General - mad soldier shaking cocounut, have wife by the throat - say give me gold - what you gonna do? Raise up in defense of your family and get mowed down by military man with BFG? Have you ever killed a man general? Shoot him dead and watch him bleed? My pop did - he says it hard thing to do first few times - but you get used to dat madness with experience. Pop different from me - he take the bullet rather than live in unhappy way - me, I can find good in many things, but only if I am living - hehe.
You say to people in Kelo decision - don't they have guns - sure they do General - lots and lots of guns over here - but all the people with WILLPOWER to pick them up and shoot them got locked up long time ago and all those REVOLUTIONARY types that would lead that kind of stuff can not lead now from inside angola prison.
Do you honestly expect if nuke goes off in ny city tomorrow, bush declares state of emergency and he gonna seize it ALL for the state - that oprah gonna get mad and take that gun sitting in her display case - load it with a bullet - and start shooting and say you cant have my gold or my mercedes or my MSO stock? Come on General - people back in those days - they much more militant than western people these days - people take everything being took from them - very different times. Oprah gonna come on tv and tell everyone of her minions we need to support the state - give them everything - cause NY city big crater now - and sure enough everyone do it - you don't think so - but I think so - people very pacified over here for the most part.
Having GOLD without HAVING the WILLPOWER to kill the robber that is going to take it from you is WORTHLESS General. Mogambo make this point only half jokingly - gold without guns and the willpower to kill is worthless.
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They realized that to be in power you didn't need guns or money or even numbers. You just needed the will to do what the other guy wouldn't.
Three of the Hungarians come bursting into Keyser Soze's home. They grab his five children and round them up in the
front room. One of the men grabs his wife and back-hands her
across the face.
The front door opens and in walks Keyser Sate. We are never allowed to see his face.
Sate's wife lies in the corner, beaten and bruised. Her dress is tattered to shreds. She cannot look up at her husband.
The three Hungarians stand to greet him. Two hold guns in
their hands. The third holds a straight razor. He grabs
Soze youngest boy and holds the razor to his throat.
VERBAL (V.O.)
He comes home to his wife raped and his
children screaming. The Hungarians knew
Soze was tough. Not to be trifled with.
So they let him know they meant business.
The Hungarian smiles. Soze's wife SCREAMS IN HORROR.
The Hungarian holds up a BLOOD SOAKED RAZOR.
SUDDENLY, he grabs another child. A little girl no older than
six.
VERBAL (V.O.)
They tell Soze they want his territory -
all his business. Soze looks over the +
faces of his family... Then he showed
these men of will what will really was.
SUDDENLY, Soze pulls out a pistol and shoots the two men with guns. He turns and aims at the third man holding his child.
The man threatens to cut the child's throat, slicing just
enough to draw blood.
SOZE FIRES.
The stunned Hungarian watches the child fall from his arms.
Sate turns the pistol on the next child, then the next and the next. He kills his children one by one in front of the
Hungarian.
VERBAL (V.O.)
He tells him he would rather' see his
family dead than live another day after
this.
SOZE walks over to his wife, crying and beaten on the floor
and holds up her head. She gives him the strangest look. One
of trust perhaps, saturated with fear and humiliation.
He puts the gun between her eyes and fires.
VERBAL (V.O.)
He lets the last Hungarian go, and he
goes running. He waits until his wife and
kids are in the ground and he goes after
the rest of the mob. He kills their kids,
he kills their wives, he kills their
parents and their parents' friends.
A dark and looming figure of a man walks in front of a wall
of fire - a black shadow blurred by waves of heat.
VERBAL (V.O.)
He burns down the houses they live in and
the stores they work in, he kills people
that owe them money. And like that he was
gone. Underground. No one has ever seen
him again. He becomes a myth, a spook
story that criminals tell their kids at
night. If you rat on your pop, Keyser
Sate will get you. And nobody really ever
believes.
General I have met a lot of people in life, but I have not met many that if a man with a gun to his wife and child was in his home asking for gold - would do anything other than hand it over. You have the WILL to say no though eh? Cause it aint about the gold, and it aint about the guns, it about the POWER. My indian friend, ex convict, on run from law now - he have this kind of will power - he can kill without remorse or conscience.
Now General - Bill Maher told you - he doesn't know too many folks in NY that could get into a plane and willingly fly it into a building - could you? Do you have the WILL general to do what other men will not? If the world blows up so bad we gonna have to have GOLD to do business and paper money and central banks go up in smoke - only the man with WILL gonna survive it seem to me. I don't think that you, I don't think that me either, that people like my pop and my indian friend that risk thier lives to live the way they want and not be slaves to the state. So lets try to not let it get to that point, investing in gold expecting that point without willpower to kill people with your bare hands - you just fooling yourself.
Rome was an advanced society, it got over run by thugs - they had the will the pacified roman citizens lost perhaps? |
