Cully-boy Castleberry: Blog

-All the King's Men- (2006)

Sean Penn (Willie Stark)

You know who they were? In that big fine car? They was Joe Harrison's own lickspittles....coming in to split MacMurphy's hick vote!

That's right! Your hick vote!

There he is! There he is right there. There's the Judas Iscariot lickspittle nose-wiper from the city, right there.

Come on, Tiny. Look at him. Joe Harrison's dummy.

Come on, take a bow. Come on. No, come on now, people wanna see you. Take a bow, come on.

There he goes!

No! No, let him lie! Let him lie! Let that hog lie in his own filth!

Let him lie, but listen to me, you hicks. That's right, I'm not the only one here. You hicks too. They fooled you, too, just like they fooled me a thousand times!

But it's time I fooled somebody. It's time I fooled them!
Them big-city, striped-pants lickspittle hick-haters.

I'm running for governor on my own. I'm coming for them and I'm coming for blood!

First thing I'm gonna do is build me a road out...across the swamps and alligators and anything else that gets in my way. A thousand miles of concrete, if that's what it takes...so I can come out here and visit with my fellow hicks on a regular basis.

Then I'm gonna build me a bridge across that mighty Mississippi. Name it after myself because I'm the one who built it. Then I'm gonna build you all new schools.
Send your kids home with free tablets and pencils and books...to study and learn on the way to the new university I'm gonna build...where every one of them can go. Same as rich folks' kids!

Now, I hope you're listening, you hicks. Because I don't wanna drive all the way back home...just to drive back out here next week to tell you again.

And this is it:
If you don't vote......you don't matter.
You don't matter!
You don't matter!
And then you're just as ignorant as them in the city say you are...while they stealing food off your table...and every nickel out your pocket, saying, "Thank you."

Because then you are just a bunch of ignorant hicks who got nothing...because you deserve nothing.

So listen to me.
Listen here.
Lift your eyes...and look on the God's blessed and unflyblown truth:
You are a hick and ain't nobody never helped a hick but a hick hisself. It's up to you to nail these parasites up.

Up to you and me and God.

(Woman's voice): "Amen!"

Nail up Joe Harrison!

(Crowd): "Nail him up!"

Nail up MacMurphy!

(Crowd): "Nail him up!"

And nail up any bastard that gets between you...and the roads and the bridges and schools...and the food you need.
You give me the hammer and I'll do it.
I'll nail their hides to the barn door.

Nail 'em up!

(An excerpt)

"Aaron watched it. He could see the boy's pink testicles; they looked bloated. The boy's buttocks were muscular, smooth, the split between them deep and inviting. The boy moved his hips, pushing forward, pushing his penis inside Helen's passage again. From where Aaron was sitting, Helen's buttocks looked enormous.

When the boy spoke to Helen, his English had a slight Dutch accent. "What do you like? Tell me what you like and I can do it."

"You're doing fine," Helen said.
"I'll do it slowly."
"You take all the time you want."

The boy leaned forward, leaning over her back, then reaching underneath with both hands to grasp her dangling breasts. He tugged at the globes and pinched her nipples. His hips moved slowly, rotating, the muscles in his buttocks flexing.

Aaron's hand slowly stroked his penis. He slid his free hand down to hold his balls while he continued stroking his member.

The boy released Helen's breasts and leaned back again. His hands grasped Helen's hips, and he began thrusting with deliberation. His penis was thick in the opening, the shaft glistening. Helen moaned and shifted her knees a bit further apart.

Aaron wondered about the boy, what he thought of them. Maybe this sort of thing was common here, tourists having their fun with the hotel employees. Aaron thought Helen looked wonderful bent over like that with her big breasts hanging, her cunt dark and hairy.

The boy turned his head, looked at Aaron and smiled. "Would you like to do something to me? Maybe you can stick it in my behind."

But Helen said: "No, not now. Don't do anything, Aaron. Just stay where you are."
"All right."
"You can do that later if you want." She looked over her shoulder at the boy. "Go on, do it now. Do it faster."

The boy's hands gripped her hips more firmly. He started thrusting with a faster tempo, smooth strokes in and of her stretched opening. Aaron watched them, his hand stroking his penis. He hadn't thought of doing anything to the boy, but now that the possibility had been raised, he decided he wanted it. Would Helen really allow it?"

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"Three Women" by Anonymous (1992)

"THE BALLAD OF WILLIAM ROBINSON"

"My name is William Robinson
I'm forty two years old
I've seen the hot side of the sun
I've seen blue icy cold
I've shot the one eyed giant down with laser in my hand
But I'll never see my home again or walk on Earth's green land

In 1997 we set out on the Jupiter 2
'Bound for Alpha Centauri
My family and small crew
We ran into a meteor storm
The wrong time
The wrong place
It's been six months and thirty years
That we've been lost in space

My father* died five years ago
There was no better man than he
My mother's never been the same
And now it's up to me
Our pilot is a handsome man
My sisters both could tell
And Doctor Smith will get us killed
And that may be just as well

I've worked the mines of many worlds
For fuel to power our ship
I've got a robot for a friend and helper on our trip
I'm sending out this message now from this ungodly place
In hopes someone will rescue us from being lost in space

My name is William Robinson and I'll never take a wife
No children will I father
I have no normal life
Show me mercy in this universe
Or show me God's true face
Whisper my name to the stars
For I am lost in space"

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- Bill Mumy

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*Later in 1989, while spending solitary months in Argentina, (Guy) Williams disappeared. The local police searched his apartment in Recoleta on May 6, 1989, finding his body. He had died of a brain aneurysm. Owing to his great popularity in Argentina, his ashes lay for two years at the Argentine Actors' Society cemetery at La Chacarita Cemetery, Actor Pantheon & Crypt 278. In 1991, in accordance with his wishes, Williams' ashes were spread over the Pacific Ocean in Malibu, California.

Andy: "Hello there, Beaver."

Beaver: "Hello, Andy, are you feeling better today?"

Andy: "Yeah, I've been feeling pretty good. Beaver, I've been kinda hoping I'd run into you."

Beaver: "You have?"

Andy: "Yeah. Did they find out you were the one who helped me (gave him booze) yesterday?"

Beaver: "Yeah, they found out and they were pretty mad at me."

Andy: "Oh, I'm sorry about that, Beaver. I really am, cuz you're my friend."

Beaver: "Well then how come you did it.?"

Andy: "Beaver, I've been hurtin' people all my life. I still don't know how come I do it. Now, you take the authorities, I can't hurt them. Andy's just become another old bum to them by now."

Beaver: "But you're not a bum, Andy. You're a real neat guy."

Andy: "That's because you're my friend. And you like me. But you see a fella can't hurt the ones who don't care. He can hurt just the ones who love him."

Beaver: "Well, my brother says people drink to be happy. But, you sure don't look happy."

Andy: "No, I'm not, Beaver. But, you know running into a little fella like you kinda taught Andy somethin'."

Beaver: "I taught you somethin'?"

Andy: "Yeah; an empty life and an empty bottle go pretty much together. Beaver, you tell your father I'll be back first thing tomorrow, and I'll finish up that trim."

Beaver: "Okay, Andy."

Andy: "Alright, Beaver."

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Andy climbs out of the gutter and strides away.

Beaver remains in the gutter cleaning the mud from his shoes with a stick while he sings "Oh, My Darling Clementine."

"Leave It to Beaver"
Season 3 - Episode 20 - "Beaver and Andy"

witnessed by "Flush" & "Wilson."

"For as much as Robert and Elizabeth have consented together in holy wedlock and have witnessed the same before God and this company I pronounce that they be man and wife together.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen,

God the Father,
God the Son.,
God the Holy Ghost.
Bless, preserve and keep that ye may so live together in this life, that in the world to come ye may have life everlasting.

Amen."

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- "...
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning