FuzzyLumpkins;1514681 said:
so exactly what gives us thisse rights? some intangible nonsense? Im sure while that might work in your house as you talk to your dogs but in any court of law if you were to talk about rights granted by the moral majority would get you about as far as your dopg onverstaions.
and again you need to get it out of your head that 'we' made this government. the founding fathers in the constitutional convention did. they were landowning, intellectual elite. the richest of the nonroyalist around the turn of the 19th century is not 'we' and it wasnt back then.
now i could go on about how nonrepresentative this government based on voter turnout and special interest dollars more which shows that this ideal of 'we' is nt even true today.
you talk about talking to a dog as if i dont get it but you are completely clueless as to the formation of the US government. sorry but 'we' didnt read john locke and john stuart mill today or back then. pep had to read two tretsises at the very least for law school but i doubt you have read any of them.
let the medication wear off and try again. we all typo and stuff - me as much as anyone - but geez dude.
1. i don't own a dog.
2. we have rights because you, i, and all others say we do and our government is more or less there to protect them. now go confuse that with selective history.
3. if china takes us over, we have what rights they say we do or you have the right to sneak away and live on an island and abuse dogs that may come by.
4. if our government should collapse you have what rights the biggest collection of people say you do or you have the right to be their boy-toy til they get bored.
you speak of rights like they're yours cause you're alive. don't work that way fuzzman.
as for the good will hunting - it wasn't a picture of his wife, it was a picture his wife, so you're still lost.
here's where he got upset with will:
WILL
Maybe you married the wrong woman.
SEAN
Watch your mouth.
WILL
That's it isn't it? You married the wrong woman. She leave you? Was she bangin' someone else?
Sean is walking slowly towards Will.
WILL (cont'd)
How are the seas now, D--
In a flash, Sean has Will by the throat. Will is helpless.
SEAN
If you ever disrespect my wife again...I will end you.
WILL
Time's up.
the picture in question was a part of it, but it was a picture sean (robin) drew/painted that will was making fun of when it went off into this tirade.
here's the scene he refers to since you STILL get it wrong:
WILL
You again. How the paintin' coming?
Sean stands up.
SEAN
Come with me.
CUT TO:
EXT. BOSTON COMMON -- MINUTES LATER
Sean and Will sit in the bleachers at the mostly empty park. They look out over a small pond, in which a group of schoolchildren on a field trip ride the famous Swan Boats.
WILL
So what's with this place? You have a swan fetish? Is this something you'd like to talk about?
SEAN
I was thinking about what you said to me the other day, about my painting.
I stayed up half the night thinking about it and then something occured to me and I fell into a deep peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?
WILL
No.
SEAN
You're just a boy. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.
WILL
Why thank you.
SEAN
You've never been out of Boston.
WILL
No.
SEAN
So if I asked you about art you could give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? You know a lot about him I bet. Life's work, criticisms, political aspirations. But you couldn't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. And if I asked you about women I'm sure you could give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, and maybe you've been laid a few times too. But you couldn't tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and be truly happy. If I asked you about war you could refer me to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional material, but you've never been in one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him draw his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love I'd get a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been truly vulnerable. Known that someone could kill you with a look. That someone could rescue you from grief. That God had put an angel on Earth just for you. And you wouldn't know how it felt to be her angel. To have the love be there for her forever. Through anything, through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand and not leaving because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term "visiting hours" didn't apply to you. And you wouldn't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself, and you've never dared to love anything that much. I look at you and I don't see an intelligent confident man, I don't see a peer, and I don't see my equal. I see a boy. Nobody could possibly understand you, right Will? Yet you presume to know so much about me because of a painting you saw. You must know everything about me. You're an orphan, right?
Will nods quietly.
SEAN (cont'd)
Do you think I would presume to know the first thing about who you are because I read "Oliver Twist?" And I don't buy the argument that you don't want to be here, because I think you like all the attention you're getting. Personally, I don't care. There's nothing you can tell me that I can't read somewhere else. Unless we talk about your life. But you won't do that. Maybe you're afraid of what you might say.
Sean stands,
SEAN (cont'd)
It's up to you.
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wow - robin williams seems to have ad-libbed on that last line. : )
now if you're going to rag on people for the references they use to rag on you then at least you could understand the reference to begin with. but then again, understanding someone elses point of view doesn't seem to be your strong point.
And walks away.