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    412 KB Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:28 No.13018432  
    /tg/, let's have a pep talk/motivational speeches thread
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:32 No.13018455
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:49 No.13018581

    No offense towards George Carlin - the man spoke his mind and made us think harder - but I always thought Lewis Black did a better job making people laugh while he was telling the truth.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:50 No.13018587
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:50 No.13018596

    George Carlin wasn't always trying to make a joke though. Sometimes he was just mad at ignorance and wanted people to open their eyes, even if just a little .
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:53 No.13018630

    Agreed, goddamn.

    One of my players treats the guy like some kind of hero, laughing as he quotes lines and shoves the entire thing in my face like I'm the jerk for not getting overly excited about corporate scandals.

    I get it. Power corrupts. The lesson has been taught and the man is dead and that sucks, but you don't have to flip your shit over every little thing.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:56 No.13018658

    Yeah, but he was a comedian first. Nothing wrong with making your act thought-provoking...but I wanted to laugh, too. I don't think I ever laughed once at his act.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:56 No.13018659
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    I don't know about pep-talks, but this thread appears to have taken a turn for the bitchfest.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)18:59 No.13018692
    Not a huge fan of either Black or Carlin to be honest - both are okay, but I'd take Carlin over Black any day.

    The reason?
    Black often just seems like hes yelling, or leading into yelling. Or maybe its just me.
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:15 No.13018848
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    Great motivational speech right here.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:18 No.13018867
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    This one was written for the adventurer in all of us.

    This one's for you, fa/tg/uys.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:19 No.13018882
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    Easier to read version, though I like the other one better.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:20 No.13018886
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    That was amazing thank you thank you fgfsdgd
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:21 No.13018895
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:23 No.13018914

    I think the wrong term is being used here which is why there is so much contention over Georgie-boy. He stopped being a Comedian in the Mid 80's and started moving toward being a political un-activist to coin a phrase. He preached without preaching 'cause he didn't force anyone to his shows or to buy his books nor were his acts clean enough to show on regular television (or his humor for that matter)

    Carlin isn't a comedian, he's a traditional Fool. The court jester. Not someone who dances around like an idiot but the one man in the royal court allowed to stand on the outside of society and point inward. It makes some people uncomfortable and it makes some people roll their eyes and dismiss it as nothing but he believed in everything he said as his observation. I was there as his last performance and he knew he was dead. The weight on his shoulders of all the terrible shit society has produced ontop of life in general had killed him and yet he still plied his craft one more time. He talked alot about government and corporations and all sorts of things like that but what he didn't say outloud was the real finger was pointed to every last member of his audience who agreed with him and yet would get up out of their seat after the show was over and not do a damn thing about all the things he'd just mentioned. That was the real joke, Just as cynical, bitter, and defeated as he was in the end. He wasn't a profit, he wasn't a man of science, he wasn't a salesman, he wasn't even that much of a comedian anymore. He was just a fool.

    The fool always gets the last laugh but doesn't always want to.
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:28 No.13018948
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    "Every morning, I wake up and put one foot on the ground, and another foot up the ass of the working man."
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:28 No.13018955
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    Nikolai Dante has a good, if short, one.
    I'm too cool to kill!
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:28 No.13018956
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:29 No.13018962
    hot damn. that was good enough for a quote image.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:30 No.13018974
    But we knew what was meant.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:33 No.13018995
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    Another one for the heart of the adventurers out there.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:35 No.13019014
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    This is... Motivational, Inspirational, but it is not exactly a speech. Comes in 4 parts, I think.

    Wait for the end before you condemn me.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:36 No.13019025
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    Context isn't really necessary, but Skurge is the norse god of hitmen or something, and he's basically been the patsy of this entire story.
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    My mistake, it has 5 parts.
    Wait for it.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:38 No.13019046
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:40 No.13019066
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    >Quck video showing people who failed, but with passion, pursued their dreams and became great.

    >Carl Sagans Pale Blue Dot Speech

    >Toonami, do I really need to say anything else?

    > Guy travels the world, dances, and meets with people from all over

    >Frys Holophoner Symphony

    >Cat gets hit by a car, another cat trys to save its life

    >Henry V St. Crispians Day Speech

    >Music Video that will bring out your inner child

    > Baba Yetu+ Mans Greatest Marvels

    >A really, REALLY awesome aquarium

    >Free hugs

    >Best speech......ever
    >> Enginseer Kirk !!kVeclOBrFLY 12/03/10(Fri)19:52 No.13019188
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    I will carry this in my soul forever.
    Because you're right, and he was right. And I wish I was a fool.
    Fuck, where did I leave my Watchmen folder?
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)19:54 No.13019207
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    >> monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)19:57 No.13019232
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    To dream the impossible dream
    To fight the unbeatable foe
    To bear with unbearable sorrow
    To run where the brave dare not go

    To right the unrightable wrong
    To love pure and chaste from afar
    To try when your arms are too weary
    To reach the unreachable star

    This is my quest
    To follow that star
    No matter how hopeless
    No matter how far

    To fight for the right
    Without question or pause
    To be willing to march into Hell
    For a heavenly cause

    And I know if I'll only be true
    To this glorious quest
    That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
    When I'm laid to my rest

    And the world will be better for this
    That one man, scorned and covered with scars
    Still strove with his last ounce of courage
    To reach the unreachable star
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:03 No.13019277
    Playing a character like this, feel good man!
    >> monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)20:09 No.13019333
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    I just wish I could play a character like that...

    to the left is a plaque I will see who can Identify it first.

    and below is a short poem also on a plaque somewhere.

    find them both.

    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
    With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
    A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
    Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
    Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
    Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
    The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
    "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
    With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:12 No.13019359
    The Commando's Prayer
    Give me, my God, what you still have;
    give me what no one asks for.
    I do not ask for wealth, nor success,
    nor even health.

    People ask you so often, God, for all that,
    that you cannot have any left.
    Give me, my God, what you still have.
    Give me what people refuse to accept from you.
    I want insecurity and disquietude;
    I want turmoil and brawl.

    And if you should give them to me,
    my God, once and for all,
    let me be sure to have them always,
    for I will not always
    have the courage to ask for them.

    Corporal Zirnheld
    Special Air Service
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:13 No.13019371
    The site of the battle of Thermopylae, or its memorial, correct?
    >> monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)20:14 No.13019383
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    you are off by several thousand miles.

    wouldn't that be in Greek?
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:15 No.13019389
    What I saw:

    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
    With conquering limbs, oiled bodies, firm pecs;
    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
    Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:18 No.13019414
    Statue of liberty.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:19 No.13019429
    He stood alone at Gjallerbru. And that is enough.

    Chills each time I read these pages
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:23 No.13019464
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    >> monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)20:24 No.13019467
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    you have one, but not the other.

    the image in>>13019333 is set upon an ancient door, in a place now swallowed by a city, whose existence depended on the heroes who died within.

    of those I have read all of their names, and found that they did not originate there, nor anywhere near but came to this place and fought and died in the name of their personal beliefs. there were more Germans, Irish, and British there than there were people of that land.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:25 No.13019481
    >> monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)20:27 No.13019499
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    I have never been that far north.

    I took this picture myself, and stood within the halls of this building.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:30 No.13019539
    valley forge?
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:33 No.13019575

    ...The Alamo?

    That bit about there being more Germans British and Irish seems to ring a bell.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:34 No.13019586
    >Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    >I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
    But, but... they're STEALIN' OUR JORBS!
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:36 No.13019598
    the below poem is in the statue of liberty, but the plaque confuses me
    british and germans would mean revolutionary war period
    >> monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)20:41 No.13019646
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    yes, you are correct. in that place gathered men from all quarters, from lands far away.

    they gathered there as strangers, but they are remembered as Texans, they fought shoulder to shoulder upon those walls and died.

    those men strove for the unreachable knowing that though they might fail, they would fail weapons in hand, surrounded.

    that spirit you sometimes hear, at those times when a Texan who really knows the story says "Remember The Alamo." it's those men you're hearing, talking though time, remembered eternally.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)20:54 No.13019748
    >Bring out your inner child

    Video got taken down. What's the song called?
    >> I collect quotes monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)20:56 No.13019765
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    "Do you really want to spend your entire lives praying for longevity? We were born to die! Whoever is with me, come to the battlefield tomorrow morning. Whoever is not, stay where you are and watch me win it!"

    "In strategy the longest way round is often the shortest way there; a direct approach to the object exhausts the attacker and hardens the resistance by compression, whereas an indirect approach loosens the defender's hold by upsetting his balance."

    "You can try to fight evil while remaining good. You'll fail, because you can't. You turn evil to kill evil, so the good don't have to suffer."

    "We will fight them, sir, till hell freezes, and then, sir, we'll fight them on the ice."

    People sleep peaceably in their beds at night because rough men are willing to do violence on their behalf. (George Orwell)

    “Only a warrior can choose the path of peace. All others must beg and plead for it.”
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    >> I collect quotes monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)21:10 No.13019868
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    Life is filled with pain, both mental and physical. There's not a damn thing you can do about it. If you let your body rule your life, you'll never accomplish anything. When you're tired, when you're sore, when you're sick, when you think you can't go even one more step, that's the time to let the mind take over. The body is merely a shell that must do what the mind orders.

    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!

    If you're in pain, that's too bad. You might as well be in pain and accomplish something. You'll get plenty of rest after you die.

    "it is better to live one day as a lion then 100 years as a sheep"

    "Come on, you sons of bitches, do you want to live forever?"

    "The two loudest sounds you will ever hear from your weapon are the *bang* when it's supposed to go *click* and the *click* when it's supposed to go *bang*." - Anonymous

    "The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propaganda, they can certainly be corrected by good men with rifles."
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)21:16 No.13019924
    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)21:16 No.13019927
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    >> Lots and lots of quotes monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)21:17 No.13019938
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    Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men. One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that. He answered, "Fixing the wire, Sir". I asked, "Isn't that a little unhealthy right about now?" He answered, "Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed". I asked, "Don't those planes strafing the road bother you?" And he answered, "No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!" Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds.-Patton

    Heroes who shed their blood and lost their lives! You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and Mehmets to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours. You, the mothers, who sent their sons from far away countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.

    World War One English Soldier upon returning to a friendly trench with a wounded comrade, said nothing merely slumped to the ground. His wounded friend told his superiors that the man carrying him had killed twelve Germans with a cavalry saber as they tried to capture them.
    The officers returned to the soldier, and asked him why he fought so hard. "They got in my way." was all he replied.
    He received the Victoria Cross, he died later in the war.
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)21:33 No.13020078
    See these boys lying here?
    killed in a terrible battle of differences
    well, In death they are not so different.
    In death they have no reason to quarrel.
    For they all have mothers who weep for them
    they all have friends who hope to see them soon
    they all work hard and long, for what they think is right
    and for that, they all die together on this snowy field
    If in death we are no different, then we will continue killing until we are all the same
    that is when, truly, humanity will be dead
    so raise your glass so the fighting may continue
    and let our differences lead us to turmoil
    and let turmoil lead us to life
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)21:38 No.13020131
    need more motivation
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)21:40 No.13020140
    Damn that font. My eyes are getting messed up trying to read it...
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)21:50 No.13020240
    /tg/, you glorious bastards. Now I want to sell my house, put all my shit in a camper van, and go out to conquer the world.
    >> and more monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)21:51 No.13020257
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    When a bubble's gone, you don't see it anymore with your eyes. And when an opera is over, you don't hear it anymore with your ears. But you can remember it. You can remember what bubbles look like and what operas sound like and what friends feel like. And you'll always have them with you in your memory.

    “You know, you don't have to look like everybody else to be acceptable and to feel acceptable.”

    “If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.”

    What really matters is not just our own winning but helping other people to win, too.

    At the center of the universe is a
    loving heart that continues to beat
    and that wants the best for every person.

    Anything we can do to help foster
    the intellect and spirit and emotional growth
    of our fellow human beings, that is our job.

    Those of us who have this particular vision
    must continue against all odds.

    Life is for service.
    -Mr. Rogers
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)21:56 No.13020300
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    Even if I could redo the past, I must not take back what has already happened.
    Because if I do that, everything would be a lie.
    Those tears.
    Those pains.
    Those memories.

    ---That cold reality that hurts my heart, all of it.
    There were people who died in pain.
    There were people who risked their lives to save others.
    There were people who mourned for the deaths.
    But then, if everything was taken back, where would all of those go?
    The dead people would not come back.
    Reality cannot be overturned.
    To continue on remembering the pain and the weight...isn't that how lost things are remembered?

    ...People will eventually die, and death itself is sad.
    But pain shouldn't be the only thing that remains.
    A death is painful but it also leaves behind bright memories.

    As I am bound by these peoples' deaths...
    As I am protected by my memories of Kiritsugu...
    I believe memories become constraints and change the living now.
    ...Even if...
    They are memories that will eventually be forgotten.

    "---This path...I do not believe it's the wrong one."
    >> monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)21:59 No.13020323
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    but you wont, and neither will I because we are both spineless worms that would rather be ADEQUATE than the BEST.
    Take a look out there, out that window- You see an army? Because that's what I see. Now look at yourselves- Six men. Six men that thought they'd be going home next year. Six men, hiding in this hovel, counting their breaths; six men that signed their lives away when they were just boys.
    Because that's what I see. Just six simple, lost men. Men sitting there, with their heads down, waiting to die. And that's all you're going to be- Because when those fuckers outside pour over this building, they're going to gun us down like old dogs whether or not you're shooting back or curled up in a puddle of your own piss.
    So stand. Stand, and grab your goddamn rifle, and get your asses to that window, and start shooting. And keep shooting. Keep shooting till your gun turns hot, then keep shooting, Keep shooting till your gun runs dry, then start stabbing. Keep stabbing until your knife breaks, then start hitting- And when those fuckers finally lay you out on this shit-stained piece of ground, take a look at yourselves- And you won't see six men. You'll see six heroes.
    Because, men, you don't walk into death- You can't. You can sit somewhere nice and easy, and wait it for to take you. You can huddle in a corner with your bill of surrender and wait for it pull you up by the throat and drop you into hell.
    But you can't walk into it- Because death sees a standing man and he steps aside. And you trod right on by him, you nod back over your shoulder, and you keep right on walking- Into history, into glory, into life everlasting.
    Now get yourselves up. We walk together.
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:01 No.13020356
    Where is that from?
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    >> monotreeme 12/03/10(Fri)22:03 No.13020376
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    I think it's some improv, I got it from /k/

    and this won a Pegasus award
    madame curies hands

    A young and headstrong lady, was Madame Marie Curie,
    And radiation was the field she studied selflessly.
    She didn't know the dangers, as she worked long nights alone,
    And spent her health to open up the secrets of the stone.

    Now nature has no honor and the gamma ray no soul,
    They cut her hands to pieces as she labored toward her goal.
    The skin was marked and blistered and the joints were stiff and sore,
    And pain was something that she barely managed to ignore.

    The lady never faltered as our ignorance gave ground
    And never thought about herself as knowledge there she found.
    If you would wish to know the cost the search for truth demands,
    You only have to take a look at Madame Curie's hands.

    A desperate muse she followed when she tracked the gamma glow,
    Driven not by thought of gain, but an urgent need to know.
    Her life was not a long one, though she served her master well.
    Leukemia was her reward, along with two Nobels.

    So many souls have followed in the path the lady led,
    And some returned with victory while others came back dead.
    The ones who rode the shuttle and the ones who never flew,
    Each paid the price with honor for the knowledge we pursue.

    So thanks to all who travel down this long and deadly road,
    And thanks to all who take the risks and carry mankind's load.
    The way is never easy and there are no promised lands,
    For those who make the sacrifice of Madame Curie's hands.
    For those who choose the sacrifice of Madame Curie's hands.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:06 No.13020395
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:06 No.13020396
    know then thyself, presume not god to scan
    the proper study of mankind, is man.
    -Alexander Pope
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:10 No.13020434
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:10 No.13020443
    Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
    And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
    Round many western islands have I been
    Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
    Oft on one wide expanse had I been told
    That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
    Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
    Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
    Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
    When a new planet swims into his ken;
    Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
    He star'd at the Pacific - and all his men
    Look'd at each other with a wild surmise -
    Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:14 No.13020471
    "I have seen that it is not man who is impotent in the struggle against evil, but the power of evil that is impotent in the struggle against man. The powerlessness of kindness, of senseless kindness, is the secret of its immortality. It can never by conquered. The more stupid, the more senseless, the more helpless it may seem, the vaster it is. Evil is impotent before it. The prophets, religious teachers, reformers, social and political leaders are impotent before it. This dumb, blind love is man’s meaning. Human history is not the battle of good struggling to overcome evil. It is a battle fought by a great evil, struggling to crush a small kernel of human kindness. But if what is human in human beings has not been destroyed even now, then evil will never conquer."
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:25 No.13020561
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:25 No.13020562
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    1. Oh, they've got no time for glory in the Infantry.
    Oh, they've got no use for praises loudly sung,
    But in every soldier's heart in all the Infantry
    Shines the name, shines the name of Rodger Young.

    Shines the name — Rodger Young,
    Fought and died for the men he marched among.
    To the everlasting glory of the Infantry
    Lives the story of Private Rodger Young.

    2. Caught in ambush lay a company of riflemen
    Just grenades against machine guns in the gloom
    Caught in ambush till this one of twenty riflemen
    Volunteered, volunteered to meet his doom.

    Volunteered — Rodger Young,
    Fought and died for the men he marched among.
    In the everlasting annals of the Infantry
    Glows the last deed of Private Rodger Young.

    3. It was he who drew the fire of the enemy
    That a company of men might live to fight;
    And before the deadly fire of the enemy
    Stood the man, stood the man we hail tonight.

    Stood the man — Rodger Young,
    Fought and died for the men he marched among.
    Like the everlasting courage of the Infantry
    Was the last deed of Private Rodger Young.

    4. On the island of New Georgia in the Solomons,
    Stands a simple wooden cross alone to tell
    That beneath the silent coral of the Solomons,
    Sleeps a man, sleeps a man remembered well.

    Sleeps a man — Rodger Young,
    Fought and died for the men he marched among.
    In the everlasting spirit of the Infantry
    Breathes the spirit of Private Rodger Young.

    5. No, they've got no time for glory in the Infantry,
    No, they've got no use for praises loudly sung,
    But in every soldier's heart in all the Infantry
    Shines the name, shines the name of Rodger Young.

    Shines the name — Rodger Young,
    Fought and died for the men he marched among.
    To the everlasting glory of the Infantry
    Lives the story of Private Rodger Young.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:34 No.13020652
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:37 No.13020683


    I am so glad that shitstain is rotting in a pine box.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:38 No.13020688
    Obvious troll is obviously trolling
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:40 No.13020715
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:46 No.13020803

    No, that's just my honest opinion. He was funny, at one point. Good for him. But in his elder years he became a bitter, warped bastard who spewed bile every time he opened his fucking mouth.

    We all know this is true.

    However, that's just, like, my opinion, man, so if you don't like it, proceed to not give a fuck.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:47 No.13020808
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)22:47 No.13020810
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)23:14 No.13021061
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)23:17 No.13021084
    this is illegible
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)23:19 No.13021109
    It reads thus:

    "When one man, for whatever reason, has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary life, he has no right to keep it to himself."
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)23:20 No.13021116
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    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)23:21 No.13021129
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    On the topic of developing RPG plots from borrowed material for all you GMs out there.
    >> Anonymous 12/03/10(Fri)23:29 No.13021203
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    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)00:34 No.13021770
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    >> when The Giants walked monotreeme 12/04/10(Sat)00:42 No.13021843
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    Oh, take me in a dream or real
    To that old time the earth once knew
    When all the lands alive with legend
    Shared a future bright and new
    When all the animals were tame
    When every creature talked
    When giants walked


    Before peculiar was a sin
    The world was playground for us all
    And giants were our gentle friends
    Before we took that tragic fall
    And light was dripping honey
    On the mountains and the shore
    But no one speaks of giants anymore

    Before peculiar was a sin
    When honor-bound was something real
    Before all creatures learned to fear
    Before we learned to lie and steal
    The giants danced in circles
    'Round the fires we built to share
    And now we cannot find them anywhere

    And then peculiar turned to sin
    And different meant a friendship's death
    And all the rare and special beasts
    Stopped in their tracks and held their breath
    And when the giants saw this
    There was nothing left to say
    And that was when the giants went away

    Yes, when peculiar turned to sin
    They gathered in their giant hands
    The different and defenseless fey
    The strangest creatures in the lands
    And carried them away
    Before another day could dawn
    And still nobody knows where they have gone

    So now peculiar is a sin
    And honor is a useless token
    Different means a life alone
    And love is better left unspoken
    Everyone who lives outside
    The circle that we`ve chalked
    Would love to go to where the giants walked

    And if peculiar is a sin
    Then mark me with a sinners brand
    And if the gods are kind to me
    I'll climb into some gentle hand
    And leave behind a world so blind
    It cannot see my face
    And go to where peculiar is a grace
    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)00:54 No.13021978
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    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)08:44 No.13025455
    I love you guys
    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)09:37 No.13025817
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    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)09:46 No.13025891

    I liked it in that Death Cab for Cutie song.
    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)09:47 No.13025896
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    Great Video for sure, but I prefer him actually giving the speech: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yX39J_YyKbs&NR=1
    >> I apologised on 4chan !!857o4GkKJgy 12/04/10(Sat)10:02 No.13025998
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    "There are here some who would stand between you and death. You must not die. You must not die by any hand; but least of all by your own. Until the other, who has fouled your sweet life, is true dead you must not die; for if he is still with the quick Un-Dead, your death would make you even as he is. No, you must live! You must struggle and strive to live, though death would seem a boon unspeakable. You must fight Death himself, though he come to you in pain or in joy; by the day, or the night; in safety or in peril! On your living soul I charge you that you do not die- nay nor think of death- till this great evil be past."
    - Abraham Van Helsing
    >> monotreeme 12/04/10(Sat)16:08 No.13028626
    rolled 84 = 84

    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)17:38 No.13029327

    It's funny because you're attributing to him the same faults he constantly railed against.

    If people were sane and reasonable, we would be living in a sane and reasonable world, if you see a problem, it means that you're supposed to fix it, not bitch about it repeatedly.

    Of course, the biggest problem in this day and age is apathy, if people had any fucking pride then they would better themselves, but apparently after two generations of flag-waving and pretending that nothing is wrong out of cowardice, my generation is filled with a bunch of masochistic wimps who let everything fall to shit around them. Just like their parents.
    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)22:04 No.13031851
    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)22:07 No.13031890
    Coming from a guy who surfs the web for hours at a time, this is just funny.
    >> Anonymous 12/04/10(Sat)23:15 No.13032729
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    No, I happen to agree with this supposed "troll".

    The entire philosophy of "teh MAN is keepin you down!" is just another defeatist excuse. You know what "The Man" really is? Another thing to blame your problems on. An incorporeal force for weak men to shift responsibility onto every time something goes wrong. Just another "higher power", really. No different from hyper-religious self-defeatists who go "Well, obviously God doesn't want me to succeed, so I'm not even going to bother". But an interesting thing about "higher powers". They only have control over you to the extent that you give them that control. "The Man" is just a bogeyman; he exists only because your fear and self-doubt have willed him into existence. The genuine flesh-and-blood entities the term is attributed to--the politicians, the lawyers, the CEOs--they actually have no direct control over you, at all. Only you do. Only you have the power to decide whether you will kick open the door of your house and shout at the world that you have had enough of its shit and starting today things are going to happen as you want them to happen...or whether you will decide that some invisible force is "holding you back" and sulk back to your room to whine about "The Man" on the internet. The politicians, the lawyers, the CEO's, they are not gods. They are men and women, just like you. They take care of families and hang out with friends and watch movies and drink beer and hug their children and give presents on Christmas, just like anyone else.

    You want to know who "The Man" REALLY is?

    He is you.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)03:39 No.13035717
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    bump for great thread, if anyone has some more WAR/MOTIVATIONAL plz post.

    >was corembet
    why am I not supprised that it was Corembet
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)03:41 No.13035749
    I just kicked open my door and declared myself king of the world because I was all hot-blooded and alpha as fuck

    Fuck you anon

    I can hear the sirens are getting closer
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)05:25 No.13036577
    The problem with the western world is so very simple, we have convinced ourselves that our shit tastes better than food.

    If you attempt to convince them that shit is not edible, you become the enemy, because they would rather consign themselves to a life of suffering than believe that other people are happy.

    It's why reality TV is so fucked up instead of bettering ourselves and those around us, we choose to enshrine pathetic wretches who's sole purpose is to make us look good by comparison.

    It's only a matter of time before mainstream culture hits rock bottom.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)05:28 No.13036598
    You have made me empathize with Ayn Rand.

    Fuck you.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)05:59 No.13036828
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    > I just kicked open my door and declared myself king of the world because I was all hot-blooded and alpha as fuck

    Post of the thread right there.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)06:01 No.13036849
    >It's why reality TV is so fucked up instead of bettering ourselves and those around us, we choose to enshrine pathetic wretches who's sole purpose is to make us look good by comparison.

    This. This a thousand times. I'm sure my fellow Britfags will agree that all our soap shows exist just to make people feel better by watching fictional characters with improbably tragic and drama stuffed lives.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)09:52 No.13037946
    ... why is there a wolf on the union jacket? There haven't been wolves in Britain since... well, since for practically forever?
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)09:55 No.13037976
    Though they have been reintroduced recently to restore biological diversity and to keep the prey populations under control.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)10:05 No.13038050
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    I count soaps and reality shows as the same thing.
    I literally cannot sit through an entire episode of either.
    >Retardedly bad acting
    >Writing so bad it reads like Chrischan joined BAFTA
    >Shitty budgets and sets that look like they are filmed in someones front room

    I watch film and TV for escapism, I want to be entertained, I want to think, I don't want to listen to stupid bints talking about some character as if it was real.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)10:08 No.13038074
    Yeah that chav problem was really getting out of hand.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)10:09 No.13038079
    Still is out of hand. You been outside recently?
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)10:31 No.13038258
    Yes the cold weathers had a good effect, but they breed too fast for it to last
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)11:20 No.13038616
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    Tehre is noh time to beh lohst!

    Battle Brothars!

    Spehss mahreens, todeh the enemeh is at oua doar! We know oua duteh and we will do eet. We fight for our honor as Blod Rehvens,
    as SPEHSS MAHREENS, and we fight in the nehme of the Empra!

    And if we die this deh we die in gloareh, we die heroes' deffs, but we shall not die, no! It is the enemeh who will tehste deff
    and defeat!

    As you know! Moast of oua battle brothars are shtehtioned in SPEHSS, Pruhpeared to deep strike! Oua perimeter has been
    pruhpeared in the even dat oua enehmies should be so bald and so foolish. We have plehced numerous beacons, allowing for
    muhltiple, simuln-tehneous and devashtehting defensive deep strikes

    The Codecks astartees nehmes this maneuvah Steel Rehn. We will descend upon the foe, we will ovawhelm them - we will leave none
    alive! Meanwhile oua ground fawses will ensue the full defense of oua headkwaters

    We are the spehss mahreens! WE ARE THE EMPRA'S FUREH!
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)16:29 No.13041136
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    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)16:39 No.13041213
    Just a part of the Lay of Horatius. Anyone who's seen "The Impossible Planet" has heard part of it. I get goosebumps every time.


    Then out spake brave Horatius,
    The Captain of the Gate:
    "To every man upon this earth
    Death cometh soon or late.
    And how can man die better
    Than facing fearful odds,
    For the ashes of his fathers,
    And the temples of his gods,


    "And for the tender mother
    Who dandled him to rest,
    And for the wife who nurses
    His baby at her breast,
    And for the holy maidens
    Who feed the eternal flame,
    To save them from false Sextus
    That wrought the deed of shame?


    "Haul down the bridge, Sir Consul,
    With all the speed ye may;
    I, with two more to help me,
    Will hold the foe in play.
    In yon strait path a thousand
    May well be stopped by three.
    Now who will stand on either hand,
    And keep the bridge with me?"


    Then out spake Spurius Lartius;
    A Ramnian proud was he:
    "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,
    And keep the bridge with thee."
    And out spake strong Herminius;
    Of Titian blood was he:
    "I will abide on thy left side,
    And keep the bridge with thee."


    "Horatius," quoth the Consul,
    "As thou sayest, so let it be."
    And straight against that great array
    Forth went the dauntless Three.
    For Romans in Rome's quarrel
    Spared neither land nor gold,
    Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life,
    In the brave days of old.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)16:42 No.13041235
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    This is good and you should feel good.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)17:12 No.13041455
    George Carlin reminds me a lot of Mark Twain. Both focused on satire and social criticism, both were rather pessimistic, and both were funny as hell.

    On a somewhat related note, has anyone else here ever seen Hal Holbrook's "Mark Twain Tonight" act?
    >> Command Squad !8CHDJ3c6tQ 12/05/10(Sun)21:18 No.13044311
    This thread ain't dead yet. I refuse.

    You know what I learned thought all of my time on Earth? These years that I've been alive?
    Never plan anything.
    Say you'll do something, and then do you best to do it. Don't plan on it being done, or plan on it being perfect, because odds are you'll be wrong. Someone out there will tell you it's wrong or the wrong color or done at the wrong time. People just do shit like that and they can't help it.

    What you need to do is get good at going with the flow. Time is like a river, always moving, always going forward. Trying to plan something perfectly is like trying to pinpoint a single drop of water in the flowing river. Instead, go along with it, let it carry you to places you didn't think you'd go. Rivers bend and split, speed up and slow down. Time is no different.
    But, if all you do is go with the flow, all you do is end up at the end like everyone else. So swim. Move around in that river. Touch the banks. Feel the bottom. Hell, catch a beauty while you're there.

    Go with the flow, but don't let it tell you where to go. Be your own individual and experiance life and time how you want to. Don't let anyone else tell you the right or wrong way to do it. They don't know any more than you. They're following the plan on how to navigate that river, and they'll fall on their asses for it.

    Be your own man or woman. Lead your own life. Make it one to remember.

    You only travel down the river once.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)21:57 No.13044818
    The Great Minimum

    * It is something to have wept as we have wept,
    It is something to have done as we have done,
    It is something to have watched when all men slept,
    And seen the stars which never see the sun.
    It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
    Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
    It is something to have hungered once as those
    Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.

    * To have seen you and your unforgotten face,
    Brave as a blast of trumpets for the fray,
    Pure as white lilies in a watery space,
    It were something, though you went from me today.
    To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
    Perilous ancient passions, strange and high;
    It is something to be wiser than the world,
    It is something to be older than the sky.

    * In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
    And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
    In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
    It is something to be sure of a desire.
    Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
    Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
    Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
    And the lightning. It is something to have been.
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)22:05 No.13044928
    Same source, but perhaps more /tg/ leaning:

    "Fairy tales are more than true — not because they tell us dragons exist, but because they tell us dragons can be beaten."
    >> Anonymous 12/05/10(Sun)22:17 No.13045083
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:10 No.13046502
    Post more, dangit. Post pictures with quotes on them. They are much more interesting.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:18 No.13046606
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:21 No.13046644
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:32 No.13046769
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    And that's it from me for now. Not going to bother posting more pictures if no one wants to discuss them or contribute.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:38 No.13046823
    Even though at least one Anon is enjoying it?
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:40 No.13046842
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    Well, alright. If only for my fellow anon.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:41 No.13046844

    Jolly good read.
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:48 No.13046935
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    I have been fucking tearing up this whole god damn thread. Every post/link makes me want to just start bawling tears of joy/inspiration for some reason."

    Why am I such a pussy /tg/?
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:49 No.13046946
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:50 No.13046965

    oh, god. You're not alone, brah.
    I don't often go to /tg/--more usually /mu/. But you guys are so awesome. This thread is so awesome.

    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:51 No.13046973
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:53 No.13047008
    /r/ing the Delta Green "One Last Night At The Opera" wallpaper.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)00:56 No.13047044
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:00 No.13047078
    For some reason I always get thoroughly inspired by the Sermons of Vivec.

    >The grand design takes flight; it is transformed not only into a star but a hornet. The center cannot hold. It becomes devoid of lines and points. It becomes devoid of anything and so becomes a receptacle. This is its usefulness at the end. This is its promise.

    >The sword is the cross and ALMSIVI is the Triune house around it. If there is to be an end I must be removed. The ruling king must know this, and I will test him. I will murder him time and again until he knows this. I am the defender of the last and the last. To remove me is to refill the heart that lay dormant at the center that cannot hold. I am the sword, Ayem the star, Seht the mechanism that allows the transformation of the world. Ours is the duty to keep the compromise from being filled with black sea.

    >The Sharmat sleeps at the center. He cannot bear to see it removed, the world of reference. This is the folly of the false dreamer. This is the amnesia of dream, or its power, or its circumvention. This is the weaker magic and it is barbed in venom.

    >This is why I say the secret to swords is the mercy seat. It is my throne. I am become the voice of ALMSIVI. The world will know me more than my sister and brother. I am the psychopomp. I am the killer of the weeds of Veloth. Veloth is the center that cannot hold. Ayem is the plot. Seht is the ending. I am the enigma that must be removed. These are why my words are armed to the teeth.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:01 No.13047096
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    >The ruling king is to stand against me and then before me. He is to learn from my punishment. I will mark him to know. He is to come as male or female. I am the form he must acquire.

    >Because a ruling king that sees in another his equivalent rules nothing.

    >The ruling king will remove me, his maker. This is the way of all children. His greatest enemy is the Sharmat, who is the false dreamer. You or he is the shingle, Hortator. Beware the wrong walking path. Beware the crime of benevolence.

    >You alone, though you come again and again, can unmake him. Whether I allow it is within my wisdom. Go unarmed into his den with these words of power: AE GHARTOK PADHOME [CHIM] AE ALTADOON. Or do not. The temporal myth is man. Reach heaven by violence. This magic I give to you: the world you will rule is only an intermittent hope and you must be the letter written in uncertainty.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:03 No.13047117

    >Reach heaven by violence.

    Nerevar, don't believe in yourself! Believe in the me that believes in you!
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:03 No.13047122
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:08 No.13047176

    hahaha oh wow this works really well backwards actually. Kamina as the original Nerevar, Simon as Vivec, Yoko as Almalexia, Kittan as Sotha Sil, the Spiral King as Dagoth-Ur, Nia as the Nerevarine. And the Septim emperor is the Antispiral.

    why couldn't Oblivion have been about the Nerevarine doing awesome shit :(
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:11 No.13047211
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:11 No.13047213
    To survive, mankind needs to want to move forward. The masses must have the desire to break free of their chains and live without the comforts and insecurities to which they have become accustomed. Forcing freedom onto this helpless society is no better than letting them remain blind to their own hopelessness.

    These people don't need a revolutionary. They need a hero.

    They need hope.

    Killing the people at the top won't end the war. Destroying all their precious weapons won't end the war.

    This war will only end when humanity is ready for it to end. When we WANT it to end. No matter how much you push, no matter how noble you think your intentions, in the end, a revolutionary who solves his problems with violence is just as doomed as the government he seeks to overthrow.

    I don't want to free these people. I want to show them that they have a choice

    This is the same guy who posted the quoted post. This is the speech that goes with that picture from Armored Core 4. Its a Mecha game in the vein of Heavy Gear.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:11 No.13047224
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    >Spiral King as Dagoth-Ur

    "I thought we might once again be friends... comrades... brothers in arms. But I have won this place and power by right of conquest. By right of daring and enterprise. I will not risk it to cunning and deceit. I offer you no deals. If you are my enemy, I cannot trust you. And even if you are not my enemy, I cannot let you stop reading this in my voice."
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:13 No.13047237
    You're my forever girl, /tg/, never change.
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:21 No.13047318
    The Alamo, and Emma Lazarus' poem on the New Collossus.

    Goddamnit /tg/, you've gone and made me cry.
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    These ones with incorrect grammar and spelling really ruin the effect.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:25 No.13047363
    Somebody archive this, please. Too tired to do it myself.
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    >> Captain Baha 12/06/10(Mon)01:28 No.13047404
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    I've always wanted to be a writer. What kid doesn't? I mean, you can dream of ANYTHING, and put it down on a sheet of paper, bam! You're a writer. So when I said I would write a short story, and try and get it published, my friends rolled their eyes. When I gave it a few of them to look at, they laughed at, they laughed at the plot. They laughed at the character. I sent that story to the magazine.

    It took them two and a half months to tell me no.

    But I'm not going to give up. I spent two weeks writing an eleven page story. And I will either spend the next few years seeing rejection letters, or I'll find somebody who likes what I write.

    When I said I wanted to be a Geologist, my friends looked at me and laughed. They asked me "what will you do? You'll be the poor the rest of your life!" I told them the story of a man named Vladamir Obruchev. He may be one of the most famous Russian Geologist's of all time. He is credited with mapping the interior of Central Asia, along with Siberia. Not to mention the numerous scientific articles, or the three books he wrote. (Plutonia, his best, is the first book of his I read. It's a great read, I'll be honest.) He has a mountain named after him, a river, and an award given out every year. Maybe I won't be as good a Geologist as Obruchev, but I can try. I might not get a river, or a mountain, or my own award. But I'll sure as hell try. I know the odds are stacked against me. I don't even like math a whole lot, and a lot of science just has me looking at the professor as if he's an alien. But I want to do this. I want to be a Mineral Exploration Geologist. Sure it might not pay as well as Computer Science. But it'll make me happy. I hope that's enough for this world.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:30 No.13047424
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    >>13047404 cont.

    I wrote a few poems, that I'll be giving out for my friends to read. They'll probably laugh at me and tell me I'm crazy. But the last laugh is mine.

    Because I tried.
    Don't laugh at failed attempts, when you have never attempted. Eventually, even the greatest failures succeed. If only once. But once is all I want.
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:47 No.13047646

    I'm so glad we can't have porn, but we can have shitty motivational posters everyone has seen thousands of times.

    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:47 No.13047647

    If you want to be a mineral explorer dude... guy... come to Australia. The mining industry here is fucking booming, you'll be up to your eyeballs in coke and hookers.
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:49 No.13047671
    This is the single best thread I have seen on 4chan in all my years being here.

    Never change, /tg/.
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:51 No.13047693
    Read the thread while listening to a band called VnV nation.
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    >> Captain Baha 12/06/10(Mon)01:52 No.13047707
    I know. But being in the US restricts my chances a bit. I had about three major area's mapped out for my future career: Australia, Central Asia, and South America. I'd almost consider Africa, but that's a little bit too risky for my liking.
    >> monotreeme 12/06/10(Mon)01:56 No.13047749
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    rolled 30 = 30

    a bit late on your guesses,

    but both correct.

    and your tears are delicious
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)01:57 No.13047769

    He said MINERAL EXPLORER, not drug addict with gonorrhea.
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)02:00 No.13047796
    Fuck yes, I just played through that part today. I was even wondering if any quotes from Metro 2033 would show up.

    >Why, ickers
    Just because, Captcha.

    Just because.
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    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)02:07 No.13047864

    My new motherfucking desktop background.

    thank you so much
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)02:10 No.13047895
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    Here's another version.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)02:12 No.13047920

    ...even better. I appreciate that, man, I really do.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)02:24 No.13048034
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    And I think I'll try & steal the image limit.

    Have something oddly pleasing.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)02:30 No.13048094
    fucking brilliant
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)02:49 No.13048292
    please more
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)03:27 No.13048677
    bump for greatness

    someone archive this thread ;_;
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)03:47 No.13048896
    Will this be allowed on suptg?
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)04:06 No.13049060
    This thread helped more than anything else did tonight.

    /tg/, you're all bros, and you're all fucking awesome.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)05:33 No.13049720
    Agreed. Had been horribly depressed. This thread fixed that.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)08:28 No.13050797
    bumping for posterity
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)08:41 No.13050836
    Here's a line I've always appreciated, and I think its' one that appeals to everyone. Certainly everyone here:

    "He who has never failed somewhere, that man can not be great."
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)08:50 No.13050866
    You know what? Fuck conventions. This thread is one of the best I've seen on /tg/ in a while and you can only feel better after reading through it. I'll archive it, not because I should, but because I can.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)10:42 No.13051489
    I love you /tg/
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)11:43 No.13051981
    Holy fuck, /tg/.

    This pretty much cemented the idea that you guys have the best board ever.
    >> monotreeme 12/06/10(Mon)13:42 No.13053042
    rolled 55 = 55



    A man is walking on the moon with his eyes turned up toward space
    And the bright blue world that watches him reflected on his face.
    The whole world sees the hero there and the module crew also.
    But few can see the guiding team that guards him from below.

    Step by step the longest march, can be won, can be won.
    Many stones can form an arch, singly none, singly none.
    And together what we will can be accomplished still,
    Many drops can turn a mill, singly none, singly none.

    Here's a health to the man who walked the moon, and the module crew above,
    And the team that watches from the sky with worry, joy, and love.
    To all who blazed the sky-trail come raise your glasses 'round;
    And a health to the unknown heroes, too, who never left the ground.

    Step by step the longest march, can be won, can be won.
    Many stones can form an arch, singly none, singly none.
    And together what we will can be accomplished still,
    Many drops can turn a mill, singly none, singly none.

    Here's a health to the ship's designers, and the welders of her seams,
    And all who man the radar-scan to watch our dawning dreams.
    For all the unknown heroes, sing out to every shore:
    "What makes one step a giant leap is all the steps before
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)14:19 No.13053385

    Ya its hip-hop (i think?) but it has a good meaning to it.
    >> the arrow and the song monotreeme 12/06/10(Mon)15:09 No.13053766
    rolled 24 = 24

    I shot an arrow into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
    Could not follow it in its flight.

    I breathed a song into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For who has sight so keen and strong,
    That it can follow the flight of song?

    Long, long afterward, in an oak
    I found the arrow, still unbroke;
    And the song, from beginning to end,
    I found again in the heart of a friend.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)15:19 No.13053845
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)16:24 No.13054442
    "Life is a long path to a goal. Drop your heavy luggage and enjoy walking with your hands empty."

    "The wishes of the children are the future reality…Adults that laugh at such dreams are no longer human."

    Kamen rider Kabuto.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)16:27 No.13054463
    It's not much...but here's one I always loved.

    "Heroism feels, and never reasons, and therefore is always right"-Ralph Waldo Emerson
    >> Magus O'Grady 12/06/10(Mon)17:12 No.13054780
    Once upon a time, the masses pointed to a mountain top.
    "That is the limit!" They cried. "That is as far as any mortal may go, and no farther!"
    The masses felt satisfied with their Limit. But Man did not.
    A Man climbed the peak, and looked down upon the masses.
    The masses looked up in horror, for they were not as satisfied now. "We were wrong!" they cried. "That was not the true Limit, or you would never have reached the peak! There!" They pointed to the horizon over the ocean. "There is the Limit! No mortal can cross that barrier!"
    Man was not satisfied. So man built boats, gathered fellow Men, and set forth.
    The masses cried out "Surely, the foolish Men will die! They cannot breach the Limit!"
    But Man reached the horizon, where the masses imagined monsters and death, and found new lands and new masses and new Men. He returned to his masses and brought them the wonders of distant lands.
    "Behold," said Man. "Your Limit is shattered!"
    "No!" cried, the masses. "We were wrong! That is not the true Limit!" And the masses thought long, and hard. The masses jealously viewed Man, who so easily did that which they thought impossible.
    "There!" The masses cried, pointing to the birds of the sky. "There is the Limit no mortal can achieve!"
    So Man sat and thank, while the masses nodded and applauded each other, smug in their cleverness.
    It took Man many years of thought and study and hardship, but one day, Man took flight. He gazed down at the Masses.
    >> Magus O'Grady 12/06/10(Mon)17:13 No.13054784

    The masses were once again horrified. "This cannot be!" they cried. "How can Man do that which we cannot! Where is the true Limit?"
    So the masses proposed many new Limits to Man. "Sail across land!" and Man cut a continent in half.
    "Touch the bottom of the Sea!" And Man dove deep, finding the bottom.
    "Cure that disease!" And Man cured it.
    "Tell us what the moon is made of!" And Man walked upon the moon.

    Finally, the asses approached Man, humbled. "You have done all we asked, so far. Tell us, how is it that you can do things no mortal can do?"
    Man replied honestly, as all Men must: "Because, I know the truth. There is no Limit. Nothing is impossible, so long as you think hard, work harder, and truly try. You could do all that i have, were you willing to Try. You are no different from I. Come, let us find all there is to find and learn all there is to learn together."
    Most of the masses shied away in confusion and fear, for life without limits was scary to them. But some.... some listened.
    So I ask you, now. What is your Limit?
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)18:05 No.13055276
    Ridiculous, barely relevant, but still quite inspiring. If you really must dig, after all...

    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)18:14 No.13055345
    Worse people have done more with less.

    You have everything you need right now, so keep trying. Keep trying until you've done so much, with so little, for so long, that you are qualified to do everything with nothing in no time at all.
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)19:20 No.13056031
    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)21:08 No.13057219
    And hell, why not. Honestly, this show just makes me think I can do anything, given time. Like Batman.

    Image limit reached, but no matter. Behold, the glory of URLs!

    >> Anonymous 12/06/10(Mon)21:10 No.13057242
    IF you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
    if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
    >> Magus O'Grady 12/06/10(Mon)21:37 No.13057637
    There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance
    A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance

    A planet of play things
    We dance on the strings
    Of powers we cannot perceive
    'The stars aren't aligned
    Or the gods are malign...'
    Blame is better to give than receive

    There are those who think
    That they were dealt a losing hand
    The cards were stacked against them
    They weren't born in Lotusland

    All preordained
    A prisoner in chains
    A victim of venomous fate
    Kicked in the face
    You can't pray for a place
    In heaven's unearthly estate

    Each of us
    A cell of awareness
    Imperfect and incomplete
    Genetic blends
    With uncertain ends
    On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet

    You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
    If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
    You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
    I will choose a path that's clear
    I will choose freewill
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)01:24 No.13060653
    /tg/, I just want to say thanks. Keep being awesome.


    There's something I want to tell you, and I hope you'll listen, because it's very important to me. This phrase was my mantra for existence during a difficult time in my life. This phrase once inspired feelings I haven't felt in far too long, the same feelings that were rekindled by the content of this thread. It may not match the poetry of some of the other quotes on this thread, but I still want to pass it on, in the hope that it may inspire someone else in the same way it inspired me, and in the hope that someone will learn from it, and live by it better than I have.
    ...Are you listening?
    "Never stop seeking that which seems unattainable."


    ---and another thing. This thread had better get archived, it deserves to be.
    >> half a chance monotreeme 12/07/10(Tue)12:36 No.13065312
    rolled 32 = 32

    there have been longer lived non stickied threads.

    The men who ride the rockets have dared to pierce the sky,
    To soar beyond the borders where we have no right to fly,
    To see light from sun and moon and stars unfiltered in their eyes
    But the cosmos is uncaring and it's bringing a surprise.
    One terrible surprise.

    I would climb aboard the rocket.
    I would dare to face the odds.
    I would reach into my pocket
    And I would roll the dice with God
    To see the world in free-fall,
    To be part of heaven's dance.
    Yeah, I'd like to think I'm equal
    If I'm given half a chance.
    «Cause I just need half a chance.

    With satellite and dog and man, the Russians got there first,
    For their rockets were the better and ours were sure the worst.
    They blew up just after launching  they blew up upon the pad.
    They spun round just like a pinwheel  do we have to be this bad?
    Why must we be this bad?

    But we learned to build them better and soon we sent a man
    From suborbital to orbit packed like Spam inside a can.
    We raced against the Russians, but that race was over soon.
    On Saturn's mighty back, we rode a rocket to the moon
    And walked upon the moon.


    Our men never died in space, though it might have been just chance,
    For we flirted with disaster, held her tightly in the dance.
    We built a Shuttle, safe and sane, to orbit and return.
    We kissed the icy lips of space and sent them off to burn.
    Explode in fire and burn.

    But we learned to build them better and we turned again to fly,
    «Till a line of smoke and fire stretched thin across a Texas sky.
    We will learn from this disaster, just as we have learned before,
    And we'll form a line to board her as we go to space once more.
    To fly in space once more.

    (Chorus twice)
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)13:59 No.13065959
    I love you guys, /tg/. You really don't need any other board.
    >> the pharaoh and the seargent monotreeme 12/07/10(Tue)17:14 No.13067280
    rolled 15 = 15

    SAID England unto Pharaoh, “I must make a man of you,
    That will stand upon his feet and play the game;
    That will Maxim his oppressor as a Christian ought to do,”
    And she sent old Pharaoh Sergeant Whatisname.
    It was not a Duke nor Earl, nor yet a Viscount—
    It was not a big brass General that came;
    But a man in khaki kit who could handle men a bit,
    With his bedding labelled Sergeant Whatisname.

    Said England unto Pharaoh, “Though at present singing small,
    You shall hum a proper tune before it ends,”
    And she introduced old Pharaoh to the Sergeant once for all,
    And left ’em in the desert making friends,
    It was not a Crystal Palace nor Cathedral;
    It was not a public-house of common fame;
    But a piece of red-hot sand, with a palm on either hand,
    And a little hut for Sergeant Whatisname.

    Said England unto Pharaoh, “You’ve had miracles before,
    When Aaron struck your rivers into blood;
    But if you watch the Sergeant he can show you something more.
    He’s a charm for making riflemen from mud.”
    It was neither Hindustani, French, nor Coptics;
    It was odds and ends and leavings of the same,
    Translated by a stick (which is really half the trick),
    And Pharaoh harked to Sergeant Whatisname.

    (There were years that no one talked of; there were times of horrid doubt—
    There was faith and hope and whacking and despair—
    While the Sergeant gave the Cautions and he combed old Pharaoh out,
    And England didn’t seem to know nor care.
    That is England’s awful way o’ doing business—
    She would serve her God (or Gordon) just the same—
    For she thinks her Empire still is the Strand and Holborn Hill,
    And she didn’t think of Sergeant Whatisname.)
    >> monotreeme 12/07/10(Tue)17:15 No.13067288
    rolled 71 = 71

    Said England to the Sergeant, “You can let my people go!”
    (England used ’em cheap and nasty from the start),
    And they entered ’em in battle on a most astonished foe—
    But the Sergeant he had hardened Pharaoh’s heart
    Which was broke, along of all the plagues of Egypt,
    Three thousand years before the Sergeant came—
    And he mended it again in a little more than ten,
    Till Pharaoh fought like Sergeant Whatisname.

    It was wicked bad campaigning (cheap and nasty from the first),
    There was heat and dust and coolie-work and sun,
    There were vipers, flies, and sandstorms, there was cholera and thirst,
    But Pharaoh done the best he ever done.
    Down the desert, down the railway, down the river,
    Like Israelites from bondage so he came,
    ’Tween the clouds o’ dust and fire to the land of his desire,
    And his Moses, it was Sergeant Whatisname!

    We are eating dirt in handfuls for to save our daily bread,
    Which we have to buy from those that hate us most,
    And we must not raise the money where the Sergeant raised the dead,
    And it’s wrong and bad and dangerous to boast.
    But he did it on the cheap and on the quiet,
    And he’s not allowed to forward any claim—
    Though he drilled a black man white, though he made a mummy fight,
    He will still continue Sergeant Whatisname
    Private, Corporal, Colour-Sergeant, and Instructor
    But the everlasting miracle’s the same!
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)20:40 No.13069393
    Kipling, in my /tg/? It's more likely than you think.

    Seriously, the best advice I ever got from my father about literature was to read Kipling's collected works.
    >> monotreeme 12/07/10(Tue)20:49 No.13069529
    rolled 10 = 10

    I got into kipling from reading the works of John Ringo.
    A Hymn Before Battle=>started the interest.

    The Hymn of Breaking Strain=>hits me right in the vocation

    Four Feet=>is graven upon the post I use as a memorial for my horse(RIP Nino)
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)21:18 No.13069964
    Well how about the man they called "Canada's Kipling"
    Robert Service

    If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about --


    If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're licked beyond a doubt --


    Don't let him see you're funking, let him know with every clout,
    Though your face is battered to a pulp, your blooming heart is stout;
    Just stand upon your pins until the beggar knocks you out --

    And grin.

    This life's a bally battle, and the same advice holds true

    Of grin.

    If you're up against it badly, then it's only one on you,

    So grin.

    If the future's black as thunder, don't let people see you're blue;
    Just cultivate a cast-iron smile of joy the whole day through;
    If they call you "Little Sunshine", wish that THEY'D no troubles, too --

    You may -- grin.

    Rise up in the morning with the will that, smooth or rough,

    You'll grin.

    Sink to sleep at midnight, and although you're feeling tough,

    Yet grin.

    There's nothing gained by whining, and you're not that kind of stuff;
    You're a fighter from away back, and you WON'T take a rebuff;
    Your trouble is that you don't know when you have had enough --

    Don't give in.

    If Fate should down you, just get up and take another cuff;
    You may bank on it that there is no philosophy like bluff,

    And grin.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)21:22 No.13070024
    Hell Robert Service got me though Basic

    When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
    And Death looks you bang in the eye,
    And you're sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle
    To cock your revolver and . . . die.
    But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
    And self-dissolution is barred.
    In hunger and woe, oh, it’s easy to blow . . .
    It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard.

    "You're sick of the game!" Well, now that’s a shame.
    You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
    "You've had a raw deal!" I know — but don't squeal,
    Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
    It’s the plugging away that will win you the day,
    So don't be a piker, old pard!
    Just draw on your grit, it’s so easy to quit.
    It’s the keeping-your chin-up that’s hard.

    It’s easy to cry that you're beaten — and die;
    It’s easy to crawfish and crawl;
    But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight —
    Why that’s the best game of them all!
    And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
    All broken and battered and scarred,
    Just have one more try — it’s dead easy to die,
    It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)21:23 No.13070034
    It’s easy to fight when everything’s right,
    And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
    It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near,
    And wallow in fields that are gory.
    It’s a different song when everything’s wrong.
    When you're feeling infernally mortal;
    When it’s ten against one, and hope there is none,
    Buck up, little soldier, and chortle;
    Carry on! Carry on!
    There isn't much punch in your blow.
    You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind;
    You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.
    Carry on! Carry on!
    You haven't the ghost of a show.
    It’s looking like death, but while you've a breath,
    Carry on, my son! Carry on!
    And so in the strife of the battle of life
    It’s easy to fight when you're winning;
    It’s easy to slave, and starve and be brave,
    When the dawn of success is beginning.
    But the man who can meet despair and defeat
    With a cheer, there’s the man of God’s choosing;
    The man who can fight to Heaven’s own height
    Is the man who can fight when he’s losing.
    Carry on! Carry on!
    Things never were looking so black.
    But show that you haven't a cowardly streak,
    And though you're unlucky you never are weak.
    Carry on! Carry on!
    Brace up for another attack.
    It’s looking like hell, but -- you never can tell:
    Carry on, old man! Carry on!
    There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,
    And some who in brutishness wallow;
    There are others, I know, who in piety go
    Because of a Heaven to follow.
    But to labour with zest, and to give of your best,
    For the sweetness and joy of the giving;
    To help folks along with a hand and a song;
    Why, there’s the real sunshine of living.
    Carry on! Carry on!
    Fight the good fight and true;
    Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;
    There’s big work to do, and that’s why you are here.
    Carry on! Carry on!
    Let the world be better for you;
    And at last when you die, let this be your cry:
    Carry on, my soul! Carry on!
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)21:27 No.13070097
    Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others

    Marianne Williamson
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)21:30 No.13070138
    >> Anonymous 12/07/10(Tue)21:34 No.13070196

    Actually I find Olivers speech more stirring, esp when you put it to the music from the new film


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