Boondock Saints is a movie about two good young Irishmen in Boston turned vigilantes. It is a
surreal movie, there's no other word for it. The premise of the movie is that it is okay to kill bad people (I mean, if you take it at face value), and thus, these brothers can be good even if they are killers. Or something. Even the detective (the guy who plays the Green Goblin in Spiderman) eventually goes along with it. Rated R for language, sex and violence (probably in that order....), so I wouldn't have been able to watch it at all except that it was edited for TV - every other line was bleeped out
. (According to IMDB, the f-word is used 246 times, and the body count is 33.)
I mention this only to verify that there is
no way I could be in a reasonable frame of mind afterwards
The duel was in reference to the duel you challenged me to in
Anthy's thread.
Connor: [picking out weapons and gear] Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope.
Murphy: Absolutely. What are you, insane?
Connor: No I ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope.
Murphy: What?
Connor: Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it.
Murphy: You've lost it, haven't ya?
Connor: No, I'm serious.
Murphy: That's stupid. Name one thing you'd need a rope for.
Connor: You don't f***in' know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it.
Murphy: What's this 'they' sh*t? This isn't a movie.
Connor: Oh, right.
[picks up large knife out of Murphy's bag]
Connor: Is that right, Rambo?
Murphy: All right. Get your stupid f***in' rope.
Connor: I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it. There's a rope right there.
Connor: We haven't really got a system of deciding who, Roc. It's just...
Rocco: Me! *Me*! I'm the guy! I know everyone! Their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! I've got phone numbers, addresses! I know who they're f***ing! I know where they *live*! We could kill *everyone.*
Murphy: So what do you think?
Connor: I'm strangely comfortable with it.
Connor: Now you will receive us.
Murphy: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.
Connor: We do not want your tired and sick.
Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim.
Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us.
Murphy: With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Connor: Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies.
Murphy: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
Connor: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, in to true corruption, into our domain.
Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day you will reap it.
Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
The McManus Brothers: And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth unto Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be, In Nomine Patris, Et Filii, Et Spiritus Sancti.
Sorry for the derailment of the thread. There is probably no subject as interesting as sex, so it is a shame to go off on tangents....it's just that I seem to be more fascinated by death. I should probably get my head checked....
Yes, Jesus' words are harsh, but he is making important points. He's not saying "gouge your eyes out," he's saying, "pay attention, this is more important than being able to see." So, in a way, it is no different than when he says "For judgment I have come into this world, so that the blind will see and those who see will become blind." ... "If you were blind, you would not be guilty of sin; but now that you claim you can see, your guilt remains."
John 9:39-41 He is speaking of purity, and love. I know he doesn't say those words, but that is the opposite of lust. Looking at someone with lust is looking at them with desire to use them to acheive your own ends, treating them as an object. It is a failure to recognize them for who they truly are or to consider what would be good or best for them. Lust is grasping, calling something "mine"
My own, my preciousss.