Haiti i/ˈheɪti/ (French: Haïti [aiti]; Haitian Creole Ayiti [ajiti]), officially the Republic of Haiti (République d'Haïti; Repiblik Ayiti), is a Caribbean country. It occupies the western, smaller portion of the island of Hispaniola, in the Greater Antillean archipelago, which it shares with the Dominican Republic. Ayiti (land of high mountains) was the indigenous Taíno or Amerindian name for the island. The country's highest point is Pic la Selle, at 2,680 metres (8,793 ft). The total area of Haiti is 27,750 square kilometres (10,714 sq mi) and its capital is Port-au-Prince. Haitian Creole and French are the official languages.
Haiti's regional, historical, and ethno-linguistic position is unique for several reasons. It was the first independent nation of Latin America and the Caribbean, the first black-led republic in the world, and the second republic in the Americas when it gained independence in 1804 as part of a successful slave revolution lasting nearly a decade. In 2012, Haiti announced its intention to seek associate membership status in the African Union. Haiti is the only predominantly Francophone independent nation in the Americas. It is one of only two independent nations in the Americas (along with Canada) to designate French as an official language; the other French-speaking areas are all overseas départements, or collectivités, of France.
Plot
The "Dagger Debs" are a gang of snarling girls, and Maggie is their newest member. Lace, the ever tooth-gritting leader, befriends her but soon has doubts --it seems Lace's man, Dominic, head of the "Silver Daggers" fancies the new recruit. Lace struggles to keep control of the Debs, and a handle on Nick, as they face off against the rival gang of pushers lead by Crabs.
Keywords: 1970s, ambush, armored-vehicle, b-movie, bare-breasts, beer, betrayal, blackboard, blood, blue-panties
They'd Rather Kill Their Man Than Lose Him
So easy to kill. So hard to love.
Mothers... lock up your sons. The Switchblade Sisters are coming!
Lace... Maggie... Patch... Donut... Bunny... The wildest girl gang that ever blasted the streets!
Lace: If you go, it's gonna turn out *baaaaad*!
Muff: You know, sooner or later every woman's bound to find out - the only thing a man's got below his belt is clay feet.
Cop: Let me give you some advice.::Maggie: No, let me give you some advice, cop. You can beat us, chain us, lock us up. But we're gonna be back, understand? And when we do, cop, you better keep your ass off our turf, or we'll BLOW IT OFF! Ya dig? We're Jezebels, cop - remember that name. We'll be back!
[after Mom Smackley tries to molest her]::Maggie: Get your hands off me, you fat pig dyke!
Mom Smackley: [to Lace] Get off me, bitch!
Dominic: Everything was lousy! You were lousy! The whole fucking gang was lousy!
Bunny: [to Hook] Everybody knows your crank can hook a tuna.
Hook: Like my dad used to say, God rest his ass...
Patch: Hey I lost my eye for this gang
Plot
In 1920 an archaeological expedition discovers the tomb of an ancient Egyptian child prince. Returning home with their discovery, the expedition members soon find themselves being killed off by a mummy, which can be revived by reading the words off the prince's burial shroud.
Keywords: arab, archeologist, desert, hammer-horror, mummy, sequel, third-part, tomb
Beware the beat of the cloth-wrapped feet!
Yes, I'm glad you made it,
'cause I got a lot to say about a little country in the water.
See, they're not so happy on an island in the Caribbean.
The folks, their luck has all run out
and they're drownin' all the opposition.
Travel down this road to the port of Miami,
they're turning them away every day.
And look who's sitting on that city commission,
well they came here not long ago.
And It's the thoughts that cover up a 'weak heart
and that marks a shallow soul.
The front that blocks off the sight of the spectrum of life
tries to polarize the whole...
I guess I'll never know...
If we all came over on a boat,
quando você for convidado pra subir ao adro
da fundação Casa de Jorge Amado
pra ver do alto a fila de soldados quase todos pretos
dando porrada na nuca de malandros pretos
de ladrões mulatos e outros quase brancos
tratados como pretos
só pra mostrar aos outro quase pretos
(e são quase todos pretos)
e aos quase brancos, pobres como pretos
como é que pretos, pobres e mulatos
e quase brancos, quase pretos, de tão pobres, são tratados
e não importa se olhos do mundo inteiro
possam estar por um momento voltados para o largo
onde os escravos eram castigados
e hoje um batuque
com a pureza de meninos uniformizados de escola secundária
em dia de parada
e a grandeza épica de um povo em formação
nos atrai, nos deslumbra e estimula
não importa nada: nem o traço do soldado
nem a lente do Fantástico, nem o disco de Paul Simon
ninguém, ninguém é cidadão
se você for à festa do pelô
e se você não for
pense no Haiti, reze pelo Haiti
o Haiti é aqui - o Haiti não é aqui
(2X)
na TV se você ver um deputado em pânico mal dissimulado
diante de qualquer, mas qualquer mesmo, qualquer qualquer
plano de educação que pareça fácil
que pareça fácil e rápido
e vá representar uma ameaça de democratização do ensino
de primeiro grau
se esse mesmo deputado defender a adoção de pena capital
e o venerável cardeal disser que vê tanto espírito no feto
e nenhum no marginal
e se, ao furar o sinal, o velho sinal vermelho habitual
notar um homen mijando na esquina da rua
sobre um saco brilhante de lixo do Leblon
e quando ouvir o silêncio sorridente de São Paulo
diante da chacina
111 presos indefesos, mas presos são quase todos ou
quase pretos,
ou quase brancos, quase pretos de tão pobres
e pobres são como podres e todos sabem como se tratam os pretos
e quando você for dar uma volta no Caribe
e quando for trepar sem camisinha
e apresentar sua participação inteligente no bloqueio a Cuba
pense no Haiti, reze pelo Haiti
o Haiti é aqui - o Haiti não é aqui
(5X)
Haiti, mon pays
Wounded mother I'll never see
Ma famille, set me free
Throw my ashes into the sea
Mes cousins jamais nes
Hantent les nuits de Duvalier
Rien n'arrete nos espirits
Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see
In the forest we are hiding
Unmarked graves where flowers grow
Hear the soldiers angry yelling
In the river we will go
Tous les morts-nes forment une armee
Soon we will reclaim the earth
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth
Haiti, never free
N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme
Tes enfants sont partis
Haïti, mon pays,
Wounded mother I'll never see
Ma famille set me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.
Mes cousins jamais nés
Hantent les nuits de Duvalier.
Rien n'arrte nos esprits.
Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see.
In the forest we are hiding,
Unmarked graves where flowers grow.
Hear the soldiers angry yelling,
In the river we will go.
Tous les morts-nés forment une armée
Soon we will reclaim the earth.
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth
Haïti, never free,
N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme.
Tes enfants son partis,
In those days their blood was still warm.
Pour le Pays, pour les Ancêtres
Marchons unis, marchons unis
Dans nos rangs point de traîtres
Du sol soyons seuls maîtres
Marchons unis, marchons unis
Pour le Pays, pour les Ancêtres
Marchons, marchons, marchons unis
Pour le Pays, pour les Ancêtres
Pour les Aïeux, pour la Patrie
Béchons joyeux, béchons joyeux
Quand le champ fructifie
L'âme se fortifie
Béchons joyeux, béchons joyeux
Pour les Aïeux, pour la Patrie
Béchons, béchons, béchons joyeux
Pour les Aïeux, pour la Patrie
Pour le Pays et pour nos Pères
Formons des Fils, formons des Fils
Libres, forts et prospères
Toujours nous serons frères
Formons des Fils, formons des Fils
Pour le Pays et pour nos Pères
Formons, formons, formons des Fils
Pour le Pays et pour nos Pères
Pour les Aïeux, pour la Patrie
O Dieu des Preux, O Dieu des Preux
Sous ta garde infinie
Prends nos droits, notre vie
O Dieu des Preux, O Dieu des Preux
Pour les Aïeux, pour la Patrie
O Dieu, O Dieu, O Dieu des Preux
Pour les Aïeux, pour la Patrie
Pour le Drapeau, pour la Patrie
Mourir est beau, mourir est beau
Notre passé nous crie:
Ayez l'âme aguerrie
Mourir est beau, mourir est beau
Pour le Drapeau, pour la Patrie
Mourir, mourir, mourir est beau
Pour le Drapeau, pour la Patrie