pentru Cotoi, cu drag :)

apropo de discutiile pe care le tot am cu Cotoi legat de sisteme sociale, inechitati si alte din astea, mi-am adus aminte de filmul meu preferat all-time.
Un extras de doar 3 minute, atentie la replicile lui John Milton (Al Pacino) si la argumentele cu care il condamna pe Eddie Barzoon (seful unui imperiu financiar).
Cred ca e destul de clara pronuntia in engleza a lui Al Pacino dar atasez la sfirsit si textul.

Sigur n-ai scris tu replicile, Cotoi? Ti se potrivesc de minune! Doamne cit iubesc filmul asta, stiu pe dinafara tot ce vorbeste, fraze intregi.
Ma pune pe ginduri de cite ori ma uit.
Atentie: violenta extrema spre final.



Text:
I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God's creature, right? God's special creature.
I've warned him, Kevin. I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game. Like a wind-up toy. Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels.
The next thousand years is right around the corner. Eddie Barzoon... take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium.
These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire. You build egos the size of cathedrals. Fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse. Grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god. Where can you go from there?
As we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity... and it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare; it's buy futures, sell futures... when there is no future.
We got a runaway train, boy. We got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them is getting ready to fistfuck God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean, as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to tote up their fucking billable hours. And then it hits home.
You got to pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now. Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot and you're screaming for someone to help. But guess what — there's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're God's special little creature.

da mi-a placut secventa. Cine stie poate am scris textul inainte sa mor si sa ma reincarnez )) Si da se potriveste ca o manusa parerii mele despre marea masa de oameni