BinniLee

Something about the end of the world chosen people and aliens in Giant crystals and sun flares and Noah's ark What more can you ask for!?

The hidden fortress is one of my favorites. I have been seeing al ot of rare Japanese films lately because I'm taking a extra course in Japanese cinema. I'm doing a essay on the conflict of individualism and collectivism using the hidden fortress and, no regrets for our youth and possible One wonderful Sunday for references.

Hold on a second... How can you say that one or two persons are obliged to provide for third? For how long? How much must they provide? How can one have a legal right to be cared for? Who should do the caring if the parents are dead? Or for some other reason the parents cannot? The father cannot be held responsible for bringing up the child and neither can the mother. No one has the right to impose people of caring for anyone, not even their own offspring.

I really enjoy Kurosawa's movies. One that I found interesting and though might interest you is No regrets for our youth. One of the heroes is a leftist but that is really not the theme of the film at all, but integrity is. Perhaps rather undeveloped but I think it is good.

The arches are new to me in snow building but it is still a castle, not a skyscraper.

Who wants to be friends with women, I associate women with corsets, ropes and shouting. Why bother girls are boring.

This is a Vérité film so click at your own risk of copyright violation. although I might add the scenes from the birth of a nation are public domain. And the the Chinese film is by Godfrey Ho, which has violated more copyrights then... ...satan. on the scale of 1-10 on aesthetic value I claim 2, its comedy, aesthetic marginally apply. This is my longest movie ever at 21min, so it needs to be in three parts on youtube. check it! The Oriental Ninja Spies of the Confederacy Part 1 The Oriental Ninja Spies of the Confederacy Part 2 The Oriental Ninja Spies of the Confederacy Part 3

People, it was the little match girl, at least she won't freeze to death now! I'm Icelandic so I know all the H.C. Andersen stuff, but is it to far fetched for you?

The first scene I've shot in my comical demonstration of capitalism. As a final thought for the latter scenes, I might have to make it look less like counter-propaganda. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bg-8CCpUxr8

Yeah, it's fine for your office I mean, the purpose of copyrights isn't hindering that albeit technically you are in the soup, but my guess is that Ayn Rand would really dig it, but I would buy one of those given that you had the proper permits.

Here is my own eccentric list of cast: Cherryl Brooks - Ragnhildur Steinunn Dagny Taggart - Ziyi Zhang Ellis Wyatt - Viggo Morthesen Francisco d'Anconia - Antonia banderas Hank Rearden - John Stossel James Taggart - Kevin Spacey John Galt - Brad Pitt Lillian Rearden - Mia Farrow Midas Mulligan - Morgan Freeman The unnamed newsstand owner - Sean Connery Ragnar Danneskjöld -Jhonny Depp Well if anyone could afford this cast...

Eve online has a capitalistic economy.

Ah, Lazytown is Icelandic (Icelandic-Virginian) , I went to the first run of the Lazytown play! It's spelled Magnús, but I'll forgive since you don't have 12 vowels on your keyboard. Lazy town has numerous references to Iceland. I like the show because of it's light hearted songs. It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake!

I was just being silly. On the other hand, more examination of intensions seem to be attached to the Confederate battle flag then other items. Say perhaps, if I had a poster of Wagner, not to many people would conemplate that I was and anti-semite. If I had a poster of Ayn Rand people wouldn't associate it with homophopia (inaccurate). That is because that isn't what they were primerily about. Especially in the case of Rand. However the civil war was definetly largly about slavery. But now it is mostly used by the sons of confederate veterans and people (mostly white, with exceptions though) that just like being southern. I like being southern and I like to fly it. I amm not sure if I should call myself an Objectivist; however I wouldn't be a very good one if I didn't have it on my wall because of what other people might think of it. I do not associate it with slavery because of reasons stated in here by me and others (The post above was silly); if other people disagree so be it.

Dudes... The bad guys have the coolest flags, besides those flags are mostly for decorative purposes. Smae goes for action figures, having a Darth Vader standing in the corner of your room, does not mean that you support the Galatic Empire. Confederate flag: Why hang on wall: 1) It is a pretty flag 2) I'm a southerner 3) Other southern flags have the same meaning Why not hang on wall: 1) It represents slavery (albeit two centuries ago) 2) I won't have any black friends The first list outweighs the latter. Japanese Rising Sun Flag: Why hang on wall: 1) It is a pretty flag 2) I love the Japanese navy 3) It represents evil totalitarian imperialism (Equals: Comedy) Why not hang on wall: 1) It represents evil totalitarian imperialism 2) Asian chicks might bitch So it stays unless it comes between me and yellow skin.

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the Confederate States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all white people, Amen. Maybe not, but I like the south, slavery is hardly a big issue today. Yeah, sorry about that, I'm not sure what to do... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grits MY CAR:

Its pretty... Yeah, I understand that people might get the wrong idea, but I don't mind. the Mississippi flag is there too, I really do need a the Virginian one, having the Mississippi one is sort of silly in retrospect.

Well southerners have few flags that don't represent slavery, so how can you blame us? Just for fun. NEW LINK!!!! But we all know that the civil war was really for the grits recipy, so it was a stratigic loss for the union, because they didn't get it. Grits is a darn good cause, and choice for breakfest.

yeah, but I had to justify them throwing him down the well somehow, not exactly in the spirit of Objectivism, that is throwing people down wells.

My Room + My Car Edited: This forum was limited for so and so many pictures so I'll just link. ps. My room is also known as my parents garage

Short ode to reason, with allusions to Ayn Rand, Nietzsche and Jesus. Written for my pleasure and exercise. Reason is your game, so I tought you people might be interested in it.

Actually I fell in love with some Asian doctor from some tv show my mother was a fan of, she was so couragous and beautiful. Haven't gotten those of my mind yet, but mind you that those features are only one criterion of two.

THE RAT-KING OF LEVEL Z - Binni Lee “You have admitted your guilt and the punishment is set by the laws. Only one punishment, one crueler then death, more vicious then rape, can be executed.” The judge stated, looking down on the defendant with the look of a concerned father. “The laws are clear on this matter. You have contracted yourself to uphold the axioms of level A. That is Existence exists, Level A is Level A, and Consciousness exists. The punishment stated in the law is that the offender shall be tossed down into the well of Z.” “I don’t believe it.” The defendant said and shrugged “Existence exists! If it did not, consciousness itself would be an impossibility. This principle is self-evident, because its truth is given in perceptual experience, and such that any attempt to refute it implicitly assumes it.” The judge shouted, pleading to the defendant one last time too change his testimony. “I mean no harm to the people of level A.” The defendant said. “I just don’t buy it.” “Just withdraw that statement!” The judge demanded; holding is hands out pleading to the defendant to withdraw the statement. “I will sentence you to be tossed into the well of Z if you don’t. However, if you withdraw it – you can walk out of here.” “I won’t.” The defendant said. “I can’t know anything outside my mind for certain.” Two men dragged the defendant out of the courtroom. He was the first man in the history of level A to be tossed down the well; which was considered barbarous to threaten. As he stood on the edge of the plank; a short leap from level Z. He took one last look at Level A. A large crowd had gathered, only the silhouettes of it visible between him and the setting sun. Behind the crowd: stood skyscrapers, jets flew and scientists were awarded for genetically engineering rats to tend to corn. The defendant was pushed off the plank. The defendant began to fall; not into a pool of sharks but into an abyss. The fall seemed a lifetime. He gazed into the abyss, as he fell through it, the abyss hissing as he went by, also seemed to gaze back into him. The defendant fell into a heap of rotten vegetables. The mushy smell and embarrassing consistency of the vegetables gave his face a frown larger then the sky. He looked upwards. There was a giant sign hanging by chains over this underworld. It read: Level Z and subtitled: Reason is dead. The defendant had been discarded like all other organic garbage down the well of z. As the defendant wiped a chicken bone, moldy mushrooms, and a half eaten donut of his chest he heard noises, which could only be defined as beastly snarls. The defendant looked down the heap; standing like a statue of a neurotic on a pedestal usually reserved for heroes. There were rat-men climbing up the garbage heap. Rat-men that didn’t look like rats turned human but humans turned rats. The rat-men shackled the defendant and lead him down from the heap. “Come with us you filthy human!” They snarled; not paying attention to the fact that they smelled worse then the heap. The rat-men lead the defendant to the rat-king. The rat king stood on an elevated platform, made from metal trinkets dropped by children down the well, such as spoons, hairdryers and unplugged refrigerators. The rat-king wore a crown of barbed wire; that seemed like an industrial version of thorns. “Only know that I know nothing.” The rat-king yelled. “That is why I am the only rat fit to rule this underworld. They call us parasites, but in fact it is they take all the harvest and leave us with nothing but crumbs from the fields they have grown. Crumbs and sewage – that is all that all kinds of men deserve anyways. According to our laws we must destroy everything that grants hope, anything that celebrates life, and the laws are whatever Rat-kings feel they have to provide to the worker rats.” “Altruism is at the heart of the noble soul!” The rat-king proclaimed. “Rats can only sanction their existence and justify their use of valuable oxygen by servitude to their fellow rats. There is nothing better then indiscriminate ratly love! Every ratly monarchy must sustain itself by shift in the range of the moment decision making. Therefore I sentence you to be burned at the stake in accordance to our only law: Exterminate everything human! Besides, fire kinda turns me on.” The defendant ran for his life, through a crowd of hissing rat-men that clung on to him. He escaped into a maze of discarded cars. The rats guided only by their instinct, lost the defendant, which escaped by taking gasoline from a dysfunctional car’s tank and putting it into the tank of a semi-functional Beetle. The defendant drove to the edge of this underworld, where all rats were enslaved to all rats. He climbed the walls of this level. It was an arduous climb, opposing him were tribal packs of mountain rat-men of every kind; which differed in the rhythm of their chants and color of their war paint. When he reached the top of level Z, his clothes were torn and he mounted a rat spear, that had been little more then a stick sharpened by a rat-man using his own teeth as a tool, but now it had a flint on it. The defendant had reached Level Y.

I really liked the Asian chick, too bad there weren't any bathing scenes with her.