“Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore.”—César E. Chávez
“You know what’s gonna happen with Hip Hop? Whatever’s happening with us. If we smoked out, Hip Hop is gonna be smoked out. If we doing all right, Hip Hop is gonna be doing all right. People talk about Hip Hop like it’s some giant living in the hillside, coming down to visit the townspeople. We are Hip Hop. Me, you, everybody, we are Hip Hop. So Hip Hop is going where we going. So the next time you ask yourself where Hip Hop is going, ask yourself “Where am I going? How am I doing?”—Mos Def “Fear Not of Men”
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.”—Dwight D. Eisenhower
“If the entire fuel has melted the odds are it will go straight through the pressure vessel and therefore through the ground until it gets to the water table. Then it will cool down, but the problem is that the water table will start leaching actinides and fission products from the melted glob of fuel into the environment. So you will end up with some radioactive contamination of water supplies and ultimately crops and other products. That’s a major problem because radioactive particles are much more dangerous when digested — they cause internal irradiation of organs with resulting increased cancer risks…The severity of the water table risk depends on the local topography — it depends on the depth of the water table, which itself moves up and down. I would imagine the water table is quite close to the surface right now because of all the flooding, which is not good.”—Shan Nair, a British nuclear safety expert who was part of a panel that advised the European Commission on its response to the Chernobyl disaster (via “Six Ways Fukushima is not Chernobyl” http://tpmlivewire.talkingpointsmemo.com/2011/03/six-ways-fukushima-is-not-chernobyl.php?ref=fpb )
“It is difficult to make conjectures at this point about the final disposition of the damaged fuel without further information. However, during our only operating experience with a partially melted and subsequently cooled core, Three Mile Island, the fuel mass was fully contained by the reactor vessel, resulting in minimal radiation release to the public.”—
“Importantly, no amount of data or solid evidence will convince the latter—the false consensus bias guy—that he is wrong. That’s because it’s not a belief, it is a maneuver, it is an act to protect the self, an act that they will take as far as they need to. “No, they’re lying, they’re just not willing to admit it.” When you hear that—“I speak for others who are too frightened”—run; because if they had a gun, they would speak for you.”—The Last Psychiatrist http://thelastpsychiatrist.com/2011/03/when_is_it_okay_to_rape_a_woma.html
“Should any political party attempt to abolish social security, unemployment insurance, and eliminate labor laws and farm programs, you would not hear of that party again… There is a tiny splinter group, of course, that believes you can do these things…. Their number is negligible and they are stupid.”—
Dwight D. Eisenhower
What they lack in numbers and intelligence, they make up for by how loud they shout
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run …but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant …
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket …booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) … but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that …
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda …. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning ….
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave ….
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark —that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
After watching “Rango”, I now imagine this soliloquy with Danny Elfman’s “Finale” from “The Kingdom” playing in the background.