POLIO

"I have always been willing to put myself at great personal risk for the sake of entertainment and I’ve always been willing to put you at great personal risk for the same reason. 

As far as I’m concerned, all of this airport security, all the searches, the screenings, the cameras, the questions, it’s just one more way of reducing your liberty, and reminding you that they can fuck with you anytime they want… 
As long as you put up with it… 
As long as you put up with it -- 

Which means of course anytime they want, cause that’s what Americans do now, they’re always willing to trade away a little of their freedom in exchange for the feeling, The Illusion of Security.

What we have now is a completely neurotic population obsessed with security and safety and crime and drugs and cleanliness and hygiene and germs… 

There’s another thing… germs. 

Where did this sudden fear of germs come from in this country? Have you noticed this?

The Media, constantly running stories about all the latest infections – salmonella, e-coli, hanta virus, bird flu – and Americans, they panic easily so now everybody’s running around, scrubbing this and spraying that and overcooking their food and repeatedly washing their hands, trying to avoid all contact with germs. 

It’s ridiculous and it goes to ridiculous lengths. 

In prisons, before they give you a lethal injection, 
They swab your arm with alcohol! It’s True! 
Yeah! Well, they don’t want you to get an infection! 

And you could see their point; wouldn’t want some guy to go to Hell and be sick! 
It would take a lot of the sportsmanship out of the whole execution. 

Fear of germs… why these fucking pussies! 

You can’t even get a decent hamburger anymore! 
They cook the shit out of everything now cause everybody’s afraid of food poisoning! 

Hey, where’s your sense of adventure? 
Take a fucking chance will you? 
You know how many people die in this country from food poisoning every year? 

9000… That’s all; it’s a minor risk! 

Take a fucking chance… bunch of goddamn pussies! 

Besides, what do you think you have an immune system for? 
It’s for killing germs! But it needs practice… 

It needs germs to practice on. So listen! 
If you kill all the germs around you, and live a completely sterile life....

Then when germs do come along, you’re not gonna be prepared. 

And never mind ordinary germs, what are you gonna do when some super virus comes along that turns your vital organs into liquid shit? 

I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do… 

You’re gonna get sick, 
You’re gonna die, and 
You’re gonna deserve it cause you’re fucking weak 
and you got a fucking weak immune system!

Let me tell you a true story about immunization okay? When I was a little boy in New York City in the 1940s, we swam in the Hudson River and it was filled with raw sewage okay? We swam in raw sewage! You know… to cool off! And at that time, the big fear was polio; 
Thousands of kids died from polio every year but you know something? 

In my neighbourhood, no one ever got polio! 
No one! Ever! 
You know why? 

'Cause we swam in raw sewage! 
It strengthened our immune systems! 

The polio never had a prayer -- 
We were tempered in raw shit! 

So personally, I never take any special precautions against germs. 

I don’t shy away from people that sneeze and cough, 
I don’t wipe off the telephone, I don’t cover the toilet seat, 
and if I drop food on the floor, I pick it up and eat it! 
Yes I do. 

Even if I’m at a sidewalk café! 
In Calcutta! 
The poor section! 
On New Year’s morning during a soccer riot! 


And you know something? 
In spite of all that so-called risky behaviour, I never get infections, I don’t get them, I don’t get colds, I don’t get flu, I don’t get headaches, I don’t get upset stomach, you know why? 

'Cause I got a good strong immune system and it gets a lot of practice. 

My immune system is equipped with the biological equivalent of fully automatic military assault rifles with night vision and laser scopes, and we have recently acquired phosphorous grenades, cluster bombs, and anti-personnel fragmentation mines. 

So when my white blood cells are on patrol recon ordering my blood stream seeking out strangers and other undesirables, if they see any, ANY suspicious looking germs of any kind, they don’t fuck around! 

They whip out their weapons; they wax the motherfucker and deposit the unlucky fellow directly into my colon! 
Into my colon! 

There’s no nonsense, there’s no Miranda warning, there’s none of that “three strikes and you’re out” shit, first defense, BAM… 

Into the colon you go! 
And speaking of my colon, I want you to know I don’t automatically wash my hands every time I go to the bathroom okay? 

Can you deal with that? 
Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. 

You know when I wash my hands? 
When I shit on them! 

That’s the only time. And you know how often that happens? 
Tops, TOPS, 2-3 times a week tops! 
Maybe a little more frequently over the holidays, you know what I mean? 

And I’ll tell you something else my well-scrubbed friends…You don’t need to always need to shower every day, did you know that? 

It’s overkill, unless you work out or work outdoors, or for some reason come in intimate contact with huge amounts of filth and garbage every day, you don’t always need to shower. 

All you really need to do is to wash the four key areas; 
Armpits, Asshole, Crotch, and Teeth. 
Got that? 


Armpits, Asshole, Crotch, and Teeth. 

In fact, you can save yourself a whole lot of time if you simply use the same brush on all four areas!

Bill Gates

So you want to be a billionaire? Easy. Just come from a well-connected, eugenics-obsessed elitist insider family and steal, swindle and scam your way to the top. 

Getting rid of your billions in a way that benefits you and helps to depopulate the earth, however…now that’s the hard part. 

Join us today as we study the master of billionaire-fueled, eugenics-driven philanthropy of our times: Bill Gates.

Professor Knut M. Wittkowski : The Epidemic is Over.

Professor Knut M. Wittkowski : The Epidemic is Over.

"As an Epidemiologist, I see no reason for the hiding of data -

and this is a way of hiding data."

What Has Hardened Will Never Win

How Far is Too Far? | The Age of A.I.

 Can A.I. make music? Can it feel excitement and fear? Is it alive? Will.i.am and Mark Sagar push the limits of what a machine can do. How far is too far, and how much further can we go? The Age of A.I. is a 8 part documentary series hosted by Robert Downey Jr. covering the ways Artificial Intelligence, Machine Learning and Neural Networks will change the world.

John Quincy Adams

James Traub: The Militant Spirit of John Quincy Adams 

 "It was an education where Christian Belief, Roman Example and Patriotic Calling were all fused together in a very intense way."

"I think this feeling of The Garden being blown apart doesn’t happen much to you until you’re 35 or so. The models we were given as men in high school, well, what were they Eisenhower, John Wayne? They only last till you’re maybe 32 or 33. And then you notice that something’s gone wrong in your business, in your private life, in your relationships; these things don’t last. And so around 35, you have to find another image for what a man is, or what your man is. Is that clear, that idea?

So it takes a little bit of courage to come here. There’s lots of men who feel this, and then they won’t act on it. Or those in their 20s say: “I’m doing fine, Jack, I’m fine. It’s true that 14 women have left me, and two beat me up, but I’m doing fine. It’s true I’m bleeding from all my pores, but I’m fine.”

MOYERS: Why “A Gathering of Men?” I mean, that’s really rare, isn’t it, to have a workshop for men only?

BLY: Maybe 20 years ago it would have been rare, but lately the men in various parts of the country have begun to gather. I think that it isn’t a reaction to the women’s movement, really. I think the grief that leads to the men’s movement began maybe 140 years ago, when the Industrial Revolution began, which sends the father out of the house to work.

MOYERS: What impact did that have?

BLY: Well, we receive something from our father by standing close to him.

MOYERS: Physically.

BLY: When we stand physically close to our father, something moves over that can’t be described in material terms, that gives the son a certain confidence, an awareness, a knowledge of what it is to be male, what a man is. And in the ancient times you were always with your father; he taught you how to do things, he taught you how to farm, he taught you whatever it is that he did. You learned from him. But you had this sense of being of receiving a food from him.

MOYERS: Food.

BLY: A food. From your father’s body. Now, when the father went out of the house in the Industrial Revolution, that food ended, and I think the average American father now spends ten minutes a day with a son — I think that’s what The Minneapolis Tribune had — and half of that time is spent in, “Clean up your room!” You know, that’s a favorite phrase of mine, I know it well.

So the Industrial Revolution did not harm the mother and daughter relationship as much as it did the father and son, because the mother and daughter still stand close to each other and have stood close to each other. Maybe that’ll change now when the mother is being sent out to work also, but the daughters then receive some knowledge of what it is to be a woman, or if you prefer to call it the women’s the female mode of feeling. They receive knowledge of the female mode of feeling. And the mother gets that from her grandmother, who got it from her great grandmother, who gets it from her great grandmother, it goes all the way down.

After the Industrial Revolution, the male does not receive any knowledge from his father of what the male mode of feeling is, and the old male initiators that used to work are not working anymore.

PROTECT AND SURVIVE

Protect & Survive - 1970's UK Public infommercials On Nuclear War Preparation

After Hamilton

The American System: 
Henry Clay vs. Andrew Jackson

In Part 3 of The American System we will examine the beginnings of Henry Clay's American System and proceed to focus on the divisive nature of the plan. The differing constitutional views between Clay and President Andrew Jackson concerning federal subsidies for internal improvements will also be highlighted.

Historical Topics Covered:

Henry Clay (1777 - 1852)
American System (Federal Subsidies for internal improvement, national bank, protective tariffs)
The Whig Party
The Democratic Party
John C. Calhoun
The Bonus Bill of 1817
Implied Powers in Constitution
The Necessary and Proper Clause
Andrew Jackson (1767 - 1845)
Payment of National Debt
The Maysville Road Bill 1830

GHOST TRAIN

You’ve been fantastic and I hope you enjoyed it. 

There is a Point.... is there a Point to all of this? 

Let’s find a Point. Is there a Point to My Act...? 

I would say there is. I have to.

The World is like a Ride in an Amusement Park. 
And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful Our Minds are. 

And The Ride goes up and down, 
round and round, 
it has thrills and chills 
and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud 
and it’s fun, for a while -- 

Some People have been on The Ride for a long time, and They begin to question, "Is This Real, or is This Just a Ride?" 

And Other People have remembered, and They come back to Us, 
and They Say, “Hey – Don’t Worry, Don’t Be Afraid, EVER, Because -- This is Just a Ride…”

And We… KILL Those People.

Ha ha!

“Shut him up!”

“We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at My Furrows of Worry! Look at My Big BANK Account and My Family -- This just HAS to be Real.”

Just a ride. 

But we always kill those Good Guys who try and tell Us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. 

But it doesn’t matter, because: - It’s Just a Ride. 

And we can change it, anytime we want. It’s only a Choice. 

No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. 

A Choice, right now, between Fear and Love. 

The Eyes of Fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. 

The Eyes of Love, instead, See All of Us as One. 

Here’s what we can do to Change The World, right now, to a Better Ride --

Take all that money that we spend on Weapons and Defence each year and instead spend it Feeding and Clothing and Educating The Poor of The World, which it would, many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

Thank you very much, you’ve been great.

[Applause]

I hope you enjoyed it. London, you were fantastic, thank you, thank you very much.

[bow]

[bow]

[three shots ring out – Bill crumples to the ground]

Christ Conquered Death: We Should Celebrate That

Calvary

Some people think The Crucifixion only took place on Calvary. 

They better wise up! 

Taking Joey Doyle's life to stop him from testifying is a crucifixion.  

And dropping a sling on Kayo Dugan because he was ready to spill his guts tomorrow, that's a crucifixion. 

And every time the Mob puts the pressure on a good man, tries to stop him from doing his duty as a citizen, it's a crucifixion. 

And anybody who sits around and lets it happen, keeps silent about something he knows that happened, shares the guilt of it just as much as the Roman soldier who pierced the flesh of our Lord to see if he was dead.

GRIEF

MOYERS: 

What’s the chief difference, as you see it, between male feeling and female feeling?

BLY: 

A strong part of the women’s mode of feeling has to do with Pain. 

Moving towards Pain 

and Help removing it, 

and also the pain of being devalued. 

I mean, women’s values have been rejected in this culture for 2,000 years or more, and women feel a strong pain in this devaluation. 

Men don’t feel devalued quite that much. 

With the men it’s more an area of Grief, as opposed to Pain. 

And —

MOYERS: 

You keep using that word, grief, in regard to men.

BLY: 

Yeah. You see, in my own case, I began as a poet, writing poetry, and poetry deals with feeling, but I felt that until I felt that 

Grief is a Door to Male Feeling. 

Until I had really tried to go into some of the grief around my father, I didn’t feel that I had access to the feeling.

MOYERS: 

Tell me about that.

BLY: 

Well, you know, 

As Men we’re taught not to feel pain and grief, as children. 

I remember seeing one of my boys, he was maybe about nine. 

He was hit in a basketball [game], maybe hit by the ball, and I saw him turn around and bend down and get control of his pain and his grief before he stood up again. 

That same boy would be so wonderful in being open to wounds and crying and so on when he was very small. 

But, you know, The Culture had said to him, 

“You cannot give way to that, you must turn around and when you must turn around; you must have a face without pain or grief in it,” 

right?

So therefore, as a son of an alcoholic, I received that. I mean, when you’re in an alcoholic family, you’re hired to be cheerful. 

That’s one of your jobs. 

You’re appointed that way. 

One is hired to be a Trickster, another I was hired to be cheerful, so that when anyone asked me about The Family. 

I’d have to lie in a cheerful way and say, 

“Oh, it’s wonderful, yes, indeed, we have sheep, you know, and we have chickens, and everything’s wonderful.”

Well, then if you can deny something so fundamental as the deep grief in the whole family, you can deny anything. 

So then how can you write poetry, then, if you’re involved in that much denial? 

So the word denial was very helpful to me.

MOYERS: 

Did you resent your father? 

Did you feel

BLY: 

No, I think that what happened was that as far as the grief goes, being appointed to be The Cheerful One in The Family, I would tend to follow a movement upward like this, hmm? 

More and more achievement, more and more and so on, hmm? 

That’s what you’d do. And finally you’d redeem the family’s name by doing this.

Well, I got to be about 46 or so, and then I realized how unsteady I was, and how my own poems didn’t have well, I didn’t even mention my father in my poems until I was 46. 

Not once. So I’d look at my poems they’re good poems but there’s something missing in there. 

And then I began to realize that in the ancient times, the movement for the man was downward, a descent into grief,  before you’re really a man that descent has to take place. 

It’s referred to in the fairy tales as the time of ashes and the time of descent.

So I wrote a poem at that time, and it’s the first poem — I must have been 46 or 47 — it is the first poem I had written in which there was some sort of grief. I’ll read it to you. Want to hear it?

MOYERS: 

Mm hmm.

BLY: 

It’s called Snowbanks North of the House. 

Maybe you know the poem. Snowbanks snow comes down from Alaska, you know, and then stops suddenly. 

And I’d noticed that little place there where something stops and doesn’t go further. 

So I wrote this line:

Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly, six feet from the house …

I left it in the drawer for two or three months, to see what would happen, and finally the rest of the poem came.

Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six feet from the house …

Thoughts that go so far.

The boy gets out of high school and reads 110 more books; the son stops calling home. The mother puts down her rolling pill, and makes no more bread. And the wife looks at her husband one night at a party and loves him no more. The energy leaves the wine, and the minister falls leaving the church. It will not come closer the one inside moves back, and the hands touch nothing, and are safe. And the father grieves for his son,

[This is Lincoln]

And the father grieves for his son, and will not leave the room where the coffin stands. he turns away from his wife, and she sleeps alone

And the sea lifts and falls all night; the moon goes on through the unattached heavens, alone. And the toe of the shoe pivots in the dust … The man in the black coat turns, and goes back down the hill. No one knows why he came, or why he turned away, and did not climb the hill.

MOYERS: 

What did that do for you?

BLY: Well, to me it was the first time that I had felt my words being involved not in the new age of sense, not in higher consciousness, but a movement down, when you break off the arc and you move down, and you go down towards your own. In that case, it had to do with the possibility that my life is not going to be a series of triumphs, that what is asked of me is not to ascend, but to descend.

MOYERS: But how about in relation

BLY: That meant that meant I had to start paying attention to my father.

MOYERS: Here.

BLY: There. In other words

MOYERS: But he was here. You didn’t have him out there.

BLY: He was out there, too. In other words, how shall I say it, oftentimes my father my mother and father were living on a farm a mile from where I was. I would go over and see them. My father had lost part of one lung and he would be lying in the bed, in the next to the living room. I would go and sit and talk with my mother for an hour, because I was probably in the conspiracy with her early on. And if I remembered it, I’d say goodbye to my father before I left.

Now, my father’s lying out there. How do you think he feels about my talking with my mother for an hour? What can he do? He thinks, “Well, that’s nice, they have a good relationship.” But how about him? So therefore, I realized that I had been in a conspiracy with my mother to push my father out since I was two or three years old. And I decided at this same time I wrote that poem, it’s time for this to end. I don’t want to be in this conspiracy anymore. So what I did was, I would go in and sit down with my father. And my mother would wait for me to come into the living room. And I didn’t. I’d sit down next to him. He’s not a great conversationalist, but we’d talk a little bit. And eventually my mother would have to come in and sit down on the bed. And then we all knew that some change had taken place.

MOYERS: It seems to me that you and your mother hadn’t pushed your father out. Your father had removed himself, like so many fathers do, either through alcoholism or through work or through obsession with the world, through ambition.

BLY: It’s possible.

BLY: [at gathering] When your father is away during the day and during the year, when he only comes home at five o’clock, you only get his temperament. What you used to get was his teaching and his temperament. The teaching would help you. You know how sweet it is when someone says, “Well, the way you make it is, you put your board, nail over here, you put your board over here, and you do that,” and those teachings are sweet.

Even mean men are often sweet when they’re teaching. And then we have that gratitude when someone has taught us something, that’s so wonderful. We used to receive that from our fathers. Now he goes to work, and all we get is his temperament when he gets home at five, and he’s tired. And what’s more, at work he has been humiliated by older men and other men, bosses. He’s been in competition with other men. He has he has he knows that his work he’s not going to be able to see the end of his work. It’s not like making a chest of drawers. He knows that his company is probably polluting Alaska. How do you think he feels when he gets home? And that’s all you’re going to get.

And I want to remind you that the same thing is true of women, that many people that we call angry feminists are women who have only experienced the temperament of their fathers. They have never experienced the teaching. And their attacks on the patriarchy are really a turned attack on the fact that they don’t believe that there is any older male that has anything but this irritable temperament. Is that clear, what I’m saying? So that has to be understood, too. The women only get the temperament of the father, and it’s usually irritable and angry. One thing I have to say to the men is that, your father is convinced that he is an inadequate human being. Women have been telling him that for 30 to 40 years.

He doesn’t know how to talk, he can’t express himself, he doesn’t know what his feelings are; People hear what they hear. Your father feels that he’s okay when he’s with a hammer, but in every other way he’s inadequate.

So you call up your home and you get your father, and he says, “Oh, John, this is just your father, here’s your mother.” And I was saying there are only two kinds of men. One kind of man is willing to go along with that, and the other kind of man says, “Wait a minute, I didn’t call here to talk to my mother, I want to talk to you.” “No, no, here’s your mother.” “No, no, that isn’t it, I want to talk with you.” “What about? You want to borrow money?” “No, that’s not it.” Huh?

The other day I was in Atcheson, Kansas, and I met a wonderful man there who was an economics teacher. And there’s a tiny little Catholic school in Atcheson, and this man came up to me, we started talking. His father was a car mechanic who worked very hard and knew beautifully the engines, just knew what was wrong and so on. The father got ill, eventually got his got the one leg cut off. He was lying in bed, trying to deal with the phantom pain. Rick calls him up on the phone, says “How are you doing, Dad?” Dad says, “What do you want?” Rick says, “I want to say something to you. I want to tell you how much I appreciated everything you did, how much I appreciated all the work that you had to do in order to send me to college. I’m a college teacher now, and I want to tell you how much I appreciate that, and how much I love you.” And the father said, “You been drinking?”

I thought that was wonderful. I said, “You just lived through the history of the last 80 years.” The father can’t imagine, that right. Right? There’s only two points. Because men don’t talk about feelings. So if you’re talking about feelings, probably you must be drunk. And you’ve got to get over that. You’ve just got to say, “No, I have not been drinking, I’m not on dope, and I love you. You get it?”

BLY: I’ll read you a poem. It is the first poem I did at all connected with my father. In fact, it is the first one in which I used the word father. It isn’t my father, but it’s a poem called Finding the Father.

My friend, this body offers to carry us for nothing. This body offers to carry us for nothing as the ocean carries logs. So on some days the body wails with its great energy; it smashes up the boulders, lifting small crabs that flow around the sides.

Someone knocks on the door. Someone knocks on the door. We do not have time to dress. He wants us to go with him through the blowing rainy streets, to the dark house. We will go there, the body says, and there find the father whom we have never met, who wandered out in a snowstorm the night we were born, and who then lost his memory, and has lived since longing for his child. Whom he saw only once … while he worked as a shoemaker, as a cattle herder in Australia, as a restaurant cook who painted at night.

When you light the lamp you will see him. He sits there, behind the door … the eyebrows so heavy, the forehead so light … lonely in his whole body, waiting for you.

MOYERS: Looking for father?

BLY: Finding the Father, it’s called.

MOYERS: Did you find your father?

BLY: To some extent, I did. He died only a few months ago, but one of the things that did happen is this. I was living in Moose Lake, about five hours away. I get a call. My mother and father are both in the old people’s home, in Madison, Minnesota. I get a call saying my father was in the hospital with pneumonia. So I drove down especially to see him, and some change had taken place in me, so that when I walked in the room, he was alone there, and for the first time, I picked up a book, my book that I write in, and I wrote a poem in his presence. I had written so many poems in the presence of trees like these, so many poems in the presence of women, never a single line in the presence of my father. So this is the poem I wrote. It’s called, Sitting. No, it’s called My Father at 85.

His large ears hear

everything.

A hermit wakes

and sleeps

in a hut underneath

his gaunt cheeks.

His eyes, blue,

alert, dis-

appointed and suspicious

complain

I do not bring him

The same sort of jokes

the nurses do.

(Hmm? When the nurses come in. He’s right.)

He is a small bird

waiting to be fed,

mostly beak,

an eagle or a vulture

or the Pharaoh’s servant

just before death.

My arm on the bedrail

rests there,

relaxed, with new love.

All I know of the Troubadours

I bring

to this bed.

I do not want

or need

to be shamed

by him

any longer.

The general of shame.

has discharged him

(He’s probably Lou Gehrig.)

and left him in this small provincial

Egyptian town.

If I do not wish

to shame him, then

why not

love him?

His long hands,

large, veined, capable,

can still retain

hold of what he wanted.

But is that what he desired?

Some powerful

river of desire

foes on flowing

through him.

He never phrased

What he desired.

and I am

his son.

MOYERS: “He never phrased” your father never phrased.

BLY: He never put into language what he desired. In the United States, we put into language what we want. We want another television set, we want a VCR, we want a refrigerator, we want a good 3.2 beer. We want to have a cowboy hat and have some girl come along and touch it. That’s what we want. But in television, we never talk about what we desire. What you desire is something you’re never going to get, so that gives it a little fragrance.

MOYERS: Wait, what do you mean by that? We’re going to desire something that you’re not going to get?

BLY: Well, someone says, “I want to be as great a poet as Shakespeare.” You never I desire to be as great a poet; it’s not going to happen. But it’s sweet, the desiring. In the 13th and 14th century, they did desire. They desired God, they desired to have God as a lover, for example, with the Provencal poets. And all of those, and the Sufis, the Moslems, at the same time. You know that Moslem poem, a Rumi poem. “I want to kiss you.” Answer: “The price of kissing is your life.” “Now my loving is running towards my life, shouting, ‘What a bargain! Let’s take it!'” That’s a poem of desire, isn’t it? It’s a poem of [unintelligible].

So if our parents could have phrased what they desired, our lives would have been different.

MOYERS: Why do fathers have such a hard time talking to sons about desire, about what they really seek?

BLY: I don’t think the mothers phrase what they desire, either.

MOYERS: Yes, but–

BLY: The grownups don’t phrase what they desire.

MOYERS: why?

BLY: Well

MOYERS: Do they know? Do we know?

BLY: I think I think they brood about it a lot. You know, my father spent many hours — I saw him lying in bed, brooding. And he was brooding about something. And I think it was on what he had desired to do. He had to go onto the farm because his own father had a heart attack. He himself read a tremendous amount. One of his favorite people was the Prince of Wales. He read everything about the Prince of Wales. Now it must be, you see, that the Prince of Wales abdicated and I think my father felt that he had abdicated from what he desired in order to raise his family, and so on. I think so. That must be one of the connections.

MOYERS: 

But that’s–

BLY: 

So therefore, it was painful for him to talk about what he desired. Everyone comes into the world with a certain way he wants to be fathered. And every father comes into the world with a certain way that he wants to father. What if they don’t mix? What then?

I Remembered You The First Moment That I Saw You

JOAN :

They are determined that I shall be burnt as a Witch; 

And they sent their doctor to cure me;

But he was forbidden to bleed me because the silly people believe that a witch's witchery leaves her if she is bled;

So he only called me filthy names. 

Why do you leave me in the hands of The English? 

I should be in the hands of The Church. 

And why must I be chained by the feet to a log of wood? 

Are you afraid I will fly away?

D'ESTIVET [harshly] 

Woman : it is not for you to question The Court : it is for us to question you.

COURCELLES. 

When you were left unchained, did you not try to escape by jumping from a tower sixty feet high? 

If you cannot fly like a witch, how is it that you are still alive?

JOAN. 

I suppose because The Tower was not so high then. 

It has grown higher every day since you began asking me questions about it.

D'ESTIVET. 

Why did you jump from The Tower?

JOAN. 

How do you know that I jumped?

D'ESTIVET. 

You were found lying in The Moat. 

Why did you leave The Tower?

JOAN. 

Why would anybody leave a Prison if they could get out?

D'ESTIVET. 

You tried to escape?

JOAN. 

Of course I did — 

and not for the first time either. 

If you leave The Door of The Cage open The Bird will fly out.

D'ESTIVET [rising] 

That is a confession of Heresy. 

I call the attention of the court to it.

JOAN. 

Heresy, he calls it! 

Am I a heretic because I try to escape from Prison?

D'ESTIVET. 

Assuredly, if you are in the hands of The Church, and you wilfully take yourself out of its hands, you are deserting The Church; and that is Heresy.

JOAN. 

It is Great Nonsense. 

Nobody could be such a fool as to think that.

D'ESTIVET. 

You hear, My Lord, how I am reviled in the execution of my duty by this woman. 

[He sits down indignantly].

CAUCHON. 

I have warned you before, Joan, that you are doing yourself no good by these pert answers.

JOAN. 

But you will not talk sense to me. 

I am reasonable if you will be reasonable.

THE INQUISITOR [interposing] 

This is not yet in order. 

You forget, Master Promoter, that the proceedings have not been formally opened. 

The time for questions is after she has sworn on the Gospels to tell us The Whole Truth.

JOAN. 

You say this to me every time. 

I have said again and again that I will tell you all that concerns this trial. 

But I cannot tell you The Whole Truth :

God does not allow The Whole Truth to be told.

You do not understand it when I tell it. 

It is an old saying that 

He Who Tells Too Much Truth is Sure to be Hanged. 

I am weary of this argument : 

We have been over it nine times already.

I have sworn as much as I will swear; 

And I will swear no more.

That's What Makes People Mean and Difficult - People Don't Care Enough About Them.

"I came down here to keep a promise. 

I gave Kayo my word that if he stood up to the Mob.

I'd stand up with him all the way. 
And now Kayo Dugan is dead. 
He was one of those fellows who had the gift for standing up. This time they fixed him. 

They fixed him for good this time, unless it was an accident like Big Mac says. 

Some people think the Crucifixion only took place on Calvary. They better wise up!

Taking Joey Doyle's life to stop him from testifying is a crucifixion. 

Dropping a sling on Kayo Dugan because he was ready to spill his guts tomorrow that's a crucifixion. 

Every time the mob puts the crusher on a good man tries to stop him from doing his duty as a citizen, it's a crucifixion.

And anybody who sits around and lets it happen, keeps silent about something he knows has happened, shares the guilt of it just as much as the Roman soldier who pierced the flesh of Our Lord to see if He was dead. 

Go back to your church, Father. 

Boys, this is my church. 

If you don't think Christ is down here on the waterfront you've got another guess coming! 

Get off this dock, Father! 

Tillio, don't do that.

Whose side are you on, boy? 

Let him finish. 

Every morning when the hiring boss blows his whistle, Jesus stands alongside you in the shape-up. 

He sees why some of you get picked and some of you get passed over. 

He sees the family men worrying about getting their rent and getting food for the wife and kids. 

He sees you selling your souls to the mob for a day's pay. 

The next bum that throws something deals with me! 

I don't care if he's twice my size! 

What does Christ think of the easy-money boys who do none of the work and take all the gravy? 

How does he feel about the fellows who wear $200    suits and diamond rings on your union dues and your kickback money? 

And how does He, who spoke up without fear against every evil feel about your silence? 

Shut up about that! Just watch this. 

You see that? You want to know what's wrong with our waterfront? 

It's the love of a lousy buck. 

It's making love of a buck, the cushy job more important than The Love of Man. 

It's forgetting that every fellow down here is your brother in Christ. 

But remember, Christ is always with you. 

Christ's in the shape-up, in the hatch, in the union hall. 

He's kneeling right here beside Dugan and He's saying with all of you: "If you do it to the least of mine, you do it to me." 

What they did to Joey and to Dugan they're doing to you and you. All of you! 

And only you, only you with God's help have the power to knock them out for good. 

Okay, Kayo. 
Amen.

I, Care

 Principle #8: 

The Lost Principle of CARE 

 Most People, Today, 

DO NOT CARE - At ALL - About ANYTHING 

 And they will tell you that themselves, 

with everything that they say, 

and in everything that they do -

The Fact of It practically oozing out of every aspect of their Being.

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The Creator Does Not CARE What Happens in This World -- There's been no word from Him since He marked Cain.

SHAME

Well, I went to the doctor

I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"

He said, "I'll break it to you, son"

"Let me break it to you, son"

Your shit's fucked up."

I said, "my shit's fucked up?"

Well, I don't see how-"

He said, "The shit that used to work-

It won't work now."

I had a dream

Ah, shucks, oh, well

Now it's all fucked up

It's shot to hell

Yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up

It has to happen to the best of us

The rich folks suffer like the rest of us

It'll happen to you

That amazing grace

Sort of passed you by

You wake up every day

And you start to cry

Yeah, you want to die

But you just can't quit

Let me break it on down:

It's the fucked up shit

CONTACT COMFORT

Physical Touch is something that doesn’t necessarily make sense to modern day science. 

But the mind and body are inextricably connected. 

With every physical ailment we have, there is a corresponding mental or emotional cause at the root of it. 

Touch is also a way to communicate without words. 

But touch can be corrupted, especially with physical or sexual abuse. 

Our relationship to touch may be destroyed or confused. 

So Teal Swan explains that it is vital that we improve our relationship to touch, because it is something physical humans literally cannot live without.

John Bowlby - Maternal Deprivation Experiment https://www.simplypsychology.org/bowlby.html

Harry Harlow - Cloth Monkey Experiment
https://www.psychologicalscience.org/publications/observer/obsonline/harlows-classic-studies-revealed-the-importance-of-maternal-contact.html

Uncle Bob

Robert Downey, Jr. - Don't Chase That Thing