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What is your interest in TP Kevin?

Beauty is momentary in the mind -
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
The body dies; the body's beauty lives.
So evenings die, in their green going,
A wave, interminably flowing.
So gardens die, their meek breath scenting
the cowl of winter, done repenting.
So maidens die, to the auroral
Celebration of a maiden's choral.
Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings
Of those white elders; but, escaping,
Left only Death's ironic scraping.
Now in its immortality, it plays
On the clear viol of her memory,
And makes a constant sacrement of praise.

('Peter Quince at the Clavier' by Wallace Stevens)

First off I don't think it was a silly question at all.  What is so silly asking if anything in Borat offended you when it seemed to offend a lot of people. It didn't me, because I saw the humor in it.  And Ristretto, I am on here because I like the Twin Peaks Show.  Why do you post in the religion section???   To prove that I am not allowed to have a view point in this country of freedom and freedom of speech, Oh yeah, that is a right Christians are not suppose to have freedom of speech.  I'm sorry.  I mean you are allowed to have freedom of speech about anything else.  That is okay, but mention the bible or Jesus or anything and then that freedom of speech goes out the window. Anyway, I liked Borat.  I was not sure what he was saying with the ending of the movie.  To movie seemed to work more like a black comedy in the ending.  I wasn't offended with the Jewish stuff at all, but I am not Jewish.  I think he was trying to show how silly racism is with the money scenes.

I havent seen it yet,but I was a bit surprised having read today in a newspaper that the Russian government nearly prohibited this movie.I thought there was hardly a film to be banned in Russia nowadays..Have to see it anyway..

Beauty is momentary in the mind -
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
The body dies; the body's beauty lives.
So evenings die, in their green going,
A wave, interminably flowing.
So gardens die, their meek breath scenting
the cowl of winter, done repenting.
So maidens die, to the auroral
Celebration of a maiden's choral.
Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings
Of those white elders; but, escaping,
Left only Death's ironic scraping.
Now in its immortality, it plays
On the clear viol of her memory,
And makes a constant sacrement of praise.

('Peter Quince at the Clavier' by Wallace Stevens)