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Tja!

Här sitter jag och kollar 5th estate, vart tvungen att skriva lite innan jag glömmer bort vad jag tänker..
Såg just bilden ovan i filmen, den fick mig att reagera så hårt så att jag var tvungen att pausa! !
Tog en rök och ponerade över vadfan en tpb t-shirt gör i en Hollywood rulle.. Misstänkt blivande anatagonist?

När jag fortsatte kolla började fetfight mellan herrarna på bilden, Assanges karaktärsark börjar fallera och han vänder sig mot de sina.

Vet inte vad mer, känns bara lite väl intesubtilt och PRigt i brist på bättre "ord".

 

Utöver det så verkar det hitills vara en ok rulle om man tar sig förbi allt tjaffs som man känner igen från alla andra filmer någonsin. Hollywood förfan...

 

 

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Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader", every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

/Carl Sagan

 

 

 

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Den vart jag iallafall nöjd med! Satan den sitter.

 

 

Din gubbjävel i vebo´n, Professor G. Oatler

 

 

 

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