Showing posts with label Jack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 December 2018



Late Middle English: from Jack, pet form of the given name John. The term was used originally to denote an ordinary man ( jack (sense 6)), also a youth (mid 16th century), hence the ‘knave’ in cards and ‘male animal’. 

The word also denoted various devices saving human labour, as though one had a helper ( jack (sense 1, jack sense 3, jack sense 9, jack sense 10), and in compounds such as jackhammer and jackknife); the general sense ‘labourer’ arose in the early 18th century and survives in cheapjack, lumberjack, steeplejack, etc. 

Since the mid 16th century a notion of ‘smallness’ has arisen, hence jack (sense 4, jack sense 5, jack sense 7, jack sense 13).


predicative Tired of or bored with someone or something.
‘people are getting jack of strikes’

" The fictional company which owns and operates the lunar base is called Lunar Industries Ltd.  As a nod to this, the production company used to make the movie is also called Lunar Industries Ltd (UK Companies House company number 06346944), whose company directors are Duncan Zowie Hayward Jones (the movie's director) and Stuart Douglas Fenegan (one of the movie's producers). "

So, how is it a fictional company?

And who is Stuart Douglas Fenegan....?

And what does "Hayward" mean....? 

Other than being the forename of Haywood Floyd, the Chairman of the National Council of Astronautics and protagonist of both the novel and movie 2010 : The Year We Make Contact AND the novel 2061 : The Next Odyssey (which is about rogue Affrikaaner agents illegally prospecting for diamonds on the surface of (a populated/inhabited) Europa.

I don't understand. Why does a weak person have to go out and find a strong person... to hang onto?

What do you get out of it?

 Faint SOUND of SAWING and HAMMERING. Jack can't quite figure where it's coming from.

You hear that?

 MARLA Hear what?

That... sawing and hammering.

Have we been talking too long? Must we change the subject?

 Jack turns -- through the crack of the open basement door, Tyler's staring at Jack from the bottom of the stairs.

 TYLER (harsh whisper) 
You're not talking about me, are you?

 Jack reacts, turns back to Marla.

 JACK (to Marla and Tyler) 

That day you came over to my place to play doctor... what was going on there?

 TYLER (still a whisper) 
What are you talking about?

 JACK (to Marla and Tyler) Nothing.

 MARLA Nothing? I don't think so.

 TYLER (whisper) This conversation...

 JACK This conversation...

 TYLER ... is over.

 JACK ... is over.

 Marla comes to touch Jack's hair. Jack closes the basement door. Marla sees the kiss-scar on Jack's hand, grabs his hand. Jack tries to pull it back, but Marla keeps a grip.

 MARLA What is this? Who did this?

 JACK ... A person.

 MARLA Guy or girl?

 JACK Why would you ask if it's a guy or a girl?!

 MARLA Why would you get bent if I asked?

 JACK Let go of me... (pulls his hand free) Leave me alone.

 MARLA You're afraid to say.

 Marla backs away, closes her eyes, struggling with frustration. She leaves out the back door, not looking back.

 Jack leans against the wall. After a moment, he opens the basement door, heads downstairs...


 Tyler walks upstairs, passing as Jack continues down...


 Jack looks around. TRIPLE-DECKER BUNKS clutter the basement, as many as can fit into the space.

 JACK (calling upstairs) Tyler... ? What's this for?

 From upstairs, the SOUND of the DOORBELL.


 Jack opens the door. Ricky stands on the porch, staring ahead in subordinate military style. He's in black pants, black shirt, black shoes, holds a PAPER BAG, with an army surplus MATTRESS rolled-up at his feet.

 JACK Um... what can I do for you, Ricky?

 Tyler steps up beside Jack, looks Ricky over.

 TYLER You're too young. Sorry.

 JACK Wait a minute...

 Tyler comes back inside, shuts the door.

 JACK "Too young?"

 TYLER If the applicant is young, we tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat.

 JACK "Applicant?"

 TYLER If the applicant waits at the door for three days without food, shelter or encouragement, then he can enter and begin training.

 JACK "Training?" Tyler...


 Jack comes out, walks around Ricky, hands in his pockets, unsure. Tyler watches, nods for Jack to go ahead.

 JACK Uh, look. You're too... young to... train here. You should probably be on you way.

 No response from Ricky, who remains at attention. Jack goes back inside. Tyler closes the door.


 Ricky remains at attention. Jack bursts out with a BROOM, knocks the brown bag out of Ricky's hand, kicks it away.

 JACK Are you deaf?! I told you to leave! You will never get inside this house!


 Ricky's still there. Tyler comes out, friendly.

 TYLER Look, friend, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. It's not the end of the world. Just go away. You're trespassing and I will call the police. Nothing personal.


 Ricky, same spot. Jack bursts outside with the broom again.

 JACK You're never getting through this door, you stupid little weasel! Look at me when I talk to you... !

 He WHACKS Ricky in the shoulder with the broom.

 JACK What is your major malfunction!?


 At the window, Tyler sips coffee, watches this scene on the PORCH below.

 JACK (V.O.) Sooner or later, we all became what Tyler wanted us to be.


 Ricky's there. Bob is now next to him, in black, with a paper bag in hand, mattress at his feet. Tyler steps out. Jack stays in the doorway, locking eyes on Bob. To all the following questions, Ricky answers "Sir!" --

 TYLER You have two black shirts? Two pair black trousers? One pair black boots? Two pair black socks? One black coat? Three hundred dollars personal burial money? Go inside.

 Ricky goes in. Tyler turns to Bob.

 TYLER You're too old. Sorry. And, you're too fat. Nice seeing you.

 Bob looks genuinely hurt. He picks up his mattress and starts away. Tyler looks at Jack and rolls his eyes. Jack follows Bob...

 JACK Bob... Bob, wait... (leading Bob back) Let me explain this to you...


 CRICKETS CHIRP. Bob stands at at rigid attention.


 Tyler and Jack stand in bathroom doorway, watching Ricky finish SHAVING off all of his HAIR. Tyler comes to give the top of Ricky's head a sharp SLAP.

 TYLER A monkey, ready to be shot into space. A Space Monkey, ready to sacrifice himself for Project Mayhem.

 From here on, all those with shaved heads: "SPACE MONKEYS."


 Jack looks out the window. Bob stands motionless. There's another "applicant," a SHORT GUY, beside Bob. Ricky comes out the front door with the BROOM...

 RICKY (to Bob) You're too fucking old, fatty! We don't want your kind here! (to short guy) You're too short. Go away, stumpy! Go back to the circus!

 Ricky HITS them with the broom, then goes in, SLAMS THE DOOR.

 JACK (V.O.) So it went...


 Tyler works with a HALF DOZEN SPACE MONKEYS, preparing the square of backyard. They pull weeds, clear rocks; working with shovels, rakes, etc. They cart away WHEELBARROWS of rocks and carry in SACKS of FERTILIZER.

 JACK (V.O.) Tyler built his army.

 IN THE KITCHEN WINDOW, Jack watches...


 Jack keeps watching out the window, eats toast.

 JACK (V.O.) To what purpose, might one ask? Well, one might ask, if not for the first rule of Project Mayhem.

 Jack turns to look around the kitchen. THREE SPACE MONKEYS work -- one SCRUBBING the FLOOR, one WASHING DISHES, one SCRUBBING the walls. Jack walks out.

 JACK (V.O.) In Tyler We Trust.


 Jack opens his eyes, awakening to sunlight thru the window.

 JACK (V.O.) And, then...


 Jack slowly pushes open the door to Tyler's room...

 JACK Tyler...

 The room is empty. Jack stares.

 JACK (V.O.) He was gone.


 Jack comes downstairs... finds DOZENS of SPACE MONKEYS.


 Jack enters. Space Monkeys render fat and make soap. They pinch HERBS, adding them to the mix. They add VODKA. Off to the side, a couple Monkeys stir a vat of RICE. On the wall is a big bulletin board with HUNDREDS of DRIVER's LICENSES; a sign above it: "HUMAN SACRIFICES."

 FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY "You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap."

 JACK (V.O.) Planet Tyler.

 Jack dips a spoon into the rice, chomps on it irritatingly.

 FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY "We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

 Jack picks up a BOTTLE of VODKA.

 JACK (V.O.) I had to hug the walls, trapped inside this clockwork of Space Monkeys, cooking and working and sleeping in teams.


 Jack enters, vodka in hand. TEN SPACE MONKEYS here, reading.

 JACK (V.O.) The house became a living thing, wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. So many people moving, the house moved.

 Jack walks out.


 Jack enters. Angel Face reads a book, marks on a chart. Space Monkeys shuffle PAPERS and NEWS CLIPPINGS. Walls are lined with FILES, each labeled with a STREET ADDRESS, under SIGNS: "Mischief," "Disinformation," "Arson."

 Jack's eye lingers on "Arson." He starts flipping through a file. Angel Face comes to take the file from him.

 ANGEL FACE That wouldn't interest you.

 JACK Where's Tyler?

 ANGEL FACE The first rule of Project --

 JACK Right, right.

 As Angel Face replaces the file, Jack notices -- a LYE- BURNED KISS-SCAR on the back of Angel Face's hand.


 Jack takes a swig of vodka, smokes. In the BACKGROUND, a Space Monkey WHACKS an APPLICANT with a BROOM. It's a ritual; no words. Other Space Monkeys tend the garden.

 JACK (V.O.) 
I'm all alone. I Am Jack's Broken Heart.

 Jack drops his cigarette in the gravel, steps on it. A Space Monkey immediately comes to clean it up.

The Second Coming 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Natural Born Leader: Jack Kennedy's Challenge to Birtherism

Hey, would you look at that?

Who knew?

Senator John F. Kennedy today pledged that "high priority" would be given by a Democratic administration to the platform plank calling for amendments to the immigration and naturalization laws to ban discrimination based on national origin.

Source: Senate press release, "Naturalization Laws" (APP) , Aug 6, 1960


On July 30, 1965, President Lyndon Johnson, seated left, signed the Medicare Bill at the Harry S. Truman Library as, from left, Lady Bird Johnson, Vice President Hubert Humphrey, former President Harry Truman, and former First Lady Bess Truman watched. This bill-covering many health care expenses for senior citizens-was a part of LBJ's ambitious domestic agenda known as The Great Society.

Johnson credited Truman with “planting the seeds of compassion and duty which have today flowered into care for the sick and serenity for the fearful.”

Magnanimous as ever, Lyndon...

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Those post-Jack Kennedy coups-d'etats in full.

Look at subsequent events this way:

President Lyndon Baines Johnson: Removed from office by the Vietnam War and spiralling domestic social unrest.

President Richard Milhous Nixon: Re-elected, then removed from office by Richard Helms and the CIA, actuated via Hunt, McCord, Sturgis, Bremer, Woodward, Ben Bradlee and Catherine Graham - the CIA's fingerprints are all over Watergate.

President Gerald Ford: Removed from office by pardoning Richard Nixon, Watergate hangover fatigue and (to some extent) Ronald Reagan's insurgent candidacy.

President Jimmy Carter: Removed from office by former DCI and Ambassador to Iran Richard Helms (who learned the Shah of Iran had terminal cancer and no heir in 1975), former DCI George HW Bush, the 400+ CIA agents fired by Carter and Stansfield Turner and the "Agents for Bush" campaign group chaired by William Colby, liasing with Iranian radicals loyal to Khomani, who arranged and co-ordinated the hostage crisis from Washington. And Ted Kennedy.

President Ronald Reagan: Took a back seat in policy matters behind closed doors following his attempted (terminal) removal from office by the son of a major Texas fundraiser, business associate and member of the social circle of VP George HW Bush. Bush took a lead role on the (highly unconstitutional) Vice-Presidential Inter-governmental Task Forces on every key policy area from covert actions, illegal off-the-books wars, trading with the enemy to domestic law enforcement and social policy.

President George HW Bush: Removed from office by spoiler candidate H.Ross Perrot who ran because of personal fury and disgust at Bush/Reagan Administration conduct relating to Iran Contra-related covert operations and executive actions; somehow managed to avoid being assassinated... Presumably the new reigime at the Agency approved of this development or he had blackmail dirt on them. Nevertheless, an FBI-originating harrassment/blackmail intimidation campaign against Perrot conducted by Iran Contra and Lockerbie Bureau button-man Buck Revell succeeds in temporary knocking Perrot out of the campaign for a number of months via a dirty tricks gambit involving falsified pornographic photos of Perrot's daughter.

President Bill Clinton: Numerous military executions of key Clinton associates and close friends in bizarre accidents and suicides, often clustered together prior to mid-term and presidential elections. Clinton lawyer Vince Foster dead in seemingly faked suicide whilst working on legal briefs for Hillary relating to Whitewater, turns up dead with an unidentified blonde female hair on the corpse. Generally attributed to Hillary, the reality is that after Foster left the White House around 1pm, he went over to the Pentagon and was served lunch by a Miss Linda Tripp, who was the last person to see him alive. Who is a blonde. Bush era appointees and holdovers in the judiciary and federal agencies (most notably the ATF and the FBI) and 5th choice Attorney General Janet Reno between them manage to make Clinton look genocidal and totallitarian as all hell at Waco, Oklahoma City, Columbine and the 1993 WTC Bombing when Federal gun control laws pass along with resubmitted Republican-authored anti-terror laws they were unable to get passed in the 80s. Continual and repeated attempts to get an impeachment investigation going falter due to incontravertable links back to Iran-Contra via Mena in his Gubernatorial term in Arkansas, which cannot be raised for obvious reasons. Eventually impeached for lying in a video deposition for a nussance civil lawsuit that was thrown out of court by the judge before ever coming to court.

President George W. Bush: Loser of both the popular vote and the electoral college in the 2000 election, but awarded the Presidency in a 5-4 Supreme Court Ruling adjudicated overwhelmingly by Bush, Reagan and Nixon nominees. No serious attempts at removal from office. Clearly, everyone able to do so was perfectly happy to see him remain where he was for the duration.

President Barack Obama: See above, entries for Jimmy Cater and Bill Clinton. It's an election year, Hillary's friends are being assassinated and they are having a go at the embassies again.