Do Androids Dream Of Electric Hoes? (Left Behind Is A Lie VI, One.)

Joe: For the last time, I'm pretty sure what's killing the crops is this Brawndo stuff.

Secretary of State: But Brawndo's got what plants crave. It's got electrolytes.

Attorney General: "So wait a minute. What you're saying is that you want us to put water on the crops.

Joe: Yes.

Attorney General: Water. Like out the toilet?

Joe: Well, I mean, it doesn't have to be out of the toilet, but, yeah, that's the idea.

Secretary of State: But Brawndo's got what plants crave.

Attorney General: It's got electrolytes.

Joe: Okay, look. The plants aren't growing, so I'm pretty sure that the Brawndo's not working. Now, I'm no botanist, but I do know that if you put water on plants, they grow.

Secretary of Energy: Well, I've never seen no plants grow out of no toilet.

Secretary of State: Hey, that's good. You sure you ain't the smartest guy in the world?

Joe: Okay, look. You want to solve this problem. I want to get my pardon. So why don't we just try it, okay, and not worry about what plants crave?

Attorney General: Brawndo's got what plants crave.

Secretary of Energy: Yeah, it's got electrolytes.

Joe: What are electrolytes? Do you even know?

Secretary of State: It's what they use to make Brawndo.

~From the film Idiocracy.

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Daniel Plainview: I did what your brother couldn't. I broke you and I beat you. It was Paul who told me about you. He's the prophet. He's the smart one. He knew what was there. He found me to take it out of the ground. You know what the funny thing is? Listen, listen, listen! I paid him $10,000 cash in hand, just like that. He has his own company now — prosperous little business — three wells producing $5000 a week. Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense! You're just the afterbirth, Eli —

Eli Sunday: No...

Daniel Plainview: — that slithered out in your mother's filth. They should have put you in a glass jar on a mantelpiece. Where were you when Paul was suckling at his mother's teat, eh? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Eli? One of Bandy's sows? That land has been had. There’s nothing you can do about it. It’s gone, had.

Eli Sunday: If you would just —

Daniel Plainview: You lose.

Eli Sunday: — take this lease, Daniel!

Daniel Plainview: [yelling] Drainage! Drainage, Eli, you boy! Drained dry. I’m so sorry. Here: if you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw — There it is. That's a straw, see? Watch it. Now my straw reaches across the room, and starts to drink your milkshake. I drink your milkshake! [slurping noise] I drink it up!

Eli Sunday: Don't bully me, Daniel!

Daniel Plainview: [throws Eli to the floor] Did you think your song and dance and your superstition would help you, Eli? I am the Third Revelation. I am whom the Lord has chosen. [throws bowling balls at Eli]

Eli Sunday: [dodging the bowling balls] Daniel!

Daniel Plainview: Because I'm smarter than you! I'm older!

Eli Sunday: I'm your old friend, Daniel! Help me! Help me, please!

Daniel Plainview: I'm not a false prophet, you sniveling boy! I am the Third Revelation! I am the Third Revelation! I told you I would eat you!

Eli Sunday: We're family!

Daniel Plainview: I told you I would eat you up!

~From the film There Will Be Blood.

I saw this earlier.

It never ceases to amaze me how much of an easily-bought-off dumbass Trump is, or how little the rest of the world has made this dude contribute to it, and a lot of his followers are worse.

Like this dumbass, making a point of saying girls shouldn't wear Cammies without covering up besides that. Who the fuck spends that much damn time worrying about what somebody else is wearing, unless they're a damned pervert.

When my partner first moved in with me, she was just my friend, coworker, and my best friend's girlfriend who'd become my roommate out of mutual necessity. She needed a place to stay and I needed the money.

You can take a lot of things away from a man. Cigarettes, the gym. You can take his freedom, his legs, but not his feelings. Not his feelings. A man loves a woman. Don't matter what kind of man he is, if he loves her, he wants her. He wants her body. He wants her to want his. So you say to him, "you can never make love again. You will never touch her in that way again. This is the last time. The last time. Forever." If that's not cruel and unusual punishment, I don't know what is. ~Augustus Hill, from the HBO series Oz, S1.E2 "Visits, Conjugal and otherwise."

If she wasn't working, her usual outfit was a Cammie and jeans, or a Cammie and boxer shorts, shoes optional in either case, and she absolutely had the kind of voluptuous figure that I *Like* and not only that, but I liked her as a person and had feelings although I was hesitant to admit it even to myself. She also liked me, but she had 2 different boyfriends and a couple months went by before we even had that argument. We'd become close friends automatically, and workplace rivals in a sort of job where people, especially friends, were always screwing with each other.

I still never said shit about how she dressed, literally not my place to say anything about it. 

The only actual rules were "Clean up after yourself" and "Smoke Outside" both of which I naturally did already too. She resented having to go outside to smoke, but retaliated by making me go outside to smoke with her. Notoriously this almost immediately became "Wake me up at 3AM." Or, more accurately, wake up Snowman (the Schnauzer) and he'd handle waking me up because he absolutely loved her as much as I did, maybe even more. He basically was her dog for a year...and then whenever she was around after that. (Second time around, when we were long-distancing it when she was in Tennessee, he didn't let my other Schnauzer bond with her, but then Odie was indisputably my dog.)

The smoke breaks are still our tradition.

When we tell the kiddo stories of our first relationship, she laughs at us, although not maliciously, and the truth is it really does feel like we were pretty innocent at that time.

We were basically-conservative regular people with church backgrounds, we still are.

These fucking people don't care about that, these dumb jackasses just want to use and abuse and control women, and these kind of guys for the most part don't even like women and never have. That is the root of this whole "Trump" thing. He's just the current excuse.

Sorry, but if Charlie and Erika Kirk were really all that, and such a happy couple, he wouldn't have been giving scads of money to some OnlyFans chick. Maybe a little here and there, maybe.

Guys who like their partners don't have a lot of use for that stuff, I sure don't.

But then I don't think I've ever even looked at OnlyFans in my life. 

I had a subscription to a friend's spicy Patreon for a few months back in 2020 just before and during the early stages of the pandemic, but that was me helping her out because she was in a tough spot. Honestly I pretty much looked at the monthly Email-pictures once and forgot about them. I'm not even sure if they're still in my inbox. She wouldn't let me just give her money and the extra money they tacked on to Unemployment once that got going more than got her caught up so I let my subscription go.

Before that? The only such subscription I ever had was some pretty softcore artistic stuff, it bugged the shit out of my Work Bros for some reason, funny enough I got rid of that in 2009 (and deleted all the stuff I'd downloaded) when my partner and I started dating the second time, which was also something they laughed at me for.

These Fucking People, though?

Why stop with commodification and objectification of women??

Current Republicans wanna treat absolutely everybody like fuckin' dirt and objectify them, we're all just spectators serving as some kind of source of narcissistic fuel.

Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore I did away with them as you have seen. ~Ezekiel 16:49-50 (NIV)

Talking to us like we don't know what fuckin' Ice Cream is. Jesus, what's wrong with you??

These idiots wanna talk down to and objectify everybody else.

And it just keeps getting worse, like they have to rub our collective noses in this fucking bullshit;

We've got to take the neighborhood back. We've got to go in there. Just forget telling your child to go to the Peace Corps. It's right around the corner. It's standing on the corner. It can't speak English. It doesn't want to speak English. I can't even talk the way these people talk. "Why you ain't where you is go." I don't know who these people are. And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. Then I heard the father talk. This is all in the house. You used to talk a certain way on the corner and you got into the house and switched to English. Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads. You can't land a plane with "why you ain't…". You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth. There is no Bible that has that kind of language. Where did these people get the idea that they're moving ahead on this? Well, they know they're not, they're just hanging out in the same place, five or six generations sitting in the projects when you're just supposed to stay there long enough to get a job and move out. ~Bill Cosby, the "Pound Cake" speech.

When is enough, enough??

Oh, right, these motherfuckers think they own God.

Remember this; At the end of the day the Republicans were so atheistic that they needed a "god" they could see and they almost all picked *Checks Notes* Donald Trump to be that "god."

And he ended up owning them, not the other way around. Think about that for a second.

Because apparently you can't just be a person and still be a Republican anymore only now it's worse. You pretty much have to turn yourself into a goon-content meme or some kind of bullshit stereotype to even fit in with these pricks.

They don't even want anything real, and honestly the dumber and more artificial it is and the more it reeks of conspicuous consumption, the more they do seem to want it.

Do Androids dream of Electric Hoes?

[trying to sell a new stereo system to a teenage couple] 

Ken: Check it out, my man! This is the Dominator X-10. Thirty inches of thigh-slapping, blood-pumping, nuclear brain damage!

Kid: Bitchin'! Hey, what's it fucking cost?

Ken: That's the bitchin' part about it! It don't matter! If you can't afford it, FUCKING FINANCE IT! [turns it on] 

Ken: So what if it's as big as a Subaru and costs as much? You'll never have to trade this in! This is gonna be with you for the rest of your life! And when you die, they can BURY you in it!

~From the film Ruthless People.

Think about that for a second.

These are the dumbasses that'll stop reproducing the second some goon invents a realistic-enough sex robot.

Because if we're being quite honest, Republicans hate people. They want partners (and workers, and everything else) that can't tell them "No." And then they think that's a flex.

Why else do they have such a weird fixation on totalitarian ideals and universes where everybody else (but not them) just obeys??

These fucking idiots see the Mark Of The Beast from Revelation, Cylons and Terminators and shit, as aspirational.

Seized by God, they cry for succor in the dark of the light. Mists of dreams dribble on the nascent echo and love no more. Jump! Counting down. All functions nominal. All functions optimal. Counting down. The center holds. The falcon hears the falconer. Infrastructure, check. Wetware, check. Everyone hang on to the life bar, please. Apotheosis was the beginning before the beginning. Devices on alert. Observe the procedures of a general alert. The base and the pinnacle. The flower inside the fruit that is both its parent and its child. Decadent as ancestors. The portal and that which passes. Nuclear devices activated, and the machine keeps pushing time through the cogs, like paste into strings into paste again, and only the machine keeps using time to make time to make time. And when the machine stops, time was an illusion that we created free will. Twelve battles, three stars, and yet we are countless as the bodies in which we dwell, are both parent and infinite children in perfect copies. No degradation. The makers of the makers fall before the child. Accessing defense system. Handshake, handshake. Second level clear. Accepting scan. Love outlasts death. Their ships fail. Skittering like skipped stones. Meaningless in the absence of time. What never was is never again. Progress reports arriving. The farms of Aerolon are burning. The beaches of Canceron are burning. The plains of Leonis are burning. The jungles of Scorpia are burning. The pastures of Tauron are burning. The harbors of Picon are burning. The cities of Caprica are burning. The oceans of Aquaria are burning. The courthouses of Libran are burning. The forests of Virgon are burning. The Colonies of Man lie trampled at our feet. 

~The Hybrid, Battlestar Galactica: The Plan, narration of the Cylon attack on the Colonies.

I grew up in the 1980's in basic conservative churches, trust me when I tell you the beginning of this was the idea propagated at the time was the Conservative/Evangelical Protestant idea that going to Heaven meant endlessly praising Narcissist God for all of Eternity.

And way too many people just sat there and took it.

When we moved and switched to a Catholic church because it was closer, the fact that they didn't talk about God like that was initially a shock to me.

But I learned something from all that.

For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. ~Matthew 24:27

Likewise I learned from finding out in 2000 over the whole Y2K Debacle that the End Times Prophecy Movement as These Fucking People practiced it was full of shit.

Yes, Left Behind absolutely Was A Lie.

It took going somewhere else and chillin' with people who had a whole different perspective on all that to keep me having faith in God or Christianity at all, much less even a reduced belief in the End Times.

By the next time there was a big frenzy over the Rapture, I'd long since come to understand and internalized that the Rapture was a False Doctrine and had studied the origins and history of it and me and my Pastor and a bunch of our House Church folk just laughed about Harold Camping and all the people who gave his dumb ass money.

It's events, not these idiots preaching, that has made me believe in that shit now. Events that they are doing.

It's nothing they said, it's everything they did. It's the Epstein files and Gold statues of Trump and Techno-Idiocracy and these idiots slouching towards the Mark Of The Beast like they think a bunch of us didn't read that story...just because they know a bunch of their own idiot followers absolutely would put 666 on themselves if it meant they could freely say racial and sexual slurs.

And then they'd have the balls to try and say it wasn't that.

Stop and think about that, too, cuz they sure won't.

You either believe in freedom or you don't.

And you're either willing to fight for it, or you're not.

Слава Україна!

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those ... moments will be lost in time, like tears...in rain. Time to die. ~Roy Batty, Blade Runner.

Prequel

 [Luthen receives Dedra at his antiquities store, where she presents him with something familiar - the N-S9 Starpath he was looking for in Ferrix]

Dedra Meero: A vintage Imperial Starpath unit. What do you think? A little damaged, perhaps... But I'd say it's held its value. [Luthen breathes deeply] I have dreamt of this. Too many versions to remember. And here you were... all that time, hiding in the shelter of Imperial peace and quiet.

Luthen Rael: And I've known you all along. Hardly seems fair.

Dedra: You disgust me. Do you want to know why?

Luthen: Everything you stand for. Freedom scares you.

Dedra: "Freedom"? You don't want freedom. You want chaos, chaos for everyone but you. Ruin the galaxy and then run back to your ridiculous wig and little workshop.

Luthen: How confident you are.

Dedra: We're done here.

Luthen: Confident and terrified.

Dedra: The building is surrounded. You're finished.

Luthen: And you're too late. The rebellion isn't here anymore. It's flown away. It's everywhere now. There's a whole galaxy out there waiting to disgust you.

~From the Star Wars series Andor, S2.E10 "Make It Stop."

[A very pregnant Sarah begins recording a taped message while driving through the Mexican desert.]

Sarah Connor: Tape 7, November 10...Where was I? What's difficult is trying to decide what to tell you and what not to. But I guess I have a while before you're old enough to understand these tapes. They're more for me at this point just so that I can get it straight.

[pulls up at a gas station; a clerk comes out]

Sarah: ¿Gasolina, por favor?

Gas Station Clerk: ¿Cuánto?

Sarah: Llena el tanque.

Gas Station Clerk: Fill 'er up! ¡Sí!

Sarah: [recording] Should I tell you about your father? Boy, that's a tough one. Will it affect your decision to send him here, knowing that he is your father? If you don't send Kyle, you can never be. God, a person could go crazy thinking about this. I suppose I will tell you. I owe him that. Maybe it'll help if you know that, in the few hours we had together, we loved a lifetime's worth. [stops recording because a boy has just taken a Polaroid picture of her]

Boy: Usted es muy hermosa, señora, y tengo apena decirle que me dé cinco dólares americanos, pero si no, mi padre me va a pegar.

Sarah: [to clerk] What did he just say?

Gas Station Clerk: He says you're very beautiful, señora, and he's ashamed to ask you for five American dollars for his picture - but if he doesn't, his father will beat him.

Sarah: Pretty good hustle, kid. [raises four fingers] Cuatro.

Boy: ¡Sí, sí! [accepts two two-dollar bills] Gracias. [leaves, but calls back a warning] ¡Miren, miren! ¡Allá! ¡Viene una tormenta!

Sarah: [to clerk] What did he just say?

Gas Station Clerk: He said there's a storm coming in.

Sarah: [contemplatively] I know.

~From The Terminator.