This made me a bit teary-eyed.

It's genius, though. Is there anyone or anything less judgmental and whose love and admiration is less conditional than a dog? I think not. Who better to bring out your humanity?

Proto Tea Baggers?

Poor little fascists, how unfair.

Dry those teary eyes, QM.

as soon as a dying dog was mentioned i felt teary - everything else, not a thing. not sure what that says about me.

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Not a completely new kind of crazy - reminds me of the fervent, teary-eyed nationalism of Mao's Cultural Revolution. Turns my stomach

I know, it may make no sense. That is because I am not a true religious values voter. Thus, I have absolutely no morality and I am ultimately destined for Hell(tm). At this juncture it is pointless for me to refrain from making fun of religion. If I stop now, I am still going to Hell(tm)

If I am to suffer an eternity being tortured by the big cloven hoofed red-guy(tm) with horns and a pitch fork, I might as well go out in an intense blaze fueled by fiery brimstone, dragged tooth an nail by Beelzebub and his Quasit army into the depths of the nine hells. I suspect the Leprechauns living in the upper levels of the underworld just below my tulip patch will laugh... teary eyed... at me, as I swoop past them when the Earth opens to claim it's luscious, juicy prize.

After the first decade, both the tortured soul and the demons must become rather bored. Rather repetitive it must be to torture the same person over and over and over again. After a while it just becomes monotonous and not unlike working for the Department of Public Works. Nowhere as exciting as teaching 'Exorcism 101' at the Vatican, or 'How To Maintain 21 Virgins And Have Sex With Them Too' as taught at so many Madrassa around the Middle East.

I suspect Hell must be quite a heavily populated place. Especially with the Earth's population increasing to FAR beyond what it was 6000 years ago. A full 6.6 billion strong! Though as the entire universe is only 6000 years old, they most certainly must have planned ahead to reserve plenty of real estate. They will be fine I am certain. Considering the Earth's diameter is quite a large 12,756.1 km. As a result, we can further calculate the Earth's Volume, which is 1,097,509,500,000,000,000,000 cubic meters. Taking that into account we have PLENTY of fire and brimstone for ALL! Plenty of room in Hell(tm) I say! At least I won't be in cramped quarters. Plenty of room for a few US military bases, and a Pentecostal Church. Demons just LOVE speaking in tongues. Being forked and all, they are quite adept at the language.

Peace.


>> ^MarineGunrock:
No, I say it because just about every one of your comments has something to do with insulting Christians - even on videos that have nothing to do with religion.
In reply to this comment by honkeytonk73:
>> ^MarineGunrock:
You really are a hateful sumbitch.
In reply to this comment by honkeytonk73:
Voter disenfranchising in the name of JEEEESUS. All for the sake of maintaining 'values voter' superiority. Christian morality at it's finest I say.


I probably should not have singled out values voters as being solely Christian. I apologize as that is wholly not fair in the least. Though those not able to speak to invisible magical friends simply have no values, so apparently they cannot be taken into consideration.
I wouldn't call myself hateful (others may and have the right to do so). Rather, I consider myself to be equally unbound by any form of deistic superstition among the hundreds which currently exist and the greater number which has existed in the past.
To elaborate, for those who have interest:
Each superstition in their own right is -entirely- correct in that they are the 'one' true faith. Everyone is correct, as it makes perfect sense. It is also politically correct to roll over and agree that everyone is equally deluded. Life is simpler that way is it not?
So now... I will now go bathe in the Lake of Fire(tm) for my sins, wherever that may be. I'll be sure to let everyone know if fire can exist in a liquid form... though I highly suspect it will be a lake of superheated plasma, rather than fire. In that case, I suspect the environment in hell is of quite high pressure.
The typical maximum pressure at which the human body can maintain life is measurable scientifically. On the other hand.. the non-corporeal 'spirit' with zero nerve endings, could potentially withstand infinite pressure. But then what would be the point? With no nerves, can one have pain? So what is the purpose of torture then? Maybe the big red horned guys just insult the damned denizens over and over again... and that is how they torture.
These are such insults I suspect I will endure in the various supposed afterlives:
"No your mother is NOT Aphrodite, I said a HERMAPHRODITE you nincompoop!"
"Your hair is as big as Tammy Fae Bakker and your eyelashes help you fly!"
"You smell like an all too lonely Arabian goat herder!"
"Your mother was a priestess of Lesbos!"
"Your real father was Pan, your momma got rammed darn good eh Mr coven hooves?"
I shall update everyone from Hell(tm) when I arrive. I hope they have broadband. Watch, one torture is to only provide a 300 baud inernet connection. Upper case text only. TRS-80 COCO!!

I hit the loose juice, and pulls up in the duece
He gives me the scoop about the fake ass troops
And how nigga's out they're wanna play
I take another hit of the way, and then I blast away
How far playa? Far enough to go off the edge
I push another nigga off the ledge
So I stumble as I slide to the chevy
Yeah my eyes kinda teary, and gun kinda heavy
I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin
Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin
High powered on my way too the west side
To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fightings what I do, and nigga's in my crew
Don't take lightly, to you busta's, and so we say f**k you
Then buck you, tuck you in for the night
As you think about the paper at the funeral sight
So when I'm hangin wit the click, and we in demand
I feel good that the city of angel's call me black superman

Now everybody know, black superman
Everybody sing, black superman
Now everybody know, black superman

Now it was once said by a known loc G
Always tryna come up, and yeah that's a G
Uh, cause when I bomb it's like a curse
Cause see once in a lifetime, everybody did some dirt
I guess it got to me the same
So at the age of 15, I enterted the dope game
I had my cane locked up tight
In the day I went to school, but I clarked all night
And when I went to class I always feel asleep
But I was out like a motherf**ker, if somebody beeped
My teacher said, 'boy can't it wait?'
I said, 'naw I got to put some mo' icin on my cake'
I think I saved about 50 G's
I bought a truck, a house, and a coup on D's
Moms is trippin, but she really don't know
All I'm thinkin is she ain't on the county no mo'
Before my mama f**ked wit the county again
I'd rather take the risk of doin 5-10
I'm not takin a chase, I'm staright makin a chase
So now we deserve, to get what we wanna get
I got my mama up outta they're
Because y'all motherf**ker's just don't care
Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum?
Because my mama to me comes number one
Now you sucka motherf**ker's don't understand
But to my mama, I'm her real black superman

I'm surprised this got sifted as I was more than happy to let it rest peacefully in my PQ.

Actually, the "overacting or in-character" is one of those trick questions: the overacting is in character. I'm stepping on my movie reviewer soapbox for just a moment (hey, some guys know sports inside & out. I know movies.)

In the film, Glover's character, Layne, is your basic teenage slacker who goes to great lengths to help his "friend" John after he learns that John kills a fellow student. Layne's concern, while well-intended, is disingenuous and ultimately wasted. Keanu Reeves' character, Matt, points this out to Layne with "I know you don't really care this much." and that "you don't think things through."

And when Ione Skye's character mentions "Mission Impossible" Matt immediately starts humming the familiar theme. These kids have been raised to believe that if they act concerned and helpful the way they do on TV, then they may actually be concerned and helpful.

Credit goes less to Glover and more to the director, Tim Hunter, for crafting the performance of a kid whose motivation is to, basically, overact. Hunter's directing talents were last used on the AMC's Mad Men, another gem!

There's a good parallel story involving Matt's younger brother, Tim (played by Joshua Miller...now there's bad acting). Tim keeps picking on their younger sister by "killing" her favorite doll. In fact, the opening scene of the film shows him tossing the doll into the river (foreshadow alert) and in the background during this opening scene, we hear John shouting in jubilation at the river's edge, celebrating his own evil deed. Later, Tim destroys the doll's grave marker erected by the toddler, who protests to Keanu Reeves, teary-eyed, "He's killing her again!"

In a brash abandonment of symbolism, Dennis Hopper's pot-dealing character is named "Feck" for goodness sake, playing the only character who really cared about the girl he killed years ago. So basically, he's the only one not feckless. I always thought that was neat.

As you can imagine, I recommend this film as an excellent exception to the cinematic crap that the 80's produced.

Politics as usual, rhetoric, emotionalism, pep-rally consciousness, pan shots to prominent celebrities teary-eyed, iconic images designed to send meaning to the trunk of the jalopy.......Issues seemingly important and preeminent (health care,race, gender, etc) are lauded as all-important, while the agendas behind the scenes click along as usual, to keep the corporate power structure intact, and the money flowing to the upper tier of society, as it always has.....

The hope of Obama?? The change??? What will change is nothing but a face.......Ya lemmings, educate yourselves-You can start by getting rid of this defective programming apparatus-we can begin this "Hope for Change", by taking away the power and influence these fucks have over the gullible and easily led.....STOP WATCHING THEIR PROGRAMMING. PROGRAM YOUR OWN MIND FOLKS-and fuck these rich folks, controlled by the ultra-rich.....

Obama needs to be stripped of all his clothing and paraded through the streets on a donkey.....like Jesus did....and Jesus was Black, too!!!

Thanks for sharing that, Kronos. I got a little teary... with joy for Molly, of course. I just want to give her a hug.

Tags for this video have been changed from 'craig ferguson' to 'craig ferguson, eulogy, mind your back, teary, sad, uplifting, love beyond reason' - edited by gwiz665

Always heartwarming when a child gets to see their father brutally murder someone.

I'm getting all teary...

I tried with this one a few months back. Said it then, I'll say it again, simple and magnificent. I get teary every time I watch it. A songbird taken too soon.

Maybe I should produce a gigantic flameout and then come back a week later, all teary and apologetic. That'd be fun.

Makes me get all teary-eyed thru you..
..."vicariously stimulating!"

Aww, thanks, everyone, for the welcome, the compliments, and the gifts. I'm getting all teary here.

I'm away for the day (so the biography will still be *procrastinated) but firefly, I did make my husband watch that video and all he said at the end was that yeah, a beer would be good. You can report that raw data to the wife -- I dare not examine it more closely right now.