viernes, 31 de diciembre de 2010

V for Vendetta Speech

Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine — the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than 400 years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
Alan Moore

V's dialogue and poem from V for Vendetta

Evey: Who are you?
V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.

Evey: Well I can see that.
V. : Of course you can, I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Evey: Oh, right.
V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.

Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V. : I’m quite sure they will say so.

Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot…
Alan Moore

martes, 28 de diciembre de 2010

De La Torre President Evil New Action Figure

(Arte: JD Capiello)

New Action Figures Fundraising Campaign. De La Torre President Evil limited collectors edition Action Figure. Every dollar will be donated to the UPR. Buy it now. Offer valid for a limited time. Limited quantities. While supplies last.

martes, 7 de diciembre de 2010

A - FOR - ISMOS #14

151. Todo tipo de unión sentimental, sin distinción de género, debería ser legalizada como matrimonio. A nadie se le debe privar de una justa liquidación de bienes gananciales.

152. Si el comunismo pretende que todos comamos mierda, en el capitalismo tendrás que competir para siquiera olerla y rogar por no estar sobrecualificado.

153. Nuestra literatura ha hecho de la trascendencia una carrera profesional.

154. No entiendo la misantropía. ¿Para qué odiar la humanidad cuando puedes adoptar cualquier mascota?

155. A los animales hay que quererlos como tal. Quien quiere a un animal como a un miembro de la familia corre el riesgo de incurrir en la peor de las hipocresías.

156. No pierdas la ocasión de lucir elegante. Antes de ser mezquino, practica la generosidad congraciada.

157. No hay valores más nefastos que la paz y la conciliación cuando es la impunidad lo que se levanta como bandera blanca.

158. Nunca confíes completamente en un libro con el que estás totalmente de acuerdo.

159. Los recuerdos valiosos los guardamos en un cajón; los invaluables, en la memoria.

160. La literatura es la memoria de lo posible.