Harbinger, a person or thing that foreshadows or foretells the coming of someone or something, may refer to:
Glenn Edward Lee Beck (born February 10, 1964) is an American conservative radio host, vlogger, author, entrepreneur, political commentator and former television host. He hosts the Glenn Beck Program, a nationally syndicated talk-radio show that airs throughout the United States on Premiere Radio Networks. He formerly hosted the Glenn Beck television program, which ran from January 2006 to October 2008 on HLN and from January 2009 to June 2011 on the Fox News Channel. Beck has authored six New York Times–bestselling books. Beck is the founder and CEO of Mercury Radio Arts, a multimedia production company through which he produces content for radio, television, publishing, the stage, and the Internet. It was announced on April 6, 2011, that Beck would "transition off of his daily program" on Fox News later in the year but would team with Fox to "produce a slate of projects for FOX News Channel and FOX News' digital properties". Beck's last daily show on the network was June 30, 2011. In 2012, The Hollywood Reporter named Beck on its Digital Power Fifty list.
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When Lane McCrae confronts the outlaw that murdered his family, the battle leaves him fatally wounded. He is visited by the Devil, who offers him a deal that would save the lives of both he and his brother, but instead makes him a bounty hunter for Hell replacing his predecessor. When Zathera, the embodiment of death, walks the earth, it's up to Lane, Hawk and their team, to stop her before she wipes out humanity. They are not the only ones hunting Zathera though - there are others who want to reach Zathera first, for plans of their own!
Keywords: cowboy, desert, devil, gunfight, gunfighter, gunslinger, hell, horse, old-west, pistol
The Road to Hell is paved with Good Intentions...
The End is Near
Superman: Her name is Kara Zor-El, from Krypton. She's my cousin.::Batman: You're cousin just torched $50,000 worth of custom hardware.::Superman: Send me the bill.::Batman: On a reporter's salary, right.
Superman: [reading Zor-El's message] "This vessel carries my daughter, Kara Zor-El from the now dead planet Krypton. Treat her as you would your own child. She will prove a treasure for your world."::Batman: Treasure. You're sure of the translation?::Superman: It says treasure. Not terror, not trouble. Always the cynic. You can't help yourself, can you?::Batman: You know those tests I was running? Her cellular structure is a shade more dense than yours. She metabolizes sunlight more efficiently. It could be her youth. It could be something else. Bottom line, she might be more powerful than you. It makes me wonder. So does her sudden appearance.
Superman: Krypto's just feeling a little overprotective. Aren't you, boy?::Batman: I don't know. I've always considered him a good judge of character.::Superman: Look, she's been through a lot. Not to mention learning an entire language in less than a week. Why don't you cut her some slack?::Batman: We don't know anything about her. She claims to have no memory of anything prior to splashing down in Gotham Bay.::Superman: I'm not saying there aren't loose ends.::Batman: Having no control over her powers is more than a loose end. She's dangerous.::Superman: Which is why she's in quarantine until she can gain control. She may be the only blood relative I have left. I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, at least for the time being. You don't have a problem with that, do you?::Batman: No problem at all. But I can't speak for the dog.
Batman: Does any of this fill in your memory lapses?::Kara: Some. I know that's my Uncle Jor-El and my Aunt Lara.::Batman: Because Superman, Kal-El, told you.::Kara: No. Because I remember. Uncle Jor-El was like my father. They both believed the planet was doomed which is why my father also built a ship. He told me the navigation system was locked onto Earth and that he and my mother would soon follow. I was just about out when I saw them die, right before my eyes. And then there was that light, that awful, blistering light. Then, all I remember is darkness. The rest you told me. How the asteroid carried me across the galaxy until it broke apart and I landed here.::Batman: Do you remember your mother's name?::Kara: You know I don't. Why don't you trust me?::Batman: Kal-El has enemies who would go to great lengths to destroy him.::Kara: You think I would hurt my own cousin?::Batman: Perhaps not intentionally.::Kara: I sensed your presence earlier because I thought I heard your heartbeat. I was wrong. You have no heart.
Kara: Oh, my gosh. That was so much fun. I'm going to love being an Earth girl.::Clark Kent: You've certainly got the shopping part down.
Superman: What's the point of this? Kara could level the entire island.::Wonder Woman: Having power and knowing how to use it aren't the same thing. You of all people should know that.::Superman: She's getting on my nerves.::Wonder Woman: I heard that too.
Batman: [about to fight an army of Doomsday clones] Well? Did you come here to sightsee or fight?
Big Barda: When I said drop in anytime, this isn't quite what I pictured.::Wonder Woman: Hello, Barda.::Big Barda: Diana. You didn't leave, like, an invisible plane in the driveway, right?
Big Barda: Seriously, Diana. When someone brings hope to another person, it's a gift. And growing up in this hellhole...::Granny Goodness: Where you grew up, Barda, is where you will die.::Big Barda: Well, well, the gang's all here.::Gilotina: You should have never come back, Barda. Although, personally, I look forward to watching you die.::Big Barda: I'd tell you to go to hell, Gilotina, but given in the situation, that'd be redundant.
Granny Goodness: Surrender, Amazon.::Wonder Woman: Barda!::Gilotina: Surrender now, or the bitch dies.::Big Barda: No, Diana, let them kill me. Never surrender.::Granny Goodness: Imagine how pleased Darkseid will be. Why settle for some girl who fell to Earth when I can deliver to him the champion of the Amazons.
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Anthony Block is about to receive his PhD when he learns that he must pass an exam testing his reading proficiency in a foreign language. Remembering his painful past in Hebrew school as a child, he decides that he can test only in Biblical Hebrew. But after failing twice, he considers cheating as he faces a third exam. But Anthony experiences an ethical crisis: how can he stand in front of a classroom for the rest of his life if he never earned the right to be there?
Keywords: ethical-crisis, independent-film, religion, university
The right choice is not an option.
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Topper Harley is found working as an odd-job-man in a monastery. The CIA wants him to lead a rescue mission into Iraq, to rescue the last rescue team, who went in to rescue the last rescue team who... who went in to rescue hostages left behind after Desert Storm. The President is Tug Benson, who also likes to be in on the action. Basically, it's a send-up of all the big shoot-em-up Rambo/Robocop/T2/Commando-type movies.
Keywords: accidental-death, ak-47, bare-chested-male, bow-and-arrow, character-shouts-"geronimo", clothes-ripping, comic-violence, coward, crushed-head, crushed-to-death
Just Deux it.
The mother of all sequels!
Grab your guns! It's Hot Shots Part Deux!
News Anchorman: In an emotional address at the state capitol Nebraska Governor, Paul Burmaster made a public apology for his state being so flat.
Topper Harley: Of all the missions in all the jungles you had to walk into this one.
Topper Harley: [after Ramada has been shot] For a moment there, I thought you were...::Ramada Rodham Hayman: Gabriella Sabatini? I get that all the time. It must be the nose.
Harbinger: Thank you, Topper. I can kill again! You've given me a reason to live.
Harbinger: War... it's fantastic!
Saddam Hussein: Now I will kill you until you die from it!
Ramada Rodham Hayman: I had to come. It was a sequel.
[Addressing a roomful of Japanese businessmen]::President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: It seems like only yesterday I was strafing so many of your homes. Here I am today, begging you not to make such good cars.
Topper Harley: These men have taken a supreme vow of celibacy, like their fathers, and their fathers before them...
President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Cookie?::Col. Denton Walters: No, thank you, sir.::President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Young lady?::Michelle Rodham Huddleston: No, thank you, sir.::President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: No, I was just offering him a young lady.
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Two American sailors, Fiorello and Jimmy are slugged while sight-seeing in Rome and, together, they dream they are back in Rome in the days of Nero. They embark on a series of mis-adventures that include a pocket billiard contest with Nero, the establishment of an amusement park, a football (American football, not Soccer) game with a Grecian urn as the pigskin and a 1950's jam session with Roman musicians. They become favorites of Nero and his adviser Tigellius becomes jealous and goes to Sophonisbo the Sorceress for a potion which will turn Nero's favor to hatred; Jimmy and Fiorella also visit her seeking a love potion which will make Marcus fall in love with their handmaiden friend Licia. The potions are switched which leads to a series of confusions climaxed when Nero surprises Jimmy making love to Empress Poppea. They are soon in a chariot fleeing for their lives, followed by a second chariot driven by Nero.
Keywords: dream, rome-italy
QUO LAUGHTER ! It's A Roman Carnival Of Roaring Spectacle And Spectacular Fun!
HAVE A GUEST AROUND, AT HOME
HE IS NOT TO TAKE YOUR SOUL
HIS DARK FACE IS IN THE HOOD
HE'LL SUPPRESS ALL LUST IN YOU
FEAR NOTHING IF YOU SIN
IT'S NOT A JUDGE, THE ONE WHO SPEAKS
BUT FORTEASTE OF YOUR ORDEAL
THE PRIMAL PROMISE OF HELL
IN SILENCE HE CRIES
KNOWS THE ABBYS
KNOWS HOW ONE
SHOULD LIVE FOR THE SKY
BUT HIS FATE IS LIKE A THREE
GROWING SOMEWHERE IN THE WIND
WHAT HAPPENS? IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE
BUT IS THERE ENOUGH TIME?
HEAR HIS FOOTSTEPS ON THE STAIRS
NOW'S SILENCE, NOTHING'S LOUD
I CLOSE MY EYES - GO OFF YOU MONSTERS!!!
I'M BEING TORN TO PIECES, BLEEDING
THEY SNEER AT MY OBEDIENCE
I SCREAM BURIED IN MY GRAVE
'CAUSE FOR CHANGES IS TOO LATE
IN SILENCE HE CRIES
KNOWS THE ABBYS
KNOWS HOW ONE
SHOULD LIVE FOR THE SKY
BUT HIS FATE IS LIKE A THREE
GROWING SOMEWHERE IN THE WIND
OUT OF GOOD AND EVIL, WE'RE NOT BOUND BY ANY FEELINGS
UNDER A MASK, INSIDE A NACKED SOUL
IN TRUTH, WE ARE STILL ALONE
STILL WE SUFFER, YET WE ARE HERE
FEAR GROWS WHEN DEATH IS NEAR
'CAUSE IT'S HARD TO LIVE AND DIE
AND STILL BELONG TO HUMANKIND
IN SILENCE HE CRIES
KNOWS THE ABBYS
KNOWS HOW ONE
SHOULD LIVE FOR THE SKY
BUT HIS FATE IS LIKE A THREE
GROWING SOMEWHERE IN THE WIND
Pulling on the apron strings looking upStanding on the chair to be grown upI feel so little, I need my pillowI hate the time, I hate the clockI want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
Sunday's pancakes Miss Mary MackColor Polariods show my heart attackIn my second-hand pants and dusty shoesThe day that the playground laughed at my shoesIt's my birthday next week and what I want pleaseIs to turn on the heat so the fish won't freezeThe fish in the tank froze and died last weekOh I want to be a dog or I want to be a leaf
Quarry miners, fishermenIn my town of BethlehemPicket fences, church at tenNo star above my Bethlehem
Now I'm only 16 and I think I have an ulcerI'm hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirtI've lost five pounds these past few daysTrying to be class president and get straight A's, well,Who gives a shit about that anyway?I want to be a dog or a lump of clay
Chorus
Still I'm tired of standing stillTired of living - stillEveryday I dream of leaving
Everybody's talking about Becky's bustThe boys on the basketball team just fuckThe same ten girls, who don't know who they areThey're looking for some comfort in the back of a carThe six-packs of beer, the locker room jeersI don't want to be me, I don't want to be here
Chorus
Red brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads, daffodilsNo star above my Bethlehem
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rockI don't want to be me, I don't want to be hereBethlehem
inching nearer each and every moment, feel the rhythm of our drums.
Searching, seeking forward thinking, a dawning of mind that we create.
A border breaking for the taking, words that remind us to awake.
I don't need a bold commandment; I've got one of my own.
Stand alone.
Let's watch Babylon fall, our captivity.
Vices of the kingdom, exile in luxury.
You'll hear the darkest voice say bow before, crawl beneath, dance around my altar, if you grovel long enough.