Do as you will. You know the consequences.” If you don’t think that’s a release for aberrance, just sit in a Burger King for a few hours. Holy Cow…not to mix metaphors. Talk about the choice fountain being open for business. There is no more destructive element to humanity than unrestrained choice. So, I further postulate, choice is the the rock and the foundation upon which present (“cultured”) society is based.

Think about it. If you commit a crime in front of 30 police officers you will still have the opportunity to stand in front of your peers and try to convice them to make the choice that you didn’t do it. Our rebellion against Britain was based upon having sufficient numbers of volunteers to make the choice to join. Your present situation in life has been based upon the multitude of small and large choices that you have made. Every second of every day is a dizzying cacophany of if/then/else statements (again, nod to the programmers).

Let’s define some terms.
“Freedom” is the ability to make choices. It really is that simple.
“Opportunity” is having choices to make.
“Power” is the ability to take choices (and opportunities) away or grant them.

So, take your religion, job, relationships, and life and put them in the appropriate context. Are you free? Do you have opportunity? Are you powerful? Most people reading this will probably have fairly positive answers to this. However, you will — also probably — never understand the full import of your power to deny choice to others.

Someone once said that the most heinous of curses would be for us all to become gods. For within lies a future of categorical impostion and servitude. Have you ever been waited upon by a servant? Few Americans can claim such. However, if you travel to certain countries that is exactly what happens. They aren’t waiters/waitresses or maintenance people…they are servants. Their choice is between serving your needs or suffering. I don’t know about you, but that really sets me on edge. I come from a country where every commercial interaction is (or should be) met with mutual cooperation. Yes, you are waiting on me in this restaurant, but I give you money so that you can also go to school, have a family, not put up with shit, enjoy television, etc. But elsewhere this is not the case. Service personnel don’t exist outside of providing that service. Otherwise, they sleep, shit, and eat. Power excludes them in the worst possible way. Freedom and opportunity exist at their cost. And in many cases I’m not just talking about the resort microcosm that I’ve described…it permeates the entire country (Cuba, Bahamas, Sudan, et al).

Put a quarter in a jukebox. Press “B4”. Listen to your history. Follow the White Rabbit. Moving on…

So, is it any surprise that religion and revolution have grown with such fervent passion? “Hi! We’re here to help you out! Oh, the Revolution/God/McDonald’s is ON YOUR SIDE. Sucks that you sold half the continent for some mirrors and beads. Well, I guess we’ll be making your choices for you (for your own good) for awhile.” Power. Ain’t it great? How about we get our freedom back? Let’s have a revolution!!! Let’s select someone to pioneer a way forward for us, the comman man, and overthrow this horrible regime that oppresses us. Viva La Revolution! Umm…so what should we be doing…you know, as the common man? No problem. Just give me the power (not that you know what that means) and I’ll do the doing for you. And the circle continues. Freedom is yours (see glossary above).

“So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?
You, you and me.
You and me, won’t be unhappy.

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
if I only could, oh…”

Choice. The Matrix is based on it. Can’t work without it. Guy Falkes exemplified it. We will all die a thousand deaths for it. It will not be extinguished. It is our curse/blessing from God. It is His great and final gift before slamming the door and moving on to something vastly more interesting. “Here’s a bunch of rope. Hang away.”

I once heard an interesting story of a man that died and was allowed to view both heaven and hell before choosing (wow, what a choice). He went to hell and saw a group of people at a dinner table trying to eat soup. The problem was that they all had spoons that were about 4 feet long. So they could scoop the soup up but the spoon was too long for them to get it to their mouths. “How awful”, the man said. He was then taken to heaven. Same soup. Same spoons. “But this is just like hell”, he said. “The spoons are so long no one can eat.” “Ah, yes”, said the custodian angel. “But here they have learned to feed one another.” Same circumstances. Different choices.

God said, “Come to me…or else.”
Jesus said, “Come to me…or not.”
I say, “You’re already there…now what?”

Wherein lies the most power, opportunity, and freedom? Even answering that question requires a choice.

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she went on “And how do you know that you’re mad?”
“To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog’s not mad. You grant that?”
“I suppose so,” said Alice.
“Well, then,” the Cat went on, “you see, a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.”

Perhaps you’ll understand why “The Mummer’s Dance” was the choice for our wedding song. Look it up. I act upon you in silence. With knowledge. With words. We are all slaves to our choices. Rejoice or reject. You cannot escape it.

Remember the thing I said before about conscience? About my own personal set of ethics and morals? Choices. Make yours now. Right now. You don’t know how much time you have left to settle yourself. Now is always a good time. If nothing else, realize how much in amuses me that you are ignoring this.

That being said…I have some tough choices to make. I am sad that blogs cannot be set to music. Alas, I am confined to parsimonious effect.

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