Bone Tomahawk (a movie review)

/ Karina Pinella / 4 Comments

This is a Western film with some graphic scenes and dialogue that make you think it’s from that golden era. The pace feels right and the acting is great from the likes of Kurt Russell, the town sheriff; Patrick Wilson, a husband hobbled from an accident; Robert Jenkins, the deputy back-up; and Matthew Fox, a man you wouldn’t expect had so many Indian kills.
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Seven Still Standing – Republican Debate #4

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There were seven still standing on the “big boys’” stage last night: John Kasich, Chris Christie, Marco Rubio, Donald Trump, Ted Cruz, Ben Carson, and Jeb Bush. Barbed remarks and witty comebacks were exchanged among the presidential candidates. Many of them have sharpened their tongues, but they all agree that every one of them is better than the Democratic alternative. Hands down. Issues discussed included jobs and growth, gun control, national security, tax reform, and the growing national debt. There was a bit of digression regarding Ted Cruz’s citizenship and his qualification to run for the presidency. Rubio eventually brought the debate back on track. Summarized below are some of what the candidates would do if elected President.
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Stages

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Stages

Shock
Say it isn’t so
I can’t accept your leaving
My world just went dark

Pain
Time crawls without you
The air is a stifling cloak
Each breath is a sob

Anger
How dare you just go
Leaving joy we could have had
Things we could have shared

Depression
Sadness hangs on me
Twenty-four hours each day
No sign of retreat

Acceptance
At last I wake up
Signs of life and hope appear
One step at a time.

In Memory of David Bowie 1/8/47-1/10/16

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By Photobra|Adam Bielawski (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)], via Wikimedia Commons

By Photobra|Adam Bielawski (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

 [Prose composed of David Bowie’s songs.]

Ashes to Ashes, my Heroes, Major Tom, Ziggy Stardust, and Halloween Jack, will no longer be Dancing in the Street. The Man Who Sold the World deserves more Golden Years. I want to Scream Like a Baby. I feel like a Panic in Detroit Without You, Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud. You who defended China Girl and built a Suffragette City with Diamond Dogs Looking for Water. I’m Deranged, Little Wonder. Let’s Dance to Fame and the Young Americans. I can Rebel Rebel all I want but you won’t rise like Lazarus. I will have to make Changes. I shall not lean on the Weeping Wall and wallow in Sorrow. From Across the Universe, can you see if there is Life on Mars? Can You Hear Me? You’ll make a great New Killer Star, the Prettiest Star. I shall Move On to look for another Modern Love.