Caesar Gallic Wars - Difference between Sunset observing Irish Druids and Mainland European Wickermen
Ben McBrady of the Old Gaelic Order.
Narrator :
When members of The Order first came to Ireland, they found that a mighty Druidic organisation existed there.
"Members of The Order WERE Druids -- they infiltrated the Druidic organisation which was a HIGHLY complex one -- and, err slightly... well, not slightly, but CONSIDERABLY different in Ireland from the continental Druids, who were described by Ceaser in his De Bello Gallicus, The Gallic Wars.
He -- most of his information came from a Druid named Davitiacus, who was living in Rome, and according to Divitiaticus, the Druids were The Priests and Philosphers and the Astronomers of The Celtic Tribes.
They were also Magicians and Lawgiver --
possibly Priest-Kings, but he doesn't make that clear....
Now, Caesar was particularly interested in the religions of subject peoples - because The Romans believed that if they captured the idols, they HAD the Gods, and The People made no more resistance to them.
That was one of their techniques of conquering, and ruling.
It served both purposes.
Now, The Druids -- According to Caesar...
There have been doubts thrown on whether this 'Divitiacus' existed or not -- but, according to Caesar, these Druids had a great annual ceremony, in which they had Sacrifices."
Narrator :
Historians now agree with Ben, that no Human Sacrifices took place in Ireland.
However, the Irish Druids DID have their ceremonies, among which were the celebration of Beltane at the beginning of May, and Samhain, in November.
"Now, these ceremonies were carried out, usually in Oak Groves -- The Oak was a sacred tree to The Celts, and to a lot of aboriginal people, primitive peoples who saw spirits in rocks and stones and rivers and growing things of all kinds.
The name of The Oak, the root term for 'Oak' is 'drua'; and from the practitioners under The Oak Groves, they got the term 'Dru-IDs', or 'Dru-iddi', which was The Roman Term for 'Druids'.
Now, in Ireland, by coincidence, synchronicity, call it what you like, the Druidic Order were
Worshippers of The Sunset :- The 'duh-Rhurr',
The Red God.
And, a Priest of that Order would be called a 'Chela duh-Rhurr',
A Servant of The Red God.
And with the very common thing that happens with Language nowadays, we DROP The First Term -- we drop The Substantive for The Adjective...
That process had continued all through time in Language --
And so, 'Chela duh-Rhurr' became 'duh-Rhurr', and 'duh-Rhurr' became 'druah', or 'druid'.
So that's how the confusion arises between The Druids of The Continent and The Druids of Ireland -- that they have the same NAME, but for different REASONS....."
“ I am sure the vast majority of law-abiding businessmen who are not parties to this propaganda fully appreciate the extent of the threat to honest business contained in this coercion.
I have expressed indignation at this form of campaigning and I am confident that the overwhelming majority of employers, workers and the general public share that indignation and will show it at the polls on Tuesday next.
Aside from this phase of it, I prefer to remember this campaign not as bitter but only as hard- fought. There should be no bitterness or hate where the sole thought is the welfare of the United States of America.
No man can occupy the office of President without realizing that he is President of allthe people.
It is because I have sought to think in terms of the whole Nation that I am confident that today, just as four years ago, the people want more than promises.
Our vision for the future contains more than promises.
This is our answer to those who, silent about their own plans, ask us to state our objectives.
Of course we will continue to seek to improve working conditions for the workers of America—to reduce hours over-long, to increase wages that spell starvation, to end the labor of children, to wipe out sweatshops. Of course we will continue every effort to end monopoly in business, to support collective bargaining, to stop unfair competition, to abolish dishonorable trade practices.
For all these we have only just begun to fight.
Of course we will continue to work for cheaper electricity in the homes and on the farms of America, for better and cheaper transportation, for low interest rates, for sounder home financing, for better banking, for the regulation of security issues, for reciprocal trade among nations, for the wiping out of slums.
For all these we have only just begun to fight.
Of course we will continue our efforts in behalf of the farmers of America. With their continued cooperation we will do all in our power to end the piling up of huge surpluses which spelled ruinous prices for their crops. We will persist in successful action for better land use, for reforestation, for the conservation of water all the way from its source to the sea, for drought and flood control, for better marketing facilities for farm commodities, for a definite reduction of farm tenancy, for encouragement of farmer cooperatives, for crop insurance and a stable food supply.
For all these we have only just begun to fight.
Of course we will provide useful work for the needy unemployed; we prefer useful work to the pauperism of a dole.
Here and now I want to make myself clear about those who disparage their fellow citizens on the relief rolls. They say that those on relief are not merely jobless—that they are worthless.
Their solution for the relief problem is to end relief—to purge the rolls by starvation.
To use the language of the stock broker, our needy unemployed would be cared for when, as, and if some fairy godmother should happen on the scene.
You and I will continue to refuse to accept that estimate of our unemployed fellow Americans. Your Government is still on the same side of the street with the Good Samaritan and not with those who pass by on the other side.
Again—what of our objectives?
Of course we will continue our efforts for young men and women so that they may obtain an education and an opportunity to put it to use. Of course we will continue our help for the crippled, for the blind, for the mothers, our insurance for the unemployed, our security for the aged. Of course we will continue to protect the consumer against unnecessary price spreads, against the costs that are added by monopoly and speculation. We will continue our successful efforts to increase his purchasing power and to keep it constant.
For these things, too, and for a multitude of others like them, we have only just begun to fight.
All this—all these objectives—spell peace at home. All our actions, all our ideals, spell also peace with other nations.
Today there is war and rumor of war. We want none of it. But while we guard our shores against threats of war, we will continue to remove the causes of unrest and antagonism at home which might make our people easier victims to those for whom foreign war is profitable. You know well that those who stand to profit by war are not on our side in this campaign.
“Peace on Earth, good will toward Men”— Democracy must cling to that message.
For it is my deep conviction that democracy cannot live without that true religion which gives a nation a sense of justice and of moral purpose. Above our political forums, above our market places stand the altars of our faith—altars on which burn the fires of devotion that maintain all that is best in us and all that is best in our Nation.
We have need of that devotion today. It is that which makes it possible for government to persuade those who are mentally prepared to fight each other to go on instead, to work for and to sacrifice for each other. That is why we need to say with the Prophet: “What doth the Lord require of thee— but to do justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with thy God.”
That is why the recovery we seek, the recovery we are winning, is more than economic. In it are included justice and love and humility, not for ourselves as individuals alone, but for our Nation.
"Something is added to cricket by the angle of the sun as it stands at four o'clock in early September.
The
shadows are longer, there's a suggestion of colder days approaching, of
Circular Time, of aspects of our lives dying away and returning.
The other sort of time is called Linear Time -- Life is hard and then one dies.... if that's something one is liable to do.
Cricket, to me, seems to stand for The Former and against The Latter.
It's
something that dies but returns and writes mortals into History, in
stories and statistics. Perhaps that's why it appeals to me.
I, also, die and return, like a hardy perennial.
However,
Linear Time is currently impinging on the Hampshire town of Stockbridge
in the form of an end-of-season struggle to avoid relegation from the
top-most league of village cricket.
They're
raging against the dying of the light, they need wins not draws. They
need umpires to take the brightest possible view of those stormy skies
overhead.
They
need to play in horizontal rain if they have to. I've seen them do just
that in the last couple of weeks, but I've joined them so late this
year that I may not be much help...."
Section 2. The Occasional Expulsion of Evils in a Material Vehicle.
THE VEHICLE which conveys away the demons may be of various kinds. A common one is a little ship or boat. Thus, in the southern district of the island of Ceram, when a whole village suffers from sickness, a small ship is made and filled with rice, tobacco, eggs, and so forth, which have been contributed by all the people. A little sail is hoisted on the ship. When all is ready, a man calls out in a very loud voice, “O all ye sicknesses, ye smallpoxes, agues, measles, etc., who have visited us so long and wasted us so sorely, but who now cease to plague us, we have made ready this ship for you, and we have furnished you with provender sufficient for the voyage. Ye shall have no lack of food nor of betel-leaves nor of areca nuts nor of tobacco. Depart, and sail away from us directly; never come near us again; but go to a land which is far from here. Let all the tides and winds waft you speedily thither, and so convey you thither that for the time to come we may live sound and well, and that we may never see the sun rise on you again.” Then ten or twelve men carry the vessel to the shore, and let it drift away with the land-breeze, feeling convinced that they are free from sickness for ever, or at least till the next time. If sickness attacks them again, they are sure it is not the same sickness, but a different one, which in due time they dismiss in the same manner. When the demon-laden bark is lost to sight, the bearers return to the village, whereupon a man cries out, “The sicknesses are now gone, vanished, expelled, and sailed away.” At this all the people come running out of their houses, passing the word from one to the other with great joy, beating on gongs and on tinkling instruments. 1
Similar ceremonies are commonly resorted to in other East Indian islands. Thus in Timor-laut, to mislead the demons who are causing sickness, a small proa, containing the image of a man and provisioned for a long voyage, is allowed to drift away with wind and tide. As it is being launched, the people cry, “O sickness, go from here; turn back; what do you here in this poor land?” Three days after this ceremony a pig is killed, and part of the flesh is offered to Dudilaa, who lives in the sun. One of the oldest men says, “Old sir, I beseech you make well the grand-children, children, women, and men, that we may be able to eat pork and rice and to drink palmwine. I will keep my promise. Eat your share, and make all the people in the village well.” If the proa is stranded at any inhabited spot, the sickness will break out there. Hence a stranded proa excites much alarm amongst the coast population, and they immediately burn it, because demons fly from fire. In the island of Buru the proa which carries away the demons of disease is about twenty feet long, rigged out with sails, oars, anchor, and so on, and well stocked with provisions. For a day and a night the people beat gongs and drums, and rush about to frighten the demons. Next morning ten stalwart young men strike the people with branches, which have been previously dipped in an earthen pot of water. As soon as they have done so, they run down to the beach, put the branches on board the proa, launch another boat in great haste, and tow the disease-burdened bark far out to sea. There they cast it off, and one of them calls out, “Grandfather Smallpox, go away—go willingly away—go visit another land; we have made you food ready for the voyage, we have now nothing more to give.” When they have landed, all the people bathe together in the sea. In this ceremony the reason for striking the people with the branches is clearly to rid them of the disease-demons, which are then supposed to be transferred to the branches. Hence the haste with which the branches are deposited in the proa and towed away to sea. So in the inland districts of Ceram, when smallpox or other sickness is raging, the priest strikes all the houses with consecrated branches, which are then thrown into the river, to be carried down to the sea; exactly as amongst the Wotyaks of Russia the sticks which have been used for expelling the devils from the village are thrown into the river, that the current may sweep the baleful burden away. The plan of putting puppets in the boat to represent sick persons, in order to lure the demons after them, is not uncommon. For example, most of the pagan tribes on the coast of Borneo seek to drive away epidemic disease as follows. They carve one or more rough human images from the pith of the sago palm and place them on a small raft or boat or full-rigged Malay ship together with rice and other food. The boat is decked with blossoms of the areca palm and with ribbons made from its leaves, and thus adorned the little craft is allowed to float out to sea with the ebb-tide, bearing, as the people fondly think or hope, the sickness away with it. 2
Often the vehicle which carries away the collected demons or ills of a whole community is an animal or scapegoat. In the Central Provinces of India, when cholera breaks out in a village, every one retires after sunset to his house. The priests then parade the streets, taking from the roof of each house a straw, which is burnt with an offering of rice, ghee, and turmeric, at some shrine to the east of the village. Chickens daubed with vermilion are driven away in the direction of the smoke, and are believed to carry the disease with them. If they fail, goats are tried, and last of all pigs. When cholera rages among the Bhars, Mallans, and Kurmis of India, they take a goat or a buffalo—in either case the animal must be a female, and as black as possible—then having tied some grain, cloves, and red lead in a yellow cloth on its back they turn it out of the village. The animal is conducted beyond the boundary and not allowed to return. Sometimes the buffalo is marked with a red pigment and driven to the next village, where he carries the plague with him. 3
Amongst the Dinkas, a pastoral people of the White Nile, each family possesses a sacred cow. When the country is threatened with war, famine, or any other public calamity, the chiefs of the village require a particular family to surrender their sacred cow to serve as a scapegoat. The animal is driven by the women to the brink of the river and across it to the other bank, there to wander in the wilderness and fall a prey to ravening beasts. Then the women return in silence and without looking behind them; were they to cast a backward glance, they imagine that the ceremony would have no effect. In 1857, when the Aymara Indians of Bolivia and Peru were suffering from a plague, they loaded a black llama with the clothes of the plague-stricken people, sprinkled brandy on the clothes, and then turned the animal loose on the mountains, hoping that it would carry the pest away with it. 4
Occasionally the scapegoat is A Man. For example, from time to time the gods used to warn the King of Uganda that his foes the Banyoro were working magic against him and his people to make them die of disease. To avert such a catastrophe the king would send a scapegoat to the frontier of Bunyoro, the land of the enemy. The scapegoat consisted of either a man and a boy or a woman and her child, chosen because of some mark or bodily defect, which the gods had noted and by which the victims were to be recognised. With the human victims were sent a cow, a goat, a fowl, and a dog; and a strong guard escorted them to the land which the god had indicated. There the limbs of the victims were broken and they were left to die a lingering death in the enemy’s country, being too crippled to crawl back to Uganda. The disease or plague was thought to have been thus transferred to the victims and to have been conveyed back in their persons to the land from which it came. 5
Some of the aboriginal tribes of China, as a protection against pestilence, select a man of great muscular strength to act the part of scapegoat. Having besmeared his face with paint, he performs many antics with the view of enticing all pestilential and noxious influences to attach themselves to him only. He is assisted by a priest. Finally the scapegoat, hotly pursued by men and women beating gongs and tom-toms, is driven with great haste out of the town or village. In the Punjaub a cure for the murrain is to hire a man of the Chamar caste, turn his face away from the village, brand him with a red-hot sickle, and let him go out into the jungle taking the murrain with him. He must not look back. 6
On December 26, 1889, The Coward Robert Ford survived an assassination attempt in Kansas City, Kansas when an assailant tried to slit his throat.
Within a few years, Ford settled in Colorado, where he opened a saloon-gambling house in Walsenberg. When silver was found in Creede, Ford closed his saloon and opened one there. Ford purchased a lot and on May 29, 1892 opened Ford’s Exchange, said to have been a dance hall. Six days later, the entire business district, including Ford’s Exchange, burned to the ground in a major fire. Ford opened a tent saloon until he could rebuild.
Three days after the fire, on June 8, 1892, Edward O’Kelley entered Ford’s tent saloon with a shotgun. According to witnesses, Ford’s back was turned. O’Kelley said, “Hello, Bob.” As Ford turned to see who it was, O’Kelley fired both barrels, killing Ford instantly.
O’Kelley hence became “The Man Who Killed The Man Who Killed Jesse James”. O’Kelley’s sentence was commuted because of a 7,000-signature petition in favor of his release and a medical condition, and he was released on October 3, 1902. O’Kelley was subsequently killed on January 13, 1904 while trying to SHOOT a POLICEMAN.
TOMBSTONE Clip - Gunfight at The O.K. Corral (1993) Kurt Russell
"We're here to disarm you.
Throw up your hands."
LITTLE BILL
I'll have that .32, Bob.
BOB
(turning to face LITTLE BILL)
Now, Little Bill, you will leave me at the mercy of my enemies.
(He opens the other side of his jacket to reveal a smaller pistol)
LITTLE BILL
(walking forward to take pistol)
Enemies, Bob?
You been talking about The Queen again?
On Independence Day?
(He begins to beat BOB savagely. after knocking him into the street he begins to kick BOB).
LITTLE BILL
I guess you think I'm kicking you, Bob. It ain't so.
What I'm doing is talking. You here?
I'm talking to all those villains down there in Kansas.
I'm talking to those villains in Missouri.
And all those villains down there in Cheyenne, and I'm telling them there ain't no whores gold.
And even if there was, well they wouldn't want to come looking for it anyhow.
What are you all looking at? Go on!
Get out of here! Scoot!
Go on, mind your own business.
LITTLE BILL
Well, sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch.
You just shot an un-armed man.
MUNNY
Well, he should have armed himself if he was going to decorate his saloon with my friend.
LITTLE BILL
You'd be William Munny out of Missouri.
Killer of Women and Children.
MUNNY
That's right. I've killed just about anything that walked or crawled at one time or another -
and I'm here to kill you, Little Bill, for what you did to Ned.
Proclamation—Rebellion in the Territory of Utah
April 06, 1858
BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
A PROCLAMATION
Whereas the Territory of Utah was settled by certain emigrants from the States and from foreign countries who have for several years past manifested a spirit of insubordination to the Constitution and laws of the United States. The great mass of those settlers, acting under the influence of leaders to whom they seem to have surrendered their judgment, refuse to be controlled by any other authority. They have been often advised to obedience, and these friendly counsels have been answered with defiance. The officers of the Federal Government have been driven from the Territory for no offense but an effort to do their sworn duty; others have been prevented from going there by threats of assassination; judges have been violently interrupted in the performance of their functions, and the records of the courts have been seized and destroyed or concealed. Many other acts of unlawful violence have been perpetrated, and the right to repeat them has been openly claimed by the leading inhabitants, with at least the silent acquiescence of nearly all the others. Their hostility to the lawful government of the country has at length become so violent that no officer bearing a commission from the Chief Magistrate of the Union can enter the Territory or remain there with safety, and all those officers recently appointed have been unable to go to Salt Lake or anywhere else in Utah beyond the immediate power of the Army. Indeed, such is believed to be the condition to which a strange system of terrorism has brought the inhabitants of that region that no one among them could express an opinion favorable to this Government, or even propose to obey its laws, without exposing his life and property to peril.
After carefully considering this state of affairs and maturely weighing the obligation I was under to see the laws faithfully executed, it seemed to me right and proper that I should make such use of the military force at my disposal as might be necessary to protect the Federal officers in going into the Territory of Utah and in performing their duties after arriving there. I accordingly ordered a detachment of the Army to march for the city of Salt Lake, or within reach of that place, and to act in case of need as a posse for the enforcement of the laws. But in the meantime the hatred of that misguided people for the just and legal authority of the Government had become so intense that they resolved to measure their military strength with that of the Union. They have organized an armed force far from contemptible in point of numbers and trained it, if not with skill, at least with great assiduity and perseverance. While the troops of the United States were on their march a train of baggage wagons, which happened to be unprotected, was attacked and destroyed by a portion of the Mormon forces and the provisions and stores with which the train was laden were wantonly burnt. In short, their present attitude is one of decided and unreserved enmity to the United States and to all their loyal citizens. Their determination to oppose the authority of the Government by military force has not only been expressed in words, but manifested in overt acts of the most unequivocal character.
Fellow-citizens of Utah, this is rebellion against the Government to which you owe allegiance; it is levying war against the United States, and involves you in the guilt of treason. Persistence in it will bring you to condign punishment, to ruin, and to shame; for it is mere madness to suppose that with your limited resources you can successfully resist the force of this great and powerful nation.
If you have calculated upon the forbearance of the United States, if you have permitted yourselves to suppose that this Government will fail to put forth its strength and bring you to submission, you have fallen into a grave mistake. You have settled upon territory which lies, geographically, in the heart of the Union. The land you live upon was purchased by the United States and paid for out of their Treasury; the proprietary right and title to it is in them, and not in you. Utah is bounded on every side by States and Territories whose people are true to the Union. It is absurd to believe that they will or can permit you to erect in their very midst a government of your own, not only independent of the authority which they all acknowledge, but hostile to them and their interests.
Do not deceive yourselves nor try to mislead others by propagating the idea that this is a crusade against your religion. The Constitution and laws of this country can take no notice of your creed, whether it be true or false. That is a question between your God and yourselves, in which I disclaim all right to interfere. If you obey the laws, keep the peace, and respect the just rights of others, you will be perfectly secure, and may live on in your present faith or change it for another at your pleasure. Every intelligent man among you knows very well that this Government has never, directly or indirectly, sought to molest you in your worship, to control you in your ecclesiastical affairs, or even to influence you in your religious opinions.
This rebellion is not merely a violation of your legal duty; it is without just cause, without reason, without excuse. You never made a complaint that was not listened to with patience; you never exhibited a real grievance that was not redressed as promptly as it could be. The laws and regulations enacted for your government by Congress have been equal and just, and their enforcement was manifestly necessary for your own welfare and happiness. You have never asked their repeal. They are similar in every material respect to the laws which have been passed for the other Territories of the Union, and which everywhere else (with one partial exception) have been cheerfully obeyed. No people ever lived who were freer from unnecessary legal restraints than you. Human wisdom never devised a political system which bestowed more blessings or imposed lighter burdens than the Government of the United States in its operation upon the Territories.
But being anxious to save the effusion of blood and to avoid the indiscriminate punishment of a whole people for crimes of which it is not probable that all are equally guilty, I offer now a free and full pardon to all who will submit themselves to the just authority of the Federal Government. If you refuse to accept it, let the consequences fall upon your own heads. But I conjure you to pause deliberately and reflect well before you reject this tender of peace and good will.
Now, therefore, I, James Buchanan, President of the United States, have thought proper to issue this my proclamation, enjoining upon all public officers in the Territory of Utah to be diligent and faithful, to the full extent of their power, in the execution of the laws; commanding all citizens of the United States in said Territory to aid and assist the officers in the performance of their duties; offering to the inhabitants of Utah who shall submit to the laws a free pardon for the seditions and treasons heretofore by them committed; warning those who shall persist, after notice of this proclamation, in the present rebellion against the United States that they must expect no further lenity, but look to be rigorously dealt with according to their deserts; and declaring that the military forces now in Utah and hereafter to be sent there will not be withdrawn until the inhabitants of that Territory shall manifest a proper sense of the duty which they owe to this Government.
In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed to these presents. Done at the city of Washington the 6th day of April, 1858, and of the Independence of the United States the eighty-second.
"I was lucky in the order, but then I've always been lucky when it comes to killing folks."
LITTLE BILL
All right, boys, settle down now. I want you to settle down. I got something to say to you.
Settle down. I want to tell you something. All right, I'm going to say this just one more time to make it clear, so don't ask me again. Those of you who posseed with me today have got one drink coming from the county budget. (Cheers)
INT NIGHT -- GREELY'S
(LITTLE BILL is standing on the stairs orating to his men. Behind him stand ALICE, LITTLE SUE, FAITH, and SILKY.)
LITTLE BILL
And those of you who rode with me yesterday, you get one drink for that too.
(more cheers)
Now, hold it! Now that's two but after that it comes out of your own pocket, you hear me, Skinny.
SKINNY
Yes, sir.
LITTLE BILL
Allright.We're pulling out early in the morning. We're going to chase these fellas clear down to Texas only don't spend too much of your own money.
(There is laughter all around and no-one notices MUNNY enter the bar. He raises his shotgun)
LITTLE BILL
We'll devide up into four parties and we'll hit all the farms and the trails and we'll make a big circle....
(At this point BEAUCHAMP has seen MUNNY and begun backing away. A moment later ALICE see's him as well)
LITTLE BILL
.... We're bound to run into somebody that's seen these (pistol cocks) skunks.
(LITTLE BILL turns to see MUNNY, gun raised, looking at him. Everyone else looks as well. There is a tense moment where the only sound is the thunder outside then MUNNY levels the rifle.)
MUNNY
Who's the fella that owns this shithole? You.
(Motions towards FATTY)
Fat man, speak up.
SKINNY
Uh, I own this establisment. Bought it from Greely for a thousand dollars.
MUNNY
(Motions to crowd around SKINNY)
MUNNY
You'd better clear out of there
(Aims rifle at SKINNY)
GROUP
Yes sir
(They all move away)
LITTLE BILL
Just hold it right there. Hold it.
(MUNNY shoots SKINNY, killing him instantly)
LITTLE BILL
Well, sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch.
You just shot an un-armed man.
MUNNY
Well, he should have armed himself if he was going to decorate his saloon with my friend.
LITTLE BILL
You'd be William Munny out of Missouri.
Killer of Women and Children.
MUNNY
That's right.
I've killed just about anything that walked or crawled at one time or another, and I'm here to kill you, Little Bill, for what you did to Ned.
(to crowd)
You boys better move away.
(They do)
LITTLE BILL
All right, gentlemen, he's got one barrel left.
When he fires that take out your pistols and shoot him down like the mangy scoundrel he is.
(The crowd watches as fear has them transfixed watching the test of wills between MUNNY and LITTLE BILL plays out. After a long silence MUNNY pulls the trigger but all we hear is a dry click)
LITTLE BILL
Mis-fire! Kill the son of a bitch!
(reaches for his pistol)
(MUNNY throws the rifle at LITTLE BILL and pulls the Schofield from his belt. He shoots LITTLE BILL in the gut knocking him to the floor. He quickly turns and begins to cut down the deputies. CLYDE is first, shot trying to draw his pistol. ANDY and FATTY have begun firing but MUNNY shoots them next. ANDY is thrown backwards while FATTY runs for the door.
CHARLIE thinks likewise and heads out the rear of the saloon. FATTY isn't so lucky. He runs towards the front door which means he must cross the path of MUNNY where he is shot in the chest. After he falls to the floor there is a lull in the shooting. MUNNY rises from where he has been crouched and begins walking across the bar toward the group of men cowering by the bar.)
MUNNY
(Pointing pistol at them)
Any man don't want to get killed better clear on out the back.
(MUNNY watches the remaining ocupants of the bar walk quickly out the back door and then he walks to the bar. There he picks up a bottle of whiskey and, uncorking it, pours himself a glass.
He hasn't taken more than a sip when he hears the sound of someone struggling behind him. He turns raising his pistol and we see BEAUCHAMP pushing the body of FATTY off of him.)
BEAUCHAMP
(Seeing blood on his shirt)
I'm shot! I've been shot!
MUNNY
You ain't shot.
BEAUCHAMP
Please.
(MUNNY cocks his pistol)
I don't have a gun. I am not armed.
MUNNY
Pick up that rifle.
(BEAUCHAMP looks at the weapon but makes no motion)
Pick it up!
(BEAUCHAMP picks up the rifle awkwardly)
MUNNY
Shells, too,
(BEAUCHAMP does this. MUNNY walks forward and takes the rifle and shells from BEAUCHAMP)
BEAUCHAMP
(Wiping his brow)
Oh God!
(He sees LITTLE BILL lying on the floor)
You killed Little Bill.
MUNNY
(Points the gun at him)
Sure you ain't armed.
BEAUCHAMP
(raising his hands in surrender)
No. Look, I'm not. I don't have a gun. I've never had a gun. I write. I'm a writer.
MUNNY
(Begins re-loading the rifle)
A writer?
BEAUCHAMP
Yes.
MUNNY
Letters and such?
BEAUCHAMP
No, Books.
MUNNY
Books.
BEAUCHAMP
You..... you killed five men single-handed.
MUNNY
Yeah.
BEAUCHAMP
Uh.... That's a Spencer rifle, right.
MUNNY
That's right.
BEAUCHAMP
(picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder)
Who, uh... Who'd you kill first?
MUNNY
Huh?
BEAUCHAMP
When confronted by superior numbers an experienced gunfighter will always fire on the best shot first.
MUNNY
Is that so.
BEAUCHAMP
Yeah, Little Bill told me that.
You probably killed him first, didn't you?
MUNNY
I was lucky in the order, but I've always been lucky when it comes to killing folks.
BEAUCHAMP
And so... who was next? It was Clyde, right? It must have been Clyde.
Well, it could have been deputy Andy.
(We see LITTLE BILL move his arm)
MUNNY
All I can tell you is who's going to be last.
(He levels the rifle at BEAUCHAMP who quickly heads for the front door. MUNNY watches him go and then turns to the bar and finished his drink. Behind him LITTLE BILL has picked up his pistol and is raising it. MUNNY hears the pistol cock and turns quickly. Seeing LITTLE BILL he steps on his gun arm forcing it to the ground. This causes the pistol to fire. At the same time he brings his rifle down and levels it point blank on LITTLE BILL's head. LITTLE BILL exhales slowly.)
LITTLE BILL
I don't deserve this.
To die like this.
I was building a house.
MUNNY
Deserve's got nothing to do with it.
LITTLE BILL
I'll see you in hell, William Munny.
MUNNY
(Cocks rifle)
Yeah.
(MUNNY aims the rifle slowly and shoots LITTLE BILL. He quickly turns and heads towards the
door. Onn the way he passes CLYDE who is still alive and has begun to moan. Without breaking
stride MUNNY shoots him. He opens one side of the door and kneels behind the closed side. He
cocks his gun and begins to yell.)
MUNNY
All right, I'm coming out. Any man I see out there I'm gonna kill him. Any son of a bitch takes a shot at me, I'm not only going to kill him, I'm going to kill his wife and all his friends and burn his damn house down.
(He stands and walks cautiously out of the bar)
Nobody better shoot.
(He pauses and looks at NED one last time then walks on. Hiding behind a fence we see CHARLEY and another man.)
CITIZEN
Go ahead, Charley, shoot him.
(Charley raises his rifle at MUNNY who is is walking to his horse but he is ultimately afraid to shoot.
He hands the rifle to his companion who refuses the offer)
CHARLEY
Here!
CITIZEN
Hell no! I ain't no deputy.
(BEAUCHAMP pushes his way between the two of them to get a better look at the departing MUNNY)
(MUNNY gets on his horse right away, for the first time, and turns to leave. BEAUCHAMP has come into the street and he is putting on his glasses. MUNNY rides to the front of the bar and then begins to yell.)
MUNNY
You better bury Ned right.
You better not cut up nor otherwise harm no whores.
(The women begin to come out to see him leave)
Or I'll come back and kill every one of you son's of bitches.
(MUNNY rides fout of town past the growing crowd of people. We see DELILAH especially
watching him leave with a look of combined love, respect, and fear on her face).
EXT NIGHT -- WILLIAM MUNNY'S FARM
(We see the sillouett of MUNNY walking towards the grave of Claudia. The sun is setting. Over the scene crawls:)
Some years later, Mrs. Ansonia Feathers made the arduous journey to Hodgeman County
to visit the last resting place of her only daughter.
Willaim Munny has long since disappeared with the children.... some said to San Fransisco where it was rumored he prospered in dry goods.
And there was nothing on the marker to explain to Mrs. Feathers why her only daughter had
married a known thief and murderer, a man of notoriously viscious and intemperate disposition.
(Close on the MUNNY'S FARM. Same scene now minus any sign of inhabitance.)
LITTLE BILL is sitting at a table reading "The Duke of Death".
English BOB lies, beaten, inside one of the rooms two cells. BEAUCHAMP is sitting in the cell with him.
LITTLE BILL
Boy, they look like real hard cases, Bob.
Did you kill allseven of them dead or did you just wingsome of 'em?
"I wanna tell ya this - and Brother Jack, I say it publicly - that's when They announced that Magic Johnson had a virus that brings on AIDS, that there were between 5-10,000 black people THAT DAY, that were SO depressed, and SO hurt that they lost The Will to Fight The Virus, and The Virus GOT their ass — in The Depression.
You see, Your Mind has a LOT to do with the willingness of Your Body to let a Virus penetrate the Living Part of your cell.
And so, when you announce that a $25,000,000 a year Black Man is on AZT - which kills ALL of your cells... Not just The Bad Part, it kills The Good Part too -
Now, that's CONTROLLED DEATH."
" Now, if you've got a Black Man with $25,000,000 in his pocket, can fly ANYWHERE in The Planet to get a remedy, and you got a n**** to stand up and say,
"I got it. I quit. I'm on AZT."
Then you got yourself A Real FOOL. "
Dr. D. Willard Bliss (the 'D' stood for Doctor, his actual first name) - "Bliss was a uniquely arrogant and ambitious man, and he just took charge," Millard said.
There would be no second opinions. For an excruciating 80 days, made even worse by the oppressively hot Washington summer, Garfield suffered stoically as his condition worsened.
"He is riddled with infection at this point, he has these abscesses all through his body," Millard said.
And he was starving to death. Unable to keep down the rich sumptuous meals he was being fed, the president's weight plunged from 210 pounds to 130.
In a panic to find the bullet still lodged in the president, Bliss called on Alexander Graham Bell - yes, THAT Bell, the inventor of the telephone.
Bell's task: Use his "induction balance," a kind of metal detector, to find the bullet so it could be extracted once and for all.
Unbeknownst to Bell, Garfield was lying on a bed made of metal springs, rare at the time - "Which is obviously going to affect a metal detector!" said Millard.
"But worse than that, Bliss had believed - and had publicly stated - that the bullet was on the right side of the president's body. And he would only let Bell examine that part of the president's body. And of course the bullet had gone to the left."
"Willful ignorance?"asked Rocca.
"It's just one of the incredible dangers of ambition. He did not want to be proven wrong."
President Garfield finally died on September 19, 1881.
The autopsy confirmed Bliss' ignorance.
"So President Garfield didn't have to die," said Dr. Reznick. "President Garfield died because of what his doctors did to him, and what his doctors DIDN'T do to him."
Reynard and me would argue all the time in this little Indian restaurant they had in San Francisco.
There was a picture of Bill Clinton on the wall.
There's no difference between Fate and Free Will.
Here I am; put here, come here.
No difference. Same thing.
Nothing ends that isn't something else starting.
So which side are you on? Do you know yet?
Anyhow. I've said my bit and it's your go now... so while you're thinking about it, think about this... my mate Elfayed told me something when I was little and wanking about twenty times a day:
"We made gods and jailers because we felt small and alone,"
he said.
"We let them try us and judge us and, like lambs to the slaughter, we allowed ourselves to be...
sentenced.
See! Now! Our sentence is up."
" Welcome, Fool.
You have come of your own Free Will to the appointed place.
The Game is over. The Game of The Hunted leading The Hunter. "
In Ken Burns's documentary The Civil War, Shelby Foote notes that historians are not quite sure how The Rebel Yell sounded, being described as
"a foxhunt yip mixed up with sort of a banshee squall".
He recounts the story of an old Confederate veteran invited to speak before a ladies' society dinner.
They asked him for a demonstration of the rebel yell, but he refused on the grounds that it could only be done "at a run", and couldn't be done anyway with "a mouth full of false teeth and a stomach full of food".
Anecdotes from former Union Soldiers described the yell with reference to "a peculiar corkscrew sensation that went up your spine when you heard it" along with the comment that "if you claim you heard it and weren't scared that means you never heard it".
In the final episode, a sound newsreel of a 1930s meeting of Civil War veterans has a Confederate veteran giving a Rebel yell for the occasion, sounding as a "wa-woo-woohoo".
In his autobiography My Own Story, Bernard Baruch recalls how his father, a former surgeon in the Confederate army, would at the sound of the song "Dixie" jump up and give the rebel yell, no matter where he was:
"As soon as the tune started Mother knew what was coming and so did we boys.
Mother would catch him by the coattails and plead, 'Shush, Doctor, shush'.
But it never did any good. I have seen Father, ordinarily a model of reserve and dignity, leap up in the Metropolitan Opera House and let loose that piercing yell."
The Confederate yell was intended to help control fear. As one soldier explained:
"I always said if I ever went into a charge, I wouldn't holler!
But the very first time I fired off my gun I hollered as loud as I could and I hollered every breath till we stopped."
Jubal Early once told some troops who hesitated to charge because they were out of ammunition:
