There is no monopoly of common sense
On either side of the political fence.
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology.
It's just too much politics. It's too much compromise.
Political image is like mixing cement. When it's wet, you can move it around and shape it, but at some point it hardens and there's almost nothing you can do to reshape it.
No one is very happy. Which means it's a good compromise, I suppose.
I always thought
If you want to change the world
Then you have to start with yourself
So if the heads of state
Want to end terrorism
They should go ahead
And kill themselves
We need to remind politicians they don't work for the big banks — they work for us.
— Sir, you don't have the authority.
— Who's got the authority? You? You've got the authority? You couldn't keep your goddamn mouth shut. You betrayed top-secret information last year. Could've had us all killed?
— What the hell are you talking about?
— You told your father everything. Put this entire plan in jeopardy. Good thing for you the old man could keep his mouth shut better than you. Oh, come on. Don't look so shocked. We had to monitor everybody who knew. How do you think we kept it a secret for so long?
— So we just killed people who tried to talk?
— Anybody who tried to talk was not just an enemy of the state, they're an enemy of humanity.
— The Director of the Louvre was an enemy of humanity?
— After he called a press conference, he was! Jesus. What did you think? We're all just gonna get onboard, hold hands and sing "Kumbaya"? Sit down and buckle up.
— You'd have to keep a thing like this underwraps. I mean, just think about it, okay? First, the stock market would go. Then the economy, boom! The dollar, boom! And then pandemonium in the streets. War, genocide, ba-ba-ba-ba, boom, boom, boom!
— Bullshit. Nobody could keep that big a secret, Charlie. Somebody would blow the whistle.
— And every once in a while, some poor little sucker tries. Well, like these guys, boom, boom! [pulls down a screen of posted obituaries] Every one of these guys, dead, dead, dead.
— [notices one of them] Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's Professor Meyers.
— He ran the Atlantis shuttle program. Why, did you know him?
— Yeah, he helped me with research on my book.
— Well, that must have been before this "accident."
— Meyers is dead?
— Oh, two months ago. He was one of my most avid listeners and he had it all figured out. Everything the government was doing, where and why... He even sent me a map.
— A map for what Charlie? What's the map for?
— They're building spaceships, man.
— Shit, man, I have to go because I gotta get back to Earth.
Anyone who is not a republican at twenty casts doubt on the generosity of his soul; but he who, after thirty years, perseveres, casts doubt on the soundness of his mind.
I will say, then, that I am not, nor ever have been, in favor of bringing about in any way the social and political equality of the white and black races; that I am not, nor ever have been, in favor of making voters or jurors of negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people; and I will say, in addition to this, that there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe will forever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality. And in as much as they cannot so live, while they do remain together there must be the position of superior and inferior, and I as much as any other man am in favor of having the superior position assigned to the white race.