Getting out my own head is my deep breath. consuming with my eyes, regurgitating all my thoughts in to my blog, red eyes from so much watching but nothing is stopping me from transforming my words in to a sword, your mind, my scabbard.
Empire, New Republic… It’s all the same to these people. Invaders on their land is all we are. I’m just saying, somewhere someone in this galaxy is ruling and others are being ruled. I mean, look at your race. Do you think all those people that died in wars fought by Mandalorians actually had a choice? So how are they any different than the Empire? If you were born on Mandalore, you believe one thing, if you’re born on Alderaan, you believe something else. But guess what? Neither one of them exist anymore.
You’re standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs. And there’s over a hundred more. That’s 20,000 hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there ain’t but 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it?
The Warriors (1979) dir. Walter Hill
Okay so before everyone starts yelling, my friends literally petitioned for me to see this movie for years and for some idiotic reason, I never took up the offer. I even missed out on the movie night when my whole family saw it. Today though, the clouds parted and the sun shone brightly and I watched this fantastic movie. I was in love with it, within minutes. If you are like past me, please stop and go watch this, right now.
very sad to hear of Dawn Wells passing today from Covid-19…growing up as a young boy you were either Team Mary Ann or Team Ginger…I’ll always be Team Mary Ann