The Amazon Rainforest (in Portuguese, Floresta Amazônica or Amazônia; Spanish Selva Amazónica, Amazonía or usually Amazonia), also known in English as Amazonia or the Amazon Jungle, is a moist broadleaf forest that covers most of the Amazon Basin of South America. This basin encompasses seven million square kilometers (1.7 billion acres), of which five and a half million square kilometers (1.4 billion acres) are covered by the rainforest. This region includes territory belonging to nine nations. The majority of the forest is contained within Brazil, with 60% of the rainforest, followed by Peru with 13%, Colombia with 10%, and with minor amounts in, Venezuela, Ecuador, Bolivia, Guyana, Suriname and French Guiana. States or departments in four nations contain "Amazonas" in their names. The Amazon represents over half of the planet's remaining rainforests, and it comprises the largest and most species-rich tract of tropical rainforest in the world.
The name Amazon is said to arise from a war Francisco de Orellana fought with a tribe of Tapuyas and other tribes from South America. The women of the tribe fought alongside the men, as was the custom among the entire tribe. Orellana derived the name Amazonas from the ancient Amazons of Asia and Africa described by Herodotus and Diodorus in Greek legends.
Plot
Jim West is a guns-a-blazing former Civil War hero. Artemus Gordon is an inventive U.S. Marshal who excels in disguise. When the United States is threatened by psychotic Confederate Arliss Loveless, President Ulysses Grant teams the duo up to bring him to justice. On a hazard-packed train journey from Washington D.C. to Utah, West and Gordon must combine their skills to best Loveless and his diabolical machines.
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It's a whole new west. July '99.
On July 2nd, it's a whole new west.
President Grant: And you, West, not every situation calls for your patented approach of "shoot first, shoot later, shoot some more and then when everybody's dead try to ask a question or two."
Artemus Gordon: She's a breath of fresh ass.::Capt. James West: Pardon me?::Artemus Gordon: What?::Capt. James West: You said "ass."::Artemus Gordon: No, I didn't. I said, "It's nice having her on board, she's a breast of fresh air."::Capt. James West: Let's just get some shut ass.
Dr. Arliss Loveless: Mister West! How nice of you to join us tonight and add COLOR to these monochromatic proceedings!::Capt. James West: Well when a fella comes back from the dead, I find that an occasion to STAND UP and be counted!::Dr. Arliss Loveless: Miss East informs me that you were expectin' to see General McGrath here. Well, I knew him years ago, but I haven't seen him in a COON's age!::Capt. James West: Well, I can see where it'd be difficult for a man of your stature to keep in touch with even HALF the people you know.::Dr. Arliss Loveless: Well, perhaps the lovely Miss East will keep you from bein' a SLAVE to your disappointment!::Capt. James West: Well, you know beautiful women; they encourage you one minute, and CUT THE LEGS OUT from under you the next!
Capt. James West: Loveless has kidnapped metallurgists, so whatever he's building is going to have armor. He's kidnapped chemists, so it'll have explosives. And you've said that Rita's father is the biggest expert on hydraulics in the world, so it's going to move. What could he be building that will make the president surrender the U.S. Goverment?::Artemus Gordon: A bedside heater.::Capt. James West: What?::Artemus Gordon: Rita. She could use a bedside heater. It gets rather cold back there.
Capt. James West: Let me tell you something about your beloved art of disguise, Gordon. That night at Fat Can's, it wasn't a difficult task to tell that you weren't a woman.::Artemus Gordon: I was propositioned by three men!
[Gordon produces a notebook and pencil on wrist springs]::Capt. James West: You know, you could put a gun on that.::Artemus Gordon: Then where would I keep my pencil?
Capt. James West: I thought I'd go as a government agent who's going to shoot and kill General Bloodbath McGrath.::Artemus Gordon: An armed Negro cowboy costume in a room full of white, Southern, former slave-owners. You'll win first prize.
[Gordon zaps McGrath with his hypno-belt]::McGrath: What's this?::Artemus Gordon: Why, it's a deep, deep pool. Maybe it's your old swimming hole, General. Are you feeling sleepy?::McGrath: Yes, I'm sleepy.::Artemus Gordon: Good. Now you're going to be my little doggy, and when I say "speak" you're going to tell me everything I want to know. Understand?::McGrath: Woof!::Artemus Gordon: Good boy. Now, which scientist is that in the next room? Is it Dr. Escobar? Speak!::McGrath: [panting] Woof! Woof!::Artemus Gordon: You can speak words, you stupid mutt.
[chased by flying, magnetic buzz-saw disks]::Artemus Gordon: The collars around our necks! They contain powerful magnets! As long as we can outrun the blades, we'll be fine!::Capt. James West: Gordon! How long does it take for a magnet to lose its power?::Artemus Gordon: About four hundred years!::Capt. James West: Damn!
Capt. James West: Gordon, what's your plan for getting this thing off my neck?::Artemus Gordon: Excuse me?::Capt. James West: Well, that's what you're here for, right? You're the master of this mechanical stuff.::Artemus Gordon: [chuckling maniacally] Oh ho ho, I see. *Now* I'm the "master of this mechanical stuff." As opposed to five minutes ago, when I was calmly and coolly trying to find a solution to this very problem. But then something happened. Someone, who will remain nameless...::[throws back his head and shouts]::Artemus Gordon: JIM WEST!::["Jim West" echoes through the canyon]::Artemus Gordon: ...decided to jump over the wire, thereby providing us with that exhilarating romp through the cornfield, and that death-defying leap into the abysmal muck! And here we stand, with that demented maniac hurtling towards our President, with our one and only means of transportation, with Rita as his prisoner, armed with God-knows-what machinery of mass destruction, with the simple intention of overthrowing our government and taking over the country!::Capt. James West: Gordon, I think you need to calm down.::Artemus Gordon: I can't be calm! Oh, no, no, no, no, I'm the "Master of the Mechanical Stuff"! And I have to help you! You, the master of the STUPID STUFF!
Amazonia
Amazonia
From the heart of Amazonia
Comes the very air we breathe
But the people there are poor
Can't see the forest for the trees
In the time it takes to sing this song
Another acre's gone
Gotta save the Amazonia
Before all of it is gone
Amazonia
Amazonia
With so many people hungry
All those children there to feed
No use blaming the Sinterras
They've got families
Finding other ways to prosper
Realize the damage done
Educate them with an answer
And take care of everyone
In Amazonia
Amazonia
Amazonia
Simple answers are much harder
To accomplish than the rest
And there's always someone getting hurt
When you have to do what's best
So put your imagination
And your shoulder to the task
Save the rain forest from ourselves
There's no more we can ask