Rogue One : Rebellions are Built on Hope

"Comrades! 

The insurrection of five kulak districts should be pitilessly suppressed. The interests of the whole revolution require this because ‘the last decisive battle’ with the kulaks is now under way everywhere. 

An example must be demonstrated.

1. Hang (and make sure that the hanging takes place in full view of the people) no fewer than one hundred known landlords, rich men, bloodsuckers.

2. Publish their names.

3. Seize all their grain from them.

4. Designate hostages in accordance with yesterday’s telegram.

Do it in such a fashion that for hundreds of kilometres around the people might see, tremble, know, shout: “they are strangling, and will strangle to death, the bloodsucking kulaks”.

Telegraph receipt and implementation.

Yours, Lenin.

Find some truly hard people”

KIRA: 

You're really not cut out for this, are you? 

Being a terrorist, I mean. 

You're not very good at it. 

RIKER: 

Really? 

KIRA: 

You're acting more like a Starfleet officer who's more interested in intelligence reports and Cardassian politics than in actually hurting Cardassians. You have one of the most powerful ships in this quadrant under your command. Why aren't you out attacking every Cardassian outpost along the border? 

RIKER: 

Because these stakes here are far greater than border outposts. 

KIRA:

Not for the Maquis, there're not, because the Maquis are terrorists and the only thing terrorists care about is attacking the enemy. 

I know. 

I was a terrorist. 

And if I'd had this ship then, I would've destroyed Deep Space Nine. 

I would've hit the Cardassians so hard they would have screamed for peace, but I certainly wouldn't have gone flying off into the middle of Cardassia on some wild goose chase. 

RIKER: 

I guess we're different kinds of terrorists. 

KIRA: 

No, you're trying to be a hero. 

Terrorists don't get to be heroes. 

RIKER: 

We'll see.

The Sun King

Here Comes The Sun King

Apollo

Prince from Another Planet

MICHAEL (mi-kai-el)

Ha-la, Kal-El!

Freddie Freeman

Captain Marvel Jr.

In the Arms of Orion, tonight

The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang

My Crown is called Content, a Crown that seldom Kings enjoy

Christ is The King

The King of Rock & Roll

The Heir to the Line of Aaron

True Priest

Of the Tribe of Levis

Scion of Memphis

A Priest Forever of the Order of Melchizedek

Elvis Aron Presley

and God Gave Rock n' Roll to You II

There are Heroes on Both Sides. Evil is Everywhere.

There are Heroes on Both Sides. 
Evil is Everywhere.


"The Techno Union Army eeeeng ooooogn uuuuuugn iiiiing eeeeng is at your disposal Count"

"The Banking Clan will sign your treaty" 

He is The Chosen One.

He will bring Balance.

SISKO : 
Do you know what The Trouble is? 

KIRA : 
….no. 

SISKO : 
The Trouble is Earth. 

KIRA : 
Really? 

SISKO : 
On Earth there is no poverty, 

no crime, no war. 
You look out the window 

of Starfleet Headquarters 

and You see Paradise. 
Well, it's easy to be A Saint in Paradise, 

but The Maquis Do Not Live in Paradise. 
Out there in The Demilitarised Zone, 

all the problems haven't been solved yet. 

Out there, there are no saints, just people. 
Angry, scared, determined people 

who are going to do 

whatever it takes to survive 

whether it meets with 

Federation approval or not. 

KIRA : 
Makes sense to me. 

SISKO : 
I'm glad someone understands. 



SISKO:
 Mister Eddington. I have just one question. Why? 

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: 
Will knowing my personal motivation change anything at this point? 

SISKO: 
No, I don't suppose it will. 

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: 
Then let's table that for now. The only reason I've contacted you is to ask you to leave us alone. Our quarrel is with the Cardassians, not the Federation. Leave us alone and I can promise you you'll never hear from the Maquis again. 

SISKO: 
Unless you see another shipment you want to hijack. 

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: 
You keep sending replicators to Cardassia and you're going to have a lot more to worry about than hijackings. 

SISKO: 
I don't respond well to threats. I thought you would know that by now. But I'm beginning to see that you don't know me at all. 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
I know you. 
I was like you once, but then I opened my eyes. 
Open your eyes, Captain. 

Why is the Federation so obsessed about the Maquis? 
We've never harmed you, and yet we're constantly arrested and charged with terrorism. 
Starships chase us through the Badlands and our supporters are harassed and ridiculed. 

Why?

 Because we've left the Federation, and that's the one thing you can't accept. 

Nobody leaves paradise. 

Everyone should want to be in the Federation. 

Hell, you even want the Cardassians to join. 

You're only sending them replicators because one day they can take their rightful place on the Federation Council. You know, in some ways you're worse than the Borg. At least they tell you about their plans for assimilation. You're more insidious. You assimilate people and they don't even know it. 

SISKO: 
You know what, Mister Eddington? 
I don't give a damn what you think of the Federation, the Maquis, or anything else. 

All I know is that you betrayed your oath, your duty, and me. 

And if it takes me the rest of my life, I will see you standing before a court-martial that'll break you and send you to a penal colony, where you will spend the rest of your days growing old and wondering whether a ship full of replicators was really worth it.




DAX:
Les Miserables.

SISKO:
You know it?

DAX:
I can't stand Victor Hugo. 
I tried reading The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but I couldn't get through it. 
It was so melodramatic and his heroines are so two dimensional.

SISKO:
Eddington compares me to one of the characters, Inspector Javert. A policeman who relentlessly pursues a man named Valjean, guilty of a trivial offence, and in the end Javert's own inflexibility destroys him. He commits suicide.

DAX:
You can't believe that description fits you. Eddington is just trying to get under your skin.

SISKO:
He did that eight months ago. What strikes me about this book is that Eddington said that it's one of his favourites.

DAX:
There's no accounting for taste.

SISKO:
Let's think about it.
A Starfleet security officer is fascinated by a nineteenth century French melodrama, and now he's a leader of the Maquis, a resistance group fighting the noble battle against the evil Cardassians.

DAX:
It sounds like he's living out his own fantasy.

SISKO:
Exactly. And you know what?
 Les Miserables isn't about the policeman.
It's about Valjean, the victim of a monstrous injustice who spends his entire life helping people, making noble sacrifices for others. That's how Eddington sees himself. He's Valjean, he's Robin Hood, he's a romantic, dashing figure, fighting the good fight against insurmountable odds.

DAX:
The secret life of Michael Eddington.
How does it help us?

SISKO:
Eddington is the hero of his own story. That makes me the villain. And what is it that every hero wants to do?

DAX:
Kill the bad guy.

SISKO:
That's part of it. 
Heroes only kill when they have to.
Eddington could have killed me back in the refugee camp or when he disabled the Defiant, but in the best melodramas the villain creates a situation where the hero is forced to sacrifice himself for the people, for the cause. 
One final grand gesture.

DAX:
What are you getting at, Benjamin?

SISKO:
I think it's time for me to become the villain.

There are Heroes on Both Sides. 

Evil is Everywhere.


EDDINGTON: 
But think about those people you saw in the caves, huddled and starving. 
They didn't attack the Malinche.

SISKO: 
You should have thought about that before you attacked a Federation starship. 

(Sisko turns his back on the Eddington hologram) 


(Transmission ends)

Captain's log, supplemental. 
Resettlement efforts in the DMZ are underway. The Cardassian and Maquis colonists who were forced to abandon their homes will make new lives for themselves on the planets their counterparts evacuated. 

The balance in the region will be restored, though the situation remains far from stable.

He is The Chosen One.

He will bring Balance.

SISKO: 

Are you all right? 

EZRI: 

I talked with Worf.

 He doesn't want to have anything to do with me. 

SISKO: 

Perhaps I should have a talk with him. 

EZRI: 

Absolutely not. You intimidate him. 

SISKO: 

Me? 

EZRI: 

Don't tell him I told you. 

SISKO: 

I intimidate Worf, huh? 

EZRI: 

You like that, don't you? 

SISKO: 

Of course not. 

EZRI: 

Come on. I've been a man, I know. 

"Now I am Become Death, The Eater of Worlds."

Is She not MAGNIFICENT..?

" We knew the world would not be the same. 

A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. 

I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; 

Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, 

"Now I am Become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds." 

I suppose we all thought that, one way or another. "

And people wonder why "Duty" is such an unfashionable word...
(outside of Gilbert and Sullivan)

Oppenheimer is quoting from the 1944 Prabhavananda and Isherwood translation of the Bhagavad Gita. 

The line quoted is spoken by Krishna, one of the major avatars of Vishnu; 

some assert that the passage would be better translated 

"I am become Time, The Destroyer of Worlds." 

'Medusa herself is only a shadow'

A British tar is a soaring soul

As free as a mountain bird!

His energetic fist should be ready to resist

A dictatorial word;

His nose should pant and his lip should curl!

His cheeks should flame and his brow should fur!

His bosom should heave and his heart should glow!

And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow!!

His eyes should flash with an inborn fire

His brow with scorn be wrung

He never should bow down to a domineering frown

Or the tang of a tyrant tongue

His foot should stamp and his throat should growl

His hair should curl and his face should scowl

His eyes should flash and his breast protrude

And this should be his customary attitude

The Scientific Statement of Being

 "There is no life, truth, intelligence nor substance in matter. 

All is infinite mind and its infinite manifestation, 

for God is all in all, 

Spirit is immortal truth: 

matter is mortal error. 

Spirit is the real and eternal; 

matter is the unreal and temporal. 

Spirit is God and man is His image and likeness. 

Therefore man is not material, he is spiritual." 

* The basic Christian Science mantra, known as "The Scientific Statement of Being," no less, is as follows: "There is no life, truth, intelligence nor substance in matter. All is infinite mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is all in all, Spirit is immortal truth: matter is mortal error. Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal. Spirit is God and man is His image and likeness. Therefore man is not material, he is spiritual." 

The fact that these statements are, in terms of the scientific criteria, "meaningless," "non-operational," and "footless" is actually totally irrelevant. 

They work. 

Try them and see. 

As Aleister Crowley, no friend of Mrs. Eddy's, wrote, 

"Enough of 'Because'! 

May he be damned for a dog!"

Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself - I'm a Man of Wealth and Taste.

Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man's soul to waste

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ

Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that Pilate

Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg

When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the czar and his ministers

Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank

Held a general's rank

When the blitzkrieg raged

And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

Ah, what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

(Woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee

While your kings and queens

Fought for ten decades

For the gods they made

(Woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,

'Who killed the Kennedys?'

When after all

It was you and me

(Who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadours

Who get killed before they reached Bombay

(Woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

(Who who)

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

(Who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But what's confusing you

Is just the nature of my game

(Woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints

As heads is tails

Just call me Lucifer

'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

(Who who, who who)

So if you meet me

Have some courtesy

Have some sympathy, and some taste

(Woo woo)

Use all your well-learned politesse

Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah

(Woo woo, woo woo)

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah

(Who who)

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, 

Mmm mean it, get down

(Woo woo, woo woo)

Woo, who

Oh yeah, get on down

Oh yeah

Oh yeah!

(Woo woo)

Tell me baby, what's my name

Tell me honey, can ya guess my name

Tell me baby, what's my name

I tell you one time, you're to blame

Oh, who

Woo, woo

Woo, who

Woo, woo

Woo, who, who [x2]

Oh, yeah

What's my name

Tell me, baby, what's my name

Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Woo, who, who [x6]

Oh, yeah

Woo woo [x2]

Hell for Leather

do you, don't you 

want me to love you? 

(I'm) coming down fast but miles above you 

tell me, tell me, 

tell me the answer

(you) may be a lover but you ain't no dancer 

do you, don't you want me to make you? 

(I'm) coming down fast 

but don't let me break you 

tell me, tell me, 

tell me the answer 

you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer 

when I get to the bottom 

I go back to the top of the ride 

and I know as I get that I never get high 

but I (zip) to the bottom  

and I see you again

yeah yeah yeah 

do you, don't you 

want me to love you? 

I'm coming down fast but miles above you 

tell me, tell me, tell me the answer 

may be a lover but you ain't no dancer 

dancer, dancer, dancer, dancer yeah 

look out now, 

helter skelter 

hell for leather 

hell for leather 

ow, woo look out now, 

helter skelter 

helter skelter 

helter skelter

Eukodal and Pertvitin

High Hitler - Hitler and the Third Reich were all high on cocaine, morphine, heroin and CHRYSTAL METH

Hitherto unexposed records of widespread drug use by Hitler and the Third Reich during World War Two.

Photo - Heinrich Hoffman

It appears Hitler himself was a prolific user of Cocaine and Crystal Meth and the Third Reich soldiers consumed vast amounts of Crystal Meth to combat sleep deprivation and gain courage in battle.

Author Norman Ohler claims that the 3rd reich in fact came to depend on a cocktail of drugs including heroin, morphine, cocaine and chrystal meth.

The sensational claims made by author Norman Ohler appear well received by established historians such as Kershaw, a British historian and leading authority on Hitler and Nazi Germany, has described Ohlers reportage as "a serous piece of scholarship".

Ohlers book, Blitzed: Drugs in Nazi Germany was published in Germany last year, where it became a bestseller, it has since been translated into 18 languages.

Hitler was attended to by Dr. Theodor Morell, his own personal Doctor. Morell kept Hitler supplied with regular injections of steroids and opioids, as well as a cocktail of untested new drugs that Morell brewed up specifically for the leader. Norman Ohler's research was heavily based on the notes kept by Morrel which are located in the Federal Archives in Germany and the national archives of the United States.

Ohler presents a schedule of Hitler's increasing use of drugs from 1936-41 when he was ingesting high doses of vitamins and taking intravenous doses of glucose. By the time the war against Russia turned against Germany in October 1941 Hitler was taking in steroids and animal hormone products. By 1943-44 he had adopted opiates including Eucadol, a cousin of heroin but with even greater euphoric inducing qualities, as his favoured high. He was also taking several doses of high quality cocaine on a daily basis. By the end of the war Ohler suggests that Hitler was physically broken by his addictions and subsequent withdrawal symptoms.

It is noted that the Fuhrers irrational battle planning around the blitzkrieg of the Ardennes baffled his war generals and war historians alike. Ohler surmises that Hitler may have been delusional and euphoric at this time due to massive doses of cocaine. The Fuhrer was no longer in control of himself by this stage but was still in control of the German army.

By this time the whole Third Reich was heavily indulging in drug usage and a contributing factor towards Germany''s ambitious battle plans was the new found belief in the 'wonder drugs' that could combat soldier's fatigue and sleep deprivation.

It is well accepted that the invisible enemy in warfare of this kind was fatigue and lack of sleep. To this end experiments were extended to find new forms of 'super drug' to assist super-human performance. Dr Fritz Hauschild, head chemist of the company Temmler began work on developing a new drug and in 1937 patented the first German methyl-amphetamine named Pervitin.

Pervatin gained rapid success as a confidence booster and performance enhancer and the German army subsequently ordered 35 million tablets for soldiers before advancing on France in the spring of 1940. "The Desert Fox"General Rommel is said to have consumed Pervitin as if it was his “daily bread. Ohler suggests that Rommel and all the German tank commanders were high during the assaults.

Army doctors had come up with the 'stimulant decree' ordering soldiers to take 1 tablet a day and 2 at night and extra tablets after 2 or 3 hours if felt necessary. After the 'stimulant decree' was released the soldiers were able to stay awake for three days and three nights.

By 1944-45 as Germany came to terms with the increasingly impossible task of defeating the allies it is unsurprising that drugs were seen as the only possibility of overcoming the odds. The next bizarre development was that of a new medication, cocaine based chewing gum. It was tested at sachsenhausen concentration camp on a track used to test newly developed shoe soles for factory workers. Prisoners were made to walk until they dropped to the floor with exhaustion.

Many observers noted Hitlers physical decline in his last years and some have suggested Parkinsons Disease. Ohler thinks the more likely reason was withdrawals after his supplies of Pervitin and Eukodal ran dry after their production factories were bombed by the Allies.

sources
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/sep/25/blitzed-norman-ohler-adolf-hitler-nazi-drug-abuse-interview

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/hitlers-all-conquering-stormtroopers-felt-invincible-because-of-crystal-meth-style-drug-pervitin-10499087.html

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b07ws0dr