Am I Looking at Me???

& to those who keep banging on about the 'tacked-on' ending of Taxi Driver...can it and grow up. The director was Catholic and the writer was Calvanist...further...they were both heavily influenced by Bresson.  Take another look at 'Diary of a Country Priest'.  This was an allegory, a redemptive tale. Travis Bickle died...redeemed (saving Iris from her enslavement) & went to paradise. Marty claims he believed Travis was severely mentally ill & lived to kill again (sequel possibilities) but he doesn't know his own mind. Travis...like Maximus...died in a worthy cause and went to Elysium. Simple.  

Now stop looking at me. 

Kinardley

OK...so they're going to put up signs on the Great Ocean Road in Chinese reminding them of the correct side of the road to drive on. Might as well simply erect signs saying "ALL CHINESE ARE DICKHEADS!"

We are near the Great Ocean Road, and I'll tell you this much...I have met more SPANISH speaking travelers than Chinese- and they drive on the right hand side in most Spanish speaking countries; are we going to have signs for them too? Or are we just picking on the 'slopes'?

Ye gods. None so blind as those who will not see...

Holding Court.

World...get your hand off it.  

Not Fragile...

 

 

Lincoln and Roosevelt (Teddy) both considered suicide..both had a plan and were prepared to check out...but thought better of it; they then went on to make history. Try to bear this in mind, the next time you are feeling a bit fragile. If you can. Just a thought...for my dear friends who fight the black guard.

Edit Suite and Sour...

People who spot flubs in movies then brag about it really piss me off. If they knew how hard it was to put a movie together in the first place...they would keep their fuckin' holes shut.

Continuity is a bitch. In all walks of life.

I can't go a day without flubs and bloopers, so I don't know how movies should be any different.

So fuck 'em. Fuck those fuckless little nebbishes in their mommies spare room putting shit on those out in the field...doing the thing. Fuck 'em all to hell.

Harsh, I know, but there it is.

In fact...I don't care much for critics full stop.

Parasites.

Those in the arena, folks...just like Roosevelt said. Those getting blood and mud and piss and puke on their overalls to get the job done...

THEY are the real deal.


As a matter of fact...let's hear from Roosevelt...the whole thing again, for old times sake. One of the best quotes I ever read...period.

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

― Theodore Roosevelt

Light Relief...

Lots of angry people at the moment...that's sad. Some of them...very desperate, if you know what I mean.

i won't take it personally...might be nothing to do with me, and none of my busybodies...

I'm a funny fish...I seem to want to take it personally. It's...a childish reaction. Thinking I'm always in trouble.

It's worth reminding the child...not everything is his fault. Further...there are very few things more egotistical than assuming it is 'about you'. We the tormented think it's about us...& mostly? It is simply not. Of course you follow that kind of paranoia through...pretty soon you look around...& everyone IS gone. Just what your subconscious... programmed for self destruction...wanted all along.

The way to talk back to that nonsense?

Think about others. I try to think about what they might be going through. & I try to put my self on hold for five minutes while I put it out there; I'm not totally sure what to say...except that I'm thinking of you...

& there IS a light at the end of the tunnel....even though I completely understand why you might think there is not. Especially when all around is pitch black.

Just keep on going...in the darkness...keep on moving. You will from time to time see light...but very often, these are guide lights. They might look like they are the 'end of tunnel' lights...but they are actually not.

They are there to show you the way. They are NOT your destination. Just keep going. Keep following the guide lights, until you get through the darkness.


to the big light at the end.

It's there, i promise you...just don't give up.

& remember the light you carry inside you...don't turn it off before it is time.


I'll be here if you need me. For what it's worth.

Or at least...if not right here, not far away, if I can help.


In the meantime...

here is my cute kitty enjoying my new table thingy, for your viewing pleasure.


If in doubt...just nuzzle that rug!


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