I know you're out there. I can feel you now.
I know that you're afraid... afraid of us.
You're afraid of change. I don't know the future.
I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end.
I came here to tell how it's going to begin.
I'm going to hang up this phone, and then show these people what
you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world without you.
A world without rules or controls, borders or boundaries.
A world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.


You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.... Remember, all I'm offering is the truth, nothing more...

WAR - (Barret Strong, Norman Whitfield/Edwin Star)

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War is something that I despise
For it means destruction of innocent lives
For it means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes
When their sons go out to fight to give their lives

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War is the enemy of all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
Handed down from generation to generation
Induction destruction
Who wants to die

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

War has shattered many young men's dreams
Made them disabled bitter and mean Life is too precious to be fighting wars
each day
War can't give life it can only take it away

War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
Peace love and understanding
There must be some place for these things today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord there's gotta be a better way
That's better than
War

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

Fire Down Below - Steven Segal

I would like to start out by saying…..

Thank you for all the brothers and sisters who have come here today representing this cause. I have been asked by the tribal counsel to speak to you and members of the press about the injustice that has been brought against us by some government officials and businesses.

How many of you have heard of alternative engines. Engines that run on anything from alcohol, garbage or water. A carburetor that can get hundreds of miles to the gallon. Or electric or magnetic engines that can practically run forever.

You do not know about them because if they were to come into use they would put the oil companies out of business. The concept of the internal combustion engine has been obsolete for over 50 years, but because of the oil cartels and corrupt government regulation, we and the rest of the world have been forced to use gasoline for over 100 years.

Big businesses is primarily responsible for destroying the water we drink, the air we breathe and then food we eat.

They have no cure for the world they destroyed only for the money they make in the process. How many oil spills can we endure, millions and millions of gallons of oil are now destroying the ocean and the many forms of life it supports. Among these is plankton which supplies 60-90% of the earths oxygen. It supports the entire marine ecosystem which forms the basis of our planets food supply. The plankton is dying.

Well I thought let’s go to some remote state or country anywhere on earth, and in doing a little research I realized that these people broker toxic waste all over the world. They basically control the legislation, in fact they control the law. The law says, no company can be fined over $25,000 a day. But companies making ten million dollars a day by dumping lethal toxic waste into the ocean, its only good business to continue doing this.

They influence the media so they can control our minds, they have made it a crime to speak out for ourselves, and if we do so we are called conspiracy nuts and we are laughed at. We are angry because we are all being chemically and genetically damaged and we don’t even realize it. Unfortunately this will effect our children. We go to work each day and right under our noses our cars and the cars in front of us spew out noxious poisonous gasses, there all cumulative poisons, these poisons kill us slowly even if we see no effect.

How many of you would believe if we were told 20 years ago that on a certain day we would not be able to see 50 feet in front of us, that we would not be able to take a deep breathe because the air would be a mass of poisonous gas, that we would not be able to drink out of our faucets, that we would have to buy water out of bottles, the most common God given rights are being taken away from us. And fortunately the reality of our lives is so grim, no body wants to hear it.

Now I have been asked what we can do, We need a responsible body of people that can actually represent us rather than big business. This body of people must not allow the introduction of anything into our environment that is not absolutely biodegradable or able to be chemically neutralized upon production.

Finally as long as there is profit to be made from the polluting of our earth companies and individuals will continue to do what they want. We have to force these companies to operate safely and responsibly and with all our best interests in mind, so when they don’t we can take back our resources, our hearts and our minds and do what’s right. From Frankie Goes to Hollywood

"Silver Bells" by Paul Simon & Steve Martin

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks. Dressed in holiday style In the air There's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing People passing Meeting smile after smile and on ev'ry street corner you'll hear

Paul Simon & Steve Martin:
Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmas time in the city Ting-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day

(As Paul Simon sings/hums "Silver Bells" in the background)

Steve Martin: Last night, my child looked up at me and said, "Uncle Steve?" He didn't know I was his father. I didn't know for sure either. I just assumed I was. I had his mother so many times. And in so many different ways. The odds were with me. Anyway...he looked up at me and said "What does Christmas mean to you?" And I said: Liniel--Christmas is a time for giving. A time for receiving. A time for eggnog and rum.

A time for cutting down trees and hanging plastic doodads on them and watching them die slowly in your living room. Or catch fire and burn down your house with all your possessions. It's a time for buying things that haven't sold all year long, wrapping them up in shiny paper and giving them to your friends, return them and find out you got it on sale. And they can only exchange them for things of equal value like charcoal briquettes or matchbooks with other people's names on them. A time for giving your wife that special coat she always wanted.

Those seals didn't need their fur anyway. What do they want with it? They're dead already. It's a time for eggnog and brandy and driving home on icy streets, "accidentally nudging" the car next to you off the bridge. Into the frozen river, and watching the car sink, seeing the bubbles float up under the water. It's the time to sip an eggnog martini and think about the poor. And talk about feeding the naked and clothing the hungry. A time to get Christmas cards from all your friends at Consolidated and Allied and Acme. A time for watching all those happy kids sitting on Santa's lap in Toyland. Thinking to yourself: hmmmmm....maybe I'll be a Santa next year.

Twelve years old is not so far from eighteen. Maybe I should be laying a little groundwork for the future. It's a time for parties at the office with eggnog and vodka. Telling your boss what you really think of him--while he gets a perfect Xerox of your wife's rear end. A time for sitting by the hearth and sipping eggnog and tequila with your feet up on a burning log, realizing that Uncle Walt has been in your garage for forty-five minutes with the car running. You say to yourself, "damn, Uncle Walt...you were supposed to bring me back more eggnog. And that, Liniel, is what Christmas means to me.

Paul Simon/Steve Martin (singing):
Soon it will be Christmas day.