I love the smell of napalm in the morning... smells like victory

"You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smells like … victory." 

Atenção, isto é metafórico... a guerra imperialista capitalista-cristã do Vietname foi uma derrota da civilização. Mas nem todas as guerras são más, claro. Aliás todas as guerras contra os "bárbaros" são boas. Exemplos? Hum... olha, a guerra contra os tubarões da máfia que corrompem o Estado e a sociedade, por exemplo. É engraçado como tubarões mortos não parecem tão temíveis.

"Up to nowadays, LIBERA has promoted trainings for an education to legality and democracy that involved 8.000 teachers and almost 800.000 students, starting from primary school, as it's basilar to form the children to respect and to peace.
Moreover, the training in primary schools can involve also the children of the mafia families, or of families living in a mafia environment proposing them values in opposition to those they are used to inside their families, where mostly mothers are guardians of mafia disvalues; the children can become the messengers of positive inputs inside their own family."

Mais aqui: Italian women against the mafia

 

“I’ve often wondered why more science textbooks don’t tell teenagers that the only thing sharks like to eat more than fish, are dead prostitutes.” ― Jarod Kintz, There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't

“My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I will not resign myself to the usual lot of women who bow their heads and become concubines.” ― Trieu Thi Choi

“Guys can smell desperation. It triggers an instinct in them to run far and fast so they aren't around when a woman starts peeling apart her heart. They know she'll ask for help in putting it back together the right way - intact and beating correctly - and they dread the thought of puzzling over layers that they can't understand, let alone rebuild. They'd rather just not get blood on their hands. But sharks are different. They smell the blood of desperation and circle in. They whisper into a girl's ear, "I'll make it better. I'll make you forget all about your pain." Sharks do this by eating your heart, but they never mention this beforehand. That is the thing about sharks.” ― Janette Rallison, My Fair Godmother

“Did you know that mako shark fetuses eat each other in the womb?... Its true. Only cannibal fetuses survive to be born. Can you imagine if people were like that?” ― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone 

(E é mesmo verdade: Shark fetuses eat each other in the womb)