die bravely

I will never get 2 check this one off for the reason that ill be dead(unless they got internet in heaven)

“Don’t let me hear you say hate is your enemy. Love has practically caused me to get you destroyed. If I had hated a little more - just a little more - we would have had a little less trouble. When I look at my friends today, sure, you’ve got love, principals, but don’t say ‘hate is my enemy.’ What do they say? What’s those words? Hate is mine and I’ve got to fight it day and night. And what is the other, the line? Love is the only weapon? Shit. Bullshit. Martin Luther King died with love. Kennedy died talking about something he couldn’t understand, some kind of generalized love and he never even backed it up. He fucked up! Bullshit, love is the only weapon with which I’ve got to fight. I got a hell of a lot weapons to fight. I’ve got my claws. I got compasses. I got guns. I got dynamite. I got a hell of a lot to fight. I’ll fight—I will fight.” -Rev. Jim Jones.

Hearing this, you can imagine why people followed Jones. We’re never the same person twice, though. His final speech included the pathetic line “If we can’t live in peace, then let’s die in peace,” and concluded with “Take our life from us. We laid it down. We got tired. We didn’t commit suicide, we committed an act of revolutionary suicide protesting the conditions of an inhumane world.” Jim, you should have fought. History might have remembered you better.

In them you’ll find: one forty-five caliber automatic; two boxes of ammunition; four days’ concentrated emergency rations; one drug issue containing antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Russian phrase book and Bible; one hundred dollars in rubles; one hundred dollars in gold; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair of nylon stockings. Shoot, a fella’ could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff.

Ain’t nobody ever got the Go code yet. And old Ripper wouldn’t be giving us Plan R unless them Ruskies had already clobbered Washington and a lot of other towns with a sneak attack.

Well, boys, I reckon this is it. Nuclear combat, toe-to-toe with the Ruskies.

Now look, boys. I ain’t much of a hand at makin’ speeches. But I got a pretty fair idea that somethin’ doggoned important’s going on back there. And I got a fair idea of the kind of personal emotions that some of you fellas may be thinkin’. Heck, I reckon you wouldn’t even be human beins if you didn’t have some pretty strong personal feelings about nuclear combat. But I want you to remember one thing – the folks back home is a countin’ on ya, and by golly, we ain’t about to let ‘em down. Tell ya somethin’ else – this thing turns out to be half as important as I figure it just might be, I’d say that you’re all in line for some important promotions an’ personal citations when this thing’s over with. That goes for every last one of ya, regardless of your race, color, or your creed. Now, let’s get this thing on the hump. We got some flyin’ to do.

I’ve seen many people list “live to be 100” as a goal. What good is that to me if my last 20 years are reduced to diapers and baby food? In many ways, Julius Caesar had it good – killed at the height of his powers, by his friends because they feared he might not continue to embody what he had represented. If only I was so great that someone kill me – not from hatred, but from fear lest I be king! Well, we can’t get every dream, so I can only hope to meet death on my feet.