Weird shows

This show called the price of truth or some shit ...

Why cant people see that the choice before the person is simple.

If he lies, he loses the game and everyone knows he was lying and he did indeed do some embarrassing stuff!

If he tells the truth, he gets the money and everyone gets to know the he did some embarrassing stuff.

Subtract above two arguments and what do you get...

Tell the truth and you get money ...

So then why the heck is there "suspense" in the show? Why is there so much drama?

The tango of Capitalism and Communism

One breeds sentiments for the other.

The movie "Reds" :- the old man who said "people who try to take on the problems of the world are either too well off or are too disturbed to tackle their own issues." and "even Jesus Christ could not take on the troubles of the world... He got himself crucified for trying!"


Addendum:

I had this little post saved as draft for a while now. I have forgotten why I started it in the first place. But I thought I would put down some related comments and publish it...

So, the tango! Yes. My thoughts on why each policy tends to breed support for the opposite. In one word: inheritance.

Inheritance of capital from parents to children seems to be a central problem in capitalism. Even though the person who created the capital deserves to reap its benefits (I'm a free market capitalist here), I am against the practice of giving all that capital to someone simply based on genealogy. This breeds sentiments for communism in the working class. And rightly so, since whatever did the heir do to deserve all that good stuff!

In communism though, one person has limited opportunity to break free from the norm and cash up on a unique idea. This too is wrong! Ownership should be defined by whether or not a person truly created the capital. I am reminded of Gringotts goblins here! JKR says in Deathly Hallows that goblins define ownership of an object by who actually made it.

So what I am proposing is a hybrid system, something evolved, something that takes on the best of both and is immune to the diseases that plagues either. A system where parents do not try to shower the fruits of their labour on their children and where an idea is uniquely owned and allowed to be unceremoniously utilized for personal wealth. How naive! I'm talking about going against our evolutionary instincts that drive us to protect our own off-springs and ensure the survival of our selfish genes. Fat chance! As I said in an earlier post, the world will remain screwed up till the notion of power is bred out of our species.

Undecided..

Driving into an area full of people from a different community was never supposed to be unsettling to the liberal/atheist that I am. It was an unpleasant surprise when the queasiness set in as I navigated the back allies of a colony so blatantly communal. The polarization was obvious; the ethos clearly advertised. I found my way out after a while, and I started thinking... why? Why did I feel that way? Of all the people I have met, I was so sure that I would be the last person to be afflicted with communal identity.

It was the instinctive nature of my feelings that gave away their origins. In the end the incident served only as a reminder of the fact that we are all slaves to the neurotransmitters that frolic in our inner brain. (A fact that I have ardently espoused, but, obviously the knowledge having no effect even on myself!)

As I drove back to my apartment, I imagined how 100,000 years ago, an ape who accidentally ended up in the territory of a foreign tribe, who just happened to have the genes to tingle his "spidey sense", could have avoided conflict, survived and passed on those genes to me. It was simply the safer choice. TED talks catered to a guy who said that humans beings were too successful too fast, and evolution is yet to catch up. The vestigial effects of long antiquated environmental factors still control every decision we make.


HD Sam
NETRISCA. Sirian werebull. Female Gnaar. Scythian witch-harpy. And of course uranium filled cannon balls. Ring any bells? Thats right! Sam is back. More "serious" than ever... in all 1920x1080 HD glory. The blood is more real. The body parts strewn on the ground and splattered on walls are more detailed. The werebull now glistens with HDR and bloom lighting under the harsh Egyptian sun. An all new engine (serious engine 3) renders the same old foes and the same old environment, but with enough texture detail to fill up 1GB of GDDR5 memory! Splurging on a 5770 didn't seem too bad an idea to play this baby... (the raise and bonuses helped of course :P). Living up to its age old tradition of efficient rendering, the new engine pumps out 60FPS (limited) on ultra settings on the mainstream card! The game still excels at churning out tonnes of pure, unadulterated FUN. Can't wait to see if Sam still tucks the giant cannon neatly into his back pocket!

"Aaaaaaaaah yourself........ Uh Oh", still brings a smile to my face.

HD Ugh-Zan-III... your days are numbered... :P


V
Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox-populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such will one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honour to meet you, and you may call me V...

I just wanted to write down this beautiful piece of cinematic dialogue somewhere. Kudos to Hugho Weaving for his flawless delivery!