Will Smith - Love ya Willie. Think you're a great actor. Love your films. Wasn't hot on Prince of Bell Air, but to each his own.
Comments like this will not get you invited to Xmas Dinner:
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/wenn/20071223/ten-smith-hitler-was-a-good-person-c60bd6d_1.html
What really stood out is:
He says, "Even Hitler didn't wake up going, 'Let me do the most evil thing I can do today'.
"I think he woke up in the morning and using a twisted, backwards logic, he set out to do what he thought was 'good'. Stuff like that just needs reprogramming."
Wrong, Big Willie Style. Little Adolf and the rest of his goose-stepping minions were evil.
To state for the record (and I have actually studied and have been tested on this subject - so at least myu professor would probably grant me some degree of authority on this subject), Adolf Hitler was evil. I don't hink any amount of post- modern, PC, moral relativistic, The View watching horsesh-t is going to change the fact that you don't accidentally wind up killing a good fraction of 100,000,000 people, Jews, Gypsies, Communists and French soldiers alike.
Hitler was a bad, bad man. Will - idea - next movie, play a scientist that looks like you and goes back in time to 1943 - in the Reich itself - maybe Western Poland, or Berlin itself. Make sure you get some historians to write this movie. See how long your character lasts...
Or will your character "get jiggy" in an extermination camp? (historian's note - by "get jiggy" I mean a suffering, lingering death by exposure to Zyklon-B)
Will - just a note - take one more step in the direction of Holocaust denial (you-re edging in that direction) and I'll stop going to your movies or buying your DVD's.
Or to make up for it - make a movie about a tank destroyer company (unit id escapes me right now), going up against Panzers...
Come on Will, I want to see I am Legend, I just haven't had time... Now I'm not so sure...
If done right - I'd pay to see that
24 December 2007
14 December 2007
A good weekend is upon us.
I plan on skiing with my daughter on Saturday AM. Borther Moose and The Future Mrs. Moose ("Tiny Fists of Fury") and a few of their friends might join us as well. Sunday will see me at the world famous Snowbird Resort - shreddin' it propper.
Monday, I pick up the oldest friend in the world. We have a few days of fun ready for them!
So, gentle readers, my already light posting will probably continue to be light.
So - really - no change.
All the best,
Crazed "Up with People!" American , out.
Monday, I pick up the oldest friend in the world. We have a few days of fun ready for them!
So, gentle readers, my already light posting will probably continue to be light.
So - really - no change.
All the best,
Crazed "Up with People!" American , out.
07 December 2007
A Different Christmas Poem
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My Daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow,
My soul gave a tremble; I struggled to hear;
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts…
To the windows that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said, “It’s really all right.”
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.
It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December.”
Then he sighs, “that’s a Christmas Gram always remembers.”
“My Dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam,
And now it is my turn, and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.”
Then he bent and carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white and blue…an American flag.
“I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another.
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother…
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.
So go back inside,” he said, ”harbor no fright.
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least.
Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eyes welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us and never forget.
To fight for you rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, no matter standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”
Please send this around to whomever you can. Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due our US servicemen and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC
USN 30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC
Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq
Hear, hear, Commander...
***Credit where Credit is due Department Memo:***
Poached directly from www.deanesmay.com - all credit goes to Dean and Trudy (except the authorship - that's to LCDR Giles)
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My Daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow,
My soul gave a tremble; I struggled to hear;
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts…
To the windows that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said, “It’s really all right.”
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.
It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December.”
Then he sighs, “that’s a Christmas Gram always remembers.”
“My Dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam,
And now it is my turn, and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.”
Then he bent and carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white and blue…an American flag.
“I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another.
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother…
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.
So go back inside,” he said, ”harbor no fright.
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least.
Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eyes welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us and never forget.
To fight for you rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, no matter standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”
Please send this around to whomever you can. Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due our US servicemen and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC
USN 30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC
Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq
Hear, hear, Commander...
***Credit where Credit is due Department Memo:***
Poached directly from www.deanesmay.com - all credit goes to Dean and Trudy (except the authorship - that's to LCDR Giles)
02 December 2007
Today
Today I attended the second session of my Church - the 1st Church of Crom - Sermon of the Sunday Morning Turns.
Probably had one of the purest hour on skis that I've had in a while. Snow was perfect the air, bitingly cold (it was 7 when I awoke), the sky... well, you can see the sky, that perfect blue / purple.
It was, I might say, spiritual.
Hell, they've only got two runs open... I hope I can get a morning like this when they have all 155 open.
I love winter.
Crazed American, out.
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