Haiti

Toussaint L'Overture and 

The Haitian Revolution  Paul Foot

You Don't Understand The Implications

“When I was doing The Invisibles… I kind of went method acting on it. So if I had a transvestite witch character then I had to become a transvestite witch and see what that felt like and I had to summon Mayan and Mexican Gods and deal with Them and see what They look like and copy down what they have to say… I became the King Mob character, the Lord Fanny character… I was living out that book. The idea was to do almost like an art installation… you know I wound up in hospital because I had my lead character in hospital. This shaven headed bald guy who had lots of fun and sex and girls. So when he got sick, I got sick and when he got well I got well.

And I found I could put things in… and it was very weird I still don’t know what it is and I ask other people to try this… 

Try and implicate Your Art and Your Life to such a degree that You can’t tell the difference anymore and strange things start to happen. Reality becomes very plastic. And it seems as if you can press buttons in Your Little Voodoo World, your little fictional Creation… and real things will happen… 

The more We test it the more it becomes a Human Technology that We can give to EVERYONE…”

Read more: http://runesoup.com/2012/04/the-tarot-of-unpopular-futures/#ixzz3IW9TQdBh

Martin Sheen on Elvis: "Nobody Knew How to Deal with Him."

Martin Sheen on Elvis : 

"Nobody knew how to deal with him."

Mr. Saturday

Sabbatini, with its variations Sabbatino (plural form thereof), Sabbadin, Sabbadino and Sabbadini, is a family name of Italian origin. Other variants use one b only, such as Sabatini, Sabatino, Sabadin, Sabadini and Sabadino and are also very common names in Italy. Variations with a double t (particularly in foreign countries where Italians emigrated to), such as in Sabattini and Sabbattini, also exist. Still rarer variations are Sabbatello, Sabbatiello, Sabbatella, Sabbatinella, Sabbatucci and Zabbatini, all having also a version with a single b. During the Roman Empire time, it existed in the Sabbatinus form. Variations of these names in Latin started to appear already in the 8th century.

For specific individuals with this name, see Sabbatini (disambiguation).

Distribution of the Sabbatini surname in Italy

Sabbatini and Sabatini have different pronunciations in Italian, since the double b requires a short labial stop between them. The same happens with Sabattini and Sabatini.

The name is a patronymic, i.e., it originated from the name of an ascendant person, and it is related to sabato, Italian for Saturday, indirectly from shabbat (rest), the weekly day of rest holiday for Judaism probably because the person was born in a Saturday. Due to the reference to the Jewish holiday, it has been speculated that people with this surname were New Christians or marranos (Christianized Jews in the medieval times), but this is so far unsubstantiated. What is known for sure is that gentile families used to give the name Sabbato or Sabbatin to children who were born on Saturdays, as they used also Domenico to baptize children born on Sundays. Sabbatini is therefore the plural form used to name the descendants of someone who was named Sabbatin, Sabbatino or Sabbato.

Records indicate that the specific Sabbatini surname appeared for the first time in a noble family in Bologna, in the form Sabbadini. Since the 13th century it is a very specific surname of the region of Marche. Today, it is present also in the Abruzzo region (mainly as Sabatini, but also as Sabatino, Sabatini and Sabbatini) and in the Campania region, around Naples (where the more rare surname Sabbatino is present).

Due to the strong immigration of Italians in the late 19th century and early 20th century, the Sabbatini family name and its variations are strongly present in Brazil (mostly in the Southern and Southeastern regions, specially in the cities of Campinas and Valinhos), Uruguay, Argentina, Chile, Australia and the United States (with higher concentrations in the states of New York, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Missouri and California).

The Secondary Fathers — Julius Caeser

Textbook Joseph Campbell.

The way Campbell explained it, 

Young Men need a Secondary Father to finish raising them.

Beyond their Biological Father, they need a surrogate, traditionally a 
minister 
or a 
coach 
or a 
military officer.

The floatsam and jetsam of a generation washed up on the beach of last resort.

That's why street gangs are so appealing. 

They send you men out, like 
Knights on Quests 
 to hone their skills and improve themselves.

And all the TRADITIONAL Mentors -- forget it.

Men are presumptive predators. 

They're leaving Teaching in 
droves.

Religious Leaders are  
pariahs.

Sports Coaches are stigmatized as 
odds-on pedophiles.

Even The Military is sketchy with 
sexual goings-on.

A Generation of Apprentices 

Without Masters.

Burn!

In Which Marlon Brando portrays 
The Devil.

The Blue-Eyed Devil.

The Magnificent Blonde Beast.

What is needed here is someone with courage.
Someone who knows he has nothing to lose, and yet is not afraid.

Observe.

You, there! Who gave you that money?
Give it back to me!
Immediately!

You see?

Ingls!
Ingls, when did you get back?
 

The Devil :

Me? I never left.
I've been here all the time.
 

Here? And The Boat?

The Devil :

 Never existed.
 

And The Gold?

The Devil :

 Back in The Bank.

Sure, and I'm still a porter.
It's all the same as before, eh?
 

The Devil :

If I had told you, Jos, to Start a Revolution...
You wouldn't have understood me.
 

To rob a bank, yes, that was possible.
First, you learned to kill in order to defend yourself.

And later you had to kill to defend others.
 

And the rest came by itself.
And you?
What do you get?
 

The Devil :

Nothing.
Salary from the British Admiralty.
A rather modest one.

And England, what is her part in this?
 

The Devil :

Portugal is England's enemy...
and if the English ships were not in the port of Queimada...

The Portuguese would already have returned.
 

And how many English ships are there?

The Devil :

 Don't be too ambitious, Jos.

No, I just asked.

Ramn, Pedro, Andrs, that's enough now.

 You dance in town.

The Devil :

 It might be better if you camped here, Jos.
It would be better.

But they have fought and suffered, and they have won, Ingls.

They have a right to go to The City.

The Devil :

 Well, they'll have plenty of time for that,
All The Time in The World.

Sir William Walker: 

Gentlemen, let me ask you a question. 

Now, my metaphor may seem a trifle impertinent, but I think it's very much to the point. 

Which do you prefer 

- or should I say, which do you find more convenient - 

a wife, or one of these mulatto girls? 

No, no, please don't misunderstand: 

I am talking strictly in terms of Economics. 

What is the cost of the product? 

What does the product yield? 

The product, in this case, being love - 

uh, purely physical love, since sentiments obviously play no part in Economics. 

[general laughter] 

Quite. 

Now, a wife must be provided with a home, with food, with dresses, with medical attention, etc, etc. 

You're obliged to keep her a whole lifetime even when she's grown old and perhaps a trifle unproductive. 

And then, of course, if you have the bad luck to survive her, you have to pay for the funeral! 

[general laughter] 

It's True, isn't it? 

Gentlemen, I know it's amusing, but 

Those are The Facts, 

aren't they? 

Now with a prostitute, on the other hand, it's quite a different matter, isn't it? 

You see, there's no need to lodge her or feed her, certainly no need to dress her or to bury her, thank God. 

She's yours only when you need her, you pay her only for that service, and you pay her by the hour! 

Which, gentlemen, is more important - and more convenient: 

A Slave 

or 

A Paid Worker?

JUDAS WAS PAID

Stinking, lying, black ape!
You filthy thief, you did steal my bags, didn't you?

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :

Well, where are they now?

Jos Dolores :

 I don't know. 

I don't know anymore.
 

 The Devil :

But you did steal them, didn't you?
 

 
Jos Dolores :

Sim.

 The Devil :

It is True, isn't it? 

Jos Dolores :

Yes.

The Devil :
No, it's not True.
You did not steal them.
You gave them to my friend, that's all.
Nobody stole them. 

Do you understand?
 

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :
So, you did not steal them?
Then why did you say you did?
Because I said you did?
Jos Dolores :

Yes, senhor.

The Devil :
Because anything a white man says is right, isn't it?

Jos Dolores :

Yes, senhor.

The Devil :
If I were to say - 

That your mother was a whore...
Would that be True?
 

Is it True?
 

Jos Dolores :

My mother is dead.

The Devil :
But you knew her, didn't you?
 

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :
What was she?
Say what she was!
Go on! What was she?
Go on, say what she was!
Say it!

Jos Dolores :

 ...a whore, senhor.

The Devil :
Well, I was mistaken.
I thought you were someone else.
What's your name?

Jos Dolores :

 Jos Dolores.

The Devil :
Here you are, Jos. Forget about it.
It was just a bad joke.
 

The Devil :

Come on. Let's go then!
Well, now I believe we have something
to talk about.