Usually the origins of these memes is impossible to pin down. In this case, the moron owned up to it, with several explanations:
Had no idea the dude was dead, saw a news article (NBC) talking about his death….so i cooked up this meme, i would take it down but I’m getting a kick out of watching you all come unglued that the man was already dead
Some of you are acting like I’m the Russians, and I hacked Gilligan’s death and dug up his grave and killed him again lol…it was an honest mistake on my part, and would have quietly removed it, but the way that some of you are pissing and moaning and getting bent out of shape is far more pathetic than my incorrect meme……and that entertains me.
In other words, the attention outweighs the concern or respect for the person the meme was supposed to be honoring in the first place. So, this piece of knowingly incorrect information will remain on the internet, and Facebook, forever, for nothing more than the author’s amusement. I’m going to bet most of these memes have the exact same justification for existence, attention outweighs accuracy.
In the bigger picture, just an example of the “no responsibility” generation. Don’t blame him for being wrong, he heard it somewhere else first, which makes it fair game.
So, in a not-so-surprising move, with only weeks left in his presidency, Obama threw Israel under the bus. In a United Nations vote that defines settlements in West Bank and Jerusalem as “illegal”. the US abstained, allowing the vote to pass. Traditionally, the US would have vetoed the vote. Legally, it means essentially nothing. However, it’s creating all kinds of diplomatic problems that will only make the situation in the Middle East worse, if that’s even imaginable. Obama doesn’t care about world peace, he only cares about stroking Muslim egos.
Apparently John Kerry was bothered by the criticism of Obama’s decision to throw the only democracy, and only ally we have in the Middle East under the bus. So, he went public with his outrage:
It is important for people to know, that a major reason why he elected to throw a country under constant attack from Palestinian militia and terrorists under the bus on a world stage, is because the settlements make it impossible to make roads that go in a straight line.
Yes, he did say that.
His underlying argument is that although 99% of the geographic region that is the Middle East is extremist Islam controlled, the Israeli occupied area needs to be a two-state solution. In theory so Iran knows who to bomb, and who not to bomb. Right now their terrorists are killing innocent Palestinians whenever they try to blow up Jews. That makes for messy social networking PR.
John Kerry and Obama are idiots. Israel IS the two state solution. The problem is the Muslims don’t accept that. Israel has ceded lands already in efforts to appease the United Nations and Palestinians. It got them nothing but more terrorist attacks. If Palestinians want to live in extremist Islam rule, they have plenty to choose from within a hundred miles of where they are now.
Now, a lot of the reason I feel this way is because extremist totalitarian Islamic governments haven’t done much of anything good for the world. Afghanistan, Iraq, iran, Syria, Libya, Somalia, and increasingly Egypt, have gone from fairly progressive countries to beds of terror impacting the entire planet. Nothing good comes from those environments today. Obama’s appeasement to the radical Islamic states such as Iran and Palestine have only empowered and escalated “rogue” terrorists in the United States and Europe. We don’t need this philosophy festering in environments that promote it. We need more Israels.
Additionally, this was done at a time when it could have just as easily been put off a month to allow the incoming President to determine the direction he wanted to pursue for next four to eight years. Instead, Obama intentionally created an issue they will have to fix, with absolutely nothing to gain by doing it. That’s just petty.
Not that this president has ever done anything petty before. Obama needs to be called out for his childish temper tantrum.
When I was in high school, I latched on to the punk scene. I was about 15, had become a huge David Bowie fan, and was exploring different types of music. My favorite punk band was definitely the Psychedelic Furs, but what got it started for me, and most punks, was The Sex Pistols. The one song that got it going for me was God Save the Queen. It was a scathing song about the fall of the British Monarchy, as symbolized by how Queen Elizabeth II was useless and had no future for England. The chorus is one of the best choruses of any song, ever. Loved singing it when I was 15. That was the summer of 1977.
By the summer of 1978, the drug fueled energy that drove their music destroyed the band. The Sex Pistols had no future. Before the song lamenting Queen Elizabeth II even left the charts, the band was what they had sung she would be.
As I write this, nearly four decades after they wrote the song, Queen Elizabeth II is still the Queen of England and more popular now than she was even then. The irony of The Sex Pistols is not lost on this one time Punk Rocker.
The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his own hands. This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver’s license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, or significant other.
What’s for dinner?
Can I help you with dinner?
Where would you like to go for dinner?
Here, have some chocolate.
Are you wearing that?
Wow, you sure look good in brown!
WOW! Look at you!
Here, have some chocolate
What are you so worked up about?
Could we be overreacting?
Here’s my paycheck.
Here, have some chocolate.
Should you be eating that?
You know, there are a lot of apples left.
Can I get you a glass of wine with that?
Here, have some chocolate.
What did you DO all day?
I hope you didn’t over-do it today.
I’ve always loved you in that robe!
Here, have some more chocolate.
This guide was sent to me by my wife. Trust me, it works.
Is this supposed to be a sequel? A prequel? A re-imagining? A remake? Or, a ripoff? I’m a sci-fi junkie, but I won’t be wasting my time with this. I didn’t even enjoy Capricorn One that much. But, it did the conspiracy theory justice.
You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn’t find one of ’em, not one stinkin’ dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like… victory. Someday this war’s gonna end…
You can’t handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know – that Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
Remember that night in the Garden? You came down to my dressing room and you said ‘kid, this ain’t your night. We’re going for the price on Wilson’… You was my brother, Charlie. You shoulda looked out for me a little bit so I wouldn’t have to take them dives for the short-end money. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum. Which is what I am. Let’s face it.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
The point is, ladies and gentleman, is that greed – for lack of a better word – is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms – greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge – has marked the upward surge of mankind. And Greed – you mark my words – will not only save Teldar Paper but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA.
I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the streets, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends… Choose your future. Choose life.
I know what you’re thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya punk?
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.
You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight? Aye, fight and you may die, run and you’ll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our freedom!
There’s the top 10. I haven’t been able to find it on the ‘net, but I’m sure it’s probably real. However, there’s a couple there that do not belong IMO. Now, I’m no cinema buff by any stretch of the imagination, but I can think of two that should have been there that were not:
Although not a dialogue in the purest sense of the word, the accompanying dialogue is so intangible it may as well be a dialogue ( accompanying dialogue omitted ):
Mandrake? Have you ever seen a Commie drink a glass of water? Vodka, that’s what they drink, isn’t it? Never water? On no account will a Commie ever drink water, and not without good reason. Water, that’s what I’m getting at, water. Mandrake, water is the source of all life. Seven-tenths of this earth’s surface is water. Why, do you realize that seventy percent of you is water? And as human beings, you and I need fresh, pure water to replenish our precious bodily fluids. Are you beginning to understand? Mandrake. Mandrake, have you never wondered why I drink only distilled water, or rain water, and only pure-grain alcohol? Have you ever heard of a thing called fluoridation. Fluoridation of water? Well, do you know what it is? Do you realize that fluoridation is the most monstrously conceived and dangerous Communist plot we have ever had to face?
And, once again, another of MY Top 10 Dialogues with just enough supporting dialogue to keep it going omitted:
Listen — strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. Well you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! I mean, if I went around sayin’ I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me they’d put me away! Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! I’m being repressed! Oh, what a give away. Did you hear that, did you hear that, eh? That’s what I’m on about — did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn’t you?
I’m just going to give up here. How those two dialogues can not be greater than Braveheart, Wall Street, or Network just tells me I’m not on the same wavelength as the people in this poll. That’s not unusual tho.
So, I enjoy some of these quizzes I see on Facebook. But, more often than not, the overwhelming ads and bait click garbage suck all the fun out of it. So, I’m going to stick some of the ones I enjoy here. Being as the content will be linked to the author’s actual content, I doubt there’s much anyone can do as far as the format goes. It’ll just work a lot smoother and more enjoyably. And, hopefully, it will sell some of the composers’ stuff whereas these bait-click quizzes don’t even try.
So, here’s the first one. The Beatles vs The Rolling Stones. This could have easily been 100 questions. Probably should have been 50 since several of my favorites from both bands aren’t on the list. And, they both had some fantastic lyrics.
Beatles vs Rolling Stones
Who sang it? The Beatles or the Rolling Stones.
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But if you try sometimes
well you might find
You get what you need
The Rolling Stones
Question 1 Explanation:
Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy
The Rolling Stones
Question 2 Explanation:
My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
So, this happened yesterday:
They’re calling that an “anomaly”. That folks, is complete failure. There was a $200,000,000 #Facebook satellite on that rocket. I’m sure the rocket itself was rather expensive as well.
We are still obviously not ready for manned missions.
Obama will be the first president to leave office without the ability to put a man in space since John F. Kennedy over fifty years ago. The decision to end the Shuttle program may have been made before he was elected, but he killed off the replacement plan with no plan B. Starting the private sector essentially from scratch AFTER ending the Shuttle program was stupid. Nothing else but stupid. Paying the Russians millions to get to a station we paid the heaviest burden of building was a stupid plan from the get-go. Putting a man in charge of NASA who thinks stroking young Muslims egos and promoting global warming propaganda is more important than actual space travel just showed the contempt Obama has had for science in general his entire presidency. The entire science community gladly jumping under the Obama bus is even more disappointing. They still see Republicans every time Obama cuts NASA’s funding. With this political climate, and the complete sell-out of the astronomy sector, we can’t even put a big satellite in space reliably. If Clinton gets elected, it’ll be my kids’ generation before they even have a chance to enjoy the thrill of watching a heavy-lifter sending a crew into space.
I’m not sure what statistically is the worst participation rate in a state level race is, but this has to be close. Debra has to be incredibly relieved that she has reduced her congressional district to the most apathetic voters in the nation. If even 1 in 10 had voted, she probably would have lost her job.
Two takeaways from this remarkable election:
I don’t want to hear anyone, and I do mean anyone, living in the north Miami area complain about their government. Shut up. Don’t do it. You all totally abdicated your right to complain. When a crowd not much bigger than a high school football game bothers to even vote, the whole district is at fault. You guys, for lack of caring about the government you expect to babysit you, have once again returned Debra Wasserman-Schultz to represent you. And even worse, represent the US as a Member of Congress.
Bernie Sanders’ political career is now officially dead. I know he had more support in the spring than the 3% voter turnout he produced. His supporters got screwed as bad as you can get in the presidential primary. They were so outraged they apparently just gave up. Do the world favor, stay home in November. If Wasserman-Schulz is your idea of what you want representing your current values, just stay home. I know who you all would be voting for anyway and it won’t do the country any more good than Wasserman-Schultz has.
Truly pathetic. And people wonder why we keep sending these losers to Congress, and then complain about them once they are there, when they don’t even bother to vote in the first place.