Plot
A disillusioned black ops agent is tasked with apprehending the young child of a genetically modified soldier and the daughter of a high government official in a future America ruined by civil war. . He soon realizes he is every bit as disposable as the the prey he tracks.
Keywords: future, genetic, science-fiction
Plot
Explorers Bartholemew Hunt and Leslie Edwards are setting forth against nature across the country on a journey to the Pacific Ocean against rivals Lewis and Clark. Along the way they have many mishaps and misfortunes.
Keywords: american-indian, bagpipes, bald-man, bar, bathtub, bear, bipolar-disorder, box-office-flop, bravery, campfire
Almost History... Almost Legends... Mostly Ridiculous.
Pratt: [Picks up Bidwell's ear from the dirt] Look at me. I'm going to make an experiment.::[Starts talking into the ear]::Pratt: Hello, Bidwell? Can you hear me?::Bidwell: I can hear you, Pratt.::Pratt: It works.::Edwards: Well, of course, it works. He's standing right... Let's get some sleep.
Pratt: Permission to check on the condition of my woman, sir? I wanna check on her bandages and see if she can keep some food down.::Edwards: You are aware, of course, that this woman of yours is... made of... straw?::Pratt: Oh, yes, sir. Figure that's why she burned so easy.
Edwards: Mr. President, we have to give bears the right to vote... or bears will rise up and then BEARS will be in congress and we will be the ones performing in the circus, wearing little hats.
Lady: I hope Satan himself burns the flesh from your miserable bones.::Hunt: Good God, Lady.
Hunt: Walk to Asia? I like it.
[When trying to read; repeated line]::Hunt: Muh... Hah-buh...
Jackson: Sir, Higgins has a story.::Edwards: Well, Higgins the floor is yours.::Higgins: This particular event happened last summer on my uncle's farm in Virginia. My brother and I had just finished cutting a field of hay and were enjoying the evening meal under the shade of an elm tree. He went down for water by the creek and when he was gone, I took a bowl that was filled with delicious plum pudding and placed into it, not one, but two large pieces of sheep shit. When he returned I encouraged him to taste the plum pudding... And as sure as Im standing before you, he did! He ate it all. Shit Pudding!::Edwards: You got your brother to eat sheep dung. That is a very interesting story.::Hunt: Tell him the ending, that's the best part.::Higgins: Oh yeah. To be perfectly honest with you sir, I have no brother. It was me. I ate sheep shit! Swear to God.::Edwards: Clever twist there on the ending.
Hunt: The next man who leaves for New Orleans [yells] will do so with a lead ball in his back!
Hunt: I name this here fork "Pittsburgh Nellie"; a Welsh whore who could do things with her one good arm that'd make you forget that *thing* on her neck.
Bidwell: [returns to camp after a bear has bit off his leg] Sir, I've been to hell and back.::Edwards: Yes, I can see that...::Bidwell: I suspect that you'll want to lead a hunting party to slay that terrible beast.::Edwards: Well, yes, that thought did cross my mind briefly. But now I have a better idea.::Bidwell: Yes, sir?::Edwards: I shall fashion for you the finest wooden leg you've ever seen.::Bidwell: But what about the bear?::Edwards: Rest assured, Bidwell, in 20 years or so, the ravages of old age will deal with the bear far more cruelly than we ever could have.::Bidwell: Revenge is sweet, sir.
Plot
A cruel dictator rules a Latin American state. Corruption, brutality and exploitation are present every day. A few people begin to organise resistance. Under the leader "El Leopardo" a small group of guerillas fights against the violent government...
Keywords: army, battle, boy, church, convoy, dictator, exploding-airplane, exploding-bus, exploding-dam, exploding-helicopter
Hard as stone soldiers of fortune fighting to survive
Hidalgo (Spanish nobility) (Fidalgo in Galician and Portuguese) is a traditional title of persons of the Spanish nobility or gentry. The word is a contraction of the phrases 'hijo de algo', literally "a son of something." Despite this informal-sounding term, the Spanish court rigorously regulated who was and who was not entitled to call himself an hidalgo.
Hidalgo may also refer to:
Giovanni Hidalgo a.k.a. "Mañenguito" (born November 22, 1963) is an educator, percussionist and recording artist in the genre' of Latin jazz.
Hidalgo was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico where he received his primary education. His grandfather had also been a musician, as well as his father José Manuel Hidalgo "Mañengue", who was a renowned conga player. Therefore, Hidalgo was raised in a household surrounded by drums, bongos, congas and timbales. He received a conga for his eighth birthday which had been handmade by his father. As a young child he practiced and developed his speed and playing skills on the conga and on the other instruments in his house. Hidalgo would drum a tune with sticks and then play the same tune with his hands.
Hidalgo auditioned and was hired by the Batacumbele Band in 1980. In 1981, he traveled with the band to Cuba where he met a musician by the name of José Luis Quintana "Changuito". Together they were able to create a unique style of rhythm and ushered in a new musical era in Latin music.
Anne Hidalgo (born on 19 June 1959 in San Fernando, near Cadiz, in Andalusia, Spain) is a French politician of Spanish descent, member of the French Socialist Party since 1994. Former national secretary for culture and media, after having been responsible for providing training, she is currently the first deputy mayor of Paris, under Bertrand Delanoë (since March 2001). She was elected in 2001 for the XVe arrondissement and ran in the French municipal elections, 2008.
Her parental grandfather was a Spanish Socialist which became a refugee in France after the end of the Spanish Civil War along with his wife and his four children (one of them Hidalgo's father). However, her grandparents returned to Spain some time later. Her grandmother died in the return trip and his grandfather was sentenced to death penalty, although the sentence was eventually commuted for a life sentence. Thus, Hidalgo's father was raised by his maternal grandparents. In the late 1950s he got married and had two daughters, Ana (Anne) and María (Marie). However, due to the difficult economic landscape of Spain in these years, Hidalgo's parents migrated, this time as economic immigrants, to France. They settled in Lyon in 1961, with their two daughters.
Christine Boutin (born 6 February 1944) is a French politician and a major Christian democratic figure in France. She served as a member of the French National Assembly representing Yvelines, from 1986 until 2007, when she was appointed Minister of Housing and Urban Development by President Nicolas Sarkozy. She was a candidate in the 2002 French presidential election, in which she scored 1.19% on the first round of balloting.
Boutin is the leader of the Christian Democratic Party (Parti Chrétien-démocrate), a social conservative Christian-democratic party, which is associated with the greater UMP union party, led by Nicolas Sarkozy.
Boutin was born in Levroux, Indre. She entered politics in 1977 as a city counciller for Auffargis, in 1980 she was elected mayor. Boutin was elected to the National Assembly in 1986.
In 1993, Boutin founded the anti-abortion NGO Alliance pour les droits de la vie (ADV) (English: Alliance for Human Life), considered the largest pro-life organization in France. The same year, she became a consultant for the Pontifical Council for the Family headed by Cardinal Lopez-Trujillo. In 1998, Boutin became somewhat famous because of a five hour speech in opposition to the PACS domestic partnership plan, arguing that its adoption by the government would encourage homosexuality. She held a Bible during the speech, an image which would later become associated with her.
Andrea Newman (born 1938, Dover, Kent) is an English author.
An only child, mainly brought up by her grandmother, she taught at a grammar school after graduating with a degree in English from London University.Three Into Two Won't Go (adapted by Edna O'Brien) was made into a film, released in 1969, starring Rod Steiger and Claire Bloom and directed by Peter Hall.
Her sixth novel,Bouquet of Barbed Wire (1969) was adapted by Newman for London Weekend Television in 1976 as a seven part serial. Newman recalled her work in 2010 at the time of its remake: "I never set out to shock, just to tell a story about an imaginary family, but I imagine most people would still disapprove of hitting your pregnant wife and having sex with her mother." The dramatisation was a popular success, its sequel, Another Bouquet, followed in 1977.
Other novels have included A Share of the World (1964), The Cage (1966), Three Into Two Won't Go (1967), Alexa' (1968), Mirage (1965), A Sense of Guilt, An Evil Streak (1977), Mackenzie and A Gift of Poison. A book of 15 short stories, Triangles, was published in 1990. It was remarked that a frequent theme in Andrea Newman's novels was that with the advent of a baby, the family disintegrates.
My eyes will barely open
And I can't feel my arm
I hear the voice of the scarecrow calling me
I'm rolling in my bed
And still my eyes won't focus
I wonder which one of me
I'll need to be today
Stir it up
Mix it up
I'll keep you guessing
[Chorus]
I must admit, just like you
I have my ups and downs
Take a look, can you tell me
How do I look? Now!
A quick glance in the mirror
And then I'm on my way
I think I'll know who I'll have to
Be today
Sir it up
Mix it up
I'll keep you guessing
[Chorus]
I must admit, just like you
I have my ups and downs
Take a look, can you tell me
How do I look? Now!
How are you at picking out
A face within a crowd
Have a look, can you tell me
How do I look? Now!
[Chorus]
How are you at picking out
A face within a crowd
Have a look, can you tell me
How do I look? Now!
I must admit, just like you
I have my ups and downs
Take a look, can you tell me
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
You think
You can pay mind games
On me
Timing doesn't know
Who wants me
While you do your thang
I'm playin' house wife
While you're off the chain
And I told you
Straight from the jump
No commitment
But that's what you wanted
Now you
Do what you want to
Hear you get around
While you hold me down
Guys think they can see through you
Do anything that they want to do
I tell you one thing is true
I can do much better than you
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
They say playa get played
And I'm with that (woo)
I hate to play the game
Of get back
I'm better than that
Though you messed around
With half the town
You know
I ain't no hoe
But fa' 'sho
I'm letting you go
You act like
You got it wrapped tight
Yeah you're wastin' time
So I'm goin' for mine
Guys think they can see through you
Do anything that they want to do
I tell you one thing is true
I can do much better than you
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
You keep tryin'
But you keep lyin'
Expecting for me
To keep cryin'
You keep callin'
And you keep stalkin'
Keep on talkin'
While you keep walkin'
You keep tryin'
But you keep lyin'
Expecting for me
To keep cryin'
You keep callin'
And you keep stalkin'
Keep on talkin'
While you keep walkin'
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What you're gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
You're playin' games I don't play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
Way too long you had me in a headlock
Played my head till I was really brain washed
All those years you tried to really screw with me
Played the perfect son to everyone
Even loved by all the family
Foolin everyone around you boy but me
[Bridge:]
No more cryin all alone
No more wishing you'd come home
No more checkin' out your calls
I'm free
No more messin with my head
No more tryna understand
No more putting on an act
I'm free
See what goes around
Has to come on back round
So step on up while I dish it up
And if you're now on your own
Wishing that I'd come home
Better take that thought and just give it up
Took me out to fancy restaurants
Really thought that we had chemistry
Realized that it was really all just me
You brought me down till I was really messed up
Had me thinking I was your only one
Took a while but now I finally see
No more cryin all alone
No more wishing you'd come home
No more checkin' out your calls
I'm free
No more messin with my head
No more tryna understand
No more putting on an act
Distant flickering, greener scenery.
This weather's bringing it all back again.
Great adventures, faces and condensation.
I'm going outside to take it all in.
You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
We're a different pair, do something out of step.
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile...with big intention.
Still posted at your station.
Always on about the day it should have flied.
You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye
I've been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye
So what, don't care, will not, the end
You know you're better than this
I'll make you start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
Your lifeless body hangs above the gallows
Above the greatest fire your life hangs in the balance
Your audience waits anxiously as the noose tears away at your neck
Your spilled blood is measured in gallons as the masses pierce you with hatred
I will not give you mercy
Your exhausted muscles give way to my knife which stands as great marker of justice
Your dismembered limbs and mangled remains hang before you
You will have no proper burial
Your life will be erased
Your pain excites the crowd as your motionless flesh falls to your bloodied feet
As death comes over your helpless body you begin to protest and I halt your speech
I am your executioner
I got my got my black boots on
Got my candy apple lip gloss
And white tank top
Let's get this party going daddy
Take your clothes off
Here comes the kitty prissy dreadlock
Put you in a headlock
Rock your body til you pop lock
And drop you like a hot rock
Let's get this party going
Let's get this party going
Let's get this party going
Let's get this party going
I got my got my black boots on
Got my candy apple lip gloss
And white tank top
Let's get this party going daddy
Take your clothes off
Here comes the kitty prissy dreadlock
Put you in a headlock
Rock your body til you pop lock
And drop you like a hot rock
So c'mon follow me
And baby what you got to offer
If I'm gonna break you off
Then we're gonna do it proper
Let's get this party going daddy
Take your clothes off
Here comes the kitty prissy dreadlock
Put you in a headlock
Rock your body til you pop lock
And drop you like a hot rock
Let's get this party going
I got my got my black boots on
Got my candy apple lip gloss
And white tank top
Let's get this party going daddy
Take your clothes off
Here comes the kitty prissy dreadlock
Put you in a headlock
Rock your body til you pop lock