Nous sommes le 3 janvier 2009. Une foule essentiellement musulmane bat le pavé londonien dans le cadre d’une manifestation “pour la paix”. Vous savez, ce genre de manifestations “pour la paix” où, au milieu des « Allahu akbar», on peut d’ordinaire entendre crier «Hamas, Hamas, les Juifs au gaz » comme à Amsterdam, « on doit tuer tous ces Juifs » comme à Copenhague, ou « mettez les Juifs dans des fours » comme à Los Angeles. Les Bobbies londoniens sont nerveux face à la horde de “pacifistes”. La situation peut dégénérer à tout moment. Il leur faut canaliser les “pacifistes” tant que faire se peut, tout en acceptant l’humiliation des insultes et des jets d’objets en tous genres (bâtons, cônes de signalisation) dont les nazislamistes ne manquent pas de les gratifier. Le contrôle effectif des rues de Londres est entre les mains des partisans du Hamas. À 2:40 sur notre vidéo, après avoir été la cible de copieuses insultes et de jets d’objets, la police oppose soudain une velléité de résistance afin de dégager une petite poignée d’agents qui sont pris à partie par les “pacifistes”, ce qui lui vaut immanquablement de se faire traiter de «raciste». Puis à nouveau, elle se replie hâtivement. Notez la présence du drapeau noir du djihad (par exemple à 4:25) parmi la foule des “pacifistes”. Regardez la façon dont le policier est bousculé à 5:00. On comprend mieux en regardant ces images les raisons pour lesquelles le gouvernement de Gordon Brown, « le plus grand lâche d’Europe » ainsi que l’a baptisé Wilders, a refusé à ce dernier l’entrée sur le territoire britannique. Le Royaume-Uni est gouverné par la peur de l’islam. ( moins )

I've been watching you C'mon! Hey! Standing across the room I saw you smile Said I want to talk to you-oo-oo For a little while But before I make my move My emotions start running wild My tongue gets tied And that's no lie Looking in your eyes Looking in you big brown eyes Ooh yeah And I've got this to say to you Hey! Girl I want to make you sweat Sweat till you can't sweat no more And if you cry out I'm gonna push it some, mo-o-ore Girl I want to make you sweat Sweat till you can't sweat no more And if you cry out I'm gonna push it Push it, push it some more C'mon! Ooh So I said to myself "Does she love me or not?" But the dreads done know That love is his to get With a little bit of this And a little bit of that the lyrics goes on the attack My tongue gets tied And that's no lie Looking in your eyes Looking in your big brown eyes Ooh girl And I've got this to say to you Hey! Girl I want to make you sweat Sweat till you can't sweat no more And if you cry out I'm gonna push it some mo-o-ore Girl I want to make you sweat Sweat till you can't sweat no more And if you cry out I'm gonna push it Push it, push it some more Ooh yeah! One more time! Sing it! Hey! Woo woo woo woo wee yeah I'm looking in your big brown eyes Ooh Yeah And I've got this to say to you Hey! Girl I want to make you sweat Sweat till you can't sweat no more And if you cry out I'm gonna push it some mo-o-ore Girl I want to make you sweat Sweat till you can't sweat no more And if you cry out I'm gonna push it Push it, push it some more Yeah! Push it, push it some more Alright! Push it, push it some more ( moins )

Doc Brown demande à Marty de l'aider à sauver son adolescence... Doublage ( moins )

Véritable détective de l'art, Maurizio Seracini, 73 ans, est à la fois un expert et un pionnier en matière de restauration. Il s'est fait connaître en adaptant la technologie médicale et militaire de pointe à l'auscultation des oeuvres d'art. Depuis quelques années, il travaille sur plusieurs chefs-d'oeuvre de Léonard de Vinci, son héros. Il tente de percer quelques-uns des mystères qui entourent encore l'oeuvre du peintre, notamment deux de ses tableaux, L'adoration des mages et La bataille d'Anghiari. Sous la peinture de L'adoration des mages, l'une des oeuvres les plus admirées du musée des Offices à Florence, Maurizio Seracini a révélé l'existence de merveilleux dessins cachés ; en outre, son analyse au microscope montre que le tableau final n'est pas de la main de Léonard de Vinci. Quant à La bataille d'Anghiari, on en a perdu la trace et il n'en reste aujourd'hui que les dessins préparatoires. Les recherches de Seracini permettent d'en donner pour la première fois une vision précise. Le travail de l'expert lève donc le voile sur de grandes énigmes picturales mais révèle aussi un nouveau visage du génie de la Renaissance. Comme Léonard de Vinci mais à sa modeste place d'expert, Maurizio Seracini tente de faire le lien entre deux mondes séparés, ceux de la science et de l'art. Son parcours fait de lui un "honnête homme" du XXIe siècle. Il est d'ailleurs cité par Dan Brown dans Da Vinci code : une publicité à l'échelle de la planète, parfois un peu encombrante. Le documentaire suit Seracini dans ses passionnantes enquêtes et nous montre comment, à force de charisme et d'enthousiasme, il est parvenu à bousculer les traditions de restauration et à s'imposer dans le monde de l'art. ( moins )

Au moin Coffy et Foxy Brown Etais populaire mais sa? ( moins )

Français (English below): Cette vidéo est un hommage au défunt grand “showman” d'accordéon de piano pour la bande, “La Planete Folle”, depuis 1993 à 2008. Votre musique vivra dessus dans nos mémoires, Cher Ami Mike! La Rue Bourbon est un hommage à la rue célèbre de partie à la Nouvelle-Orléans. Elle a trois vers en anglais et trois vers en français qui indiquent les mêmes choses au sujet de la musique, de la danse, du romance, et de la cuisine unique de la Nouvelle-Orléans et du bayou de la Louisiane. On lui a écrit en 1993, une année après que Vic Sadot ait voyagé à la Nouvelle-Orléans et à la région d'Acadiana le long du Golfe de Mexique. La chanson a été libérée en 1997 par Vic Sadot et La Planete Folle sur un CD intitulé “Comin' Home" (Revenant Chez Moi). Mike Reynolds joue l'accordéon joyeux. Earle Brown joue le saxophone montant, et Dennis Hertzog joue le violon dansant. Dave Sumner fournit à la sauce chaude pour la recette avec sa guitare de grésillement. Le légendaire Chris Sherlock met sa signature à la batterie des tambours. Cette basse de basculage régulière est Monty Cullum. Allons Danser! (Let' s Dance!) Laissez rouler les bons temps! (Let the good times roll!) Cette vidéo est consacrée à notre copain d’equipe Planete Folle, Michael Reynolds de Blackwood, New Jersey. Nous envoyons nos meilleurs voeux et mémoires affectueuses à son épouse Eileen et à ses fils Mike et Kevin. La soeur de Mike, Jane Roork, a pris la tête dans le projet pour préserver sa musique et sa mémoire. Entrez en contact avec Vic au broadsideballadeer@gmail si vous avez n'importe quoi contribuer à préserver la musique et la mémoire de Mike Reynolds. Nous vous aimons, Mike ! Continuez de rock dans le monde d'esprit! ENGLISH: This video is a tribute to the late great Mike Reynolds, the piano accordion showman extraordinaire for Planete Folle Band from 1993 to 2008. May your music live on in our memories, Mike! Bourbon Street is a tribute to the famous party street in New Orleans. It has three verses in English and three verses in French that say the same things about the music, dance, romance, and the unique cuisine of New Orleans and the Louisiana Bayou. It was written in 1993, a year after Vic Sadot travelled to New Orleans and the Acadiana region along the Gulf Coast. The song was released in 1997 by Vic Sadot's Planete Folle Band on a CD titled "Comin' Home". Mike Reynolds plays the joyful accordion. Earle Brown plays the soaring saxophone, and Dennis Hertzog plays the dancing fiddle. Dave Sumner provides the hot sauce for the recipe with his sizzling guitar. The legendary Chris Sherlock is on playing his signature drums. That steady rocking bass is Monty Cullum. Allons danser! (Let's go dance!) Laissez les bons temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!) Many of our Cajun/Zydeco heroes appear in this video from Louisiana and the San Francisco Bay Area. Alan O’Brien is the 2008 bass player helping the young boy learn to play the scrub board. I had no photo of Earle Brown. My apology to you wherever you are. Earle played briefly for Planete Folle while visiting his mother in Wilmington, DE. Last we heard was that he went back to New Orleans and was with a hot travelling band. That’s another Planete Folle sax player named Fulani Davis in a photo from July 4, 2000. This video is dedicated to our buddy and band-mate Michael Reynolds of Blackwood, New Jersey with best wishes and fond memories to his wife Eileen and his sons Mike and Kevin. Mike's sister Jane is taking the lead in preserving Mike’s music and photographic memorabilia. Contact Vic at broadsideballadeer@gmail if you have anything to contribute to preserving the music and memory of our friend Mike. We love you, Mike! Keep on rockin' in the spirit world! ( moins )

[Originally by Eric Bogle] Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while in the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great falling in 1916 Well I hope you died quick And I hope you died clean Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined And though you died back in 1916 To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen Or are you a stranger without even a name Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest The sun shining down on these green fields of France The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance The trenches have vanished long under the plow No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man And a whole generation were butchered and damned Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride Do all those who lie here know why they died Did you really believe them when they told you the cause Did you really believe that this war would end wars Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing and dying it was all done in vain Oh Willy McBride it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest ( moins )

Hard Truth Soldier On The Rise... [Paris] Guerrillas in the mist The mainstream team with pro-black twist Hard truth soldiers in the game Hard truth soldiers back again P Dog, I evolve I drag pigs to the slaughter house, vut I never eat hog As the fed and the World Bank seesaw We keep y'all in deep awe cause we raw Like uncooked crack by the government Hit like a base rock, listen to the bass knock Free 'em in Jena, by any means they walk Let's see who ready to squeeze Givin power to the people and take back America Panic in the head of the state, pass the Derringer Aim and shoot, Beruit to Bay Area Bury a Homeland Security card carrier [Chorus: repeat 2X] Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up Don't stop the movement! Don't stop it, don't stop it Don't stop it, don't stop it [Paris] Panther power, acid showers This land is ours, stand and shout it This plan to cower, isn't ours This man is proud, keep the scandalous out Now if it ain't what we about, it's irrelevant U.S. policy route? Embarrassin Never leavin you without, we got medicine And we never bend, we got better sense Hard truth revolutionary black militant Death to the Minutemen, checks to the immigrants Streets still feelin it, we still killin it We still slaughterin hawks, feed the innocent Read the imprint Guerrilla Funk was birthed outta necessity, collectively Respectively, to behead the beast On behalf of the left wing scared to speak, NOW GET UP~! [Chorus] [Paris - in background over Chorus] Yeah... hell yeah... that's right [Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan] Something is WRONG! Wrong with the government in which we live Wrong with the leaders that lead us Wrong with us... and the way we respond, to our enemy and each other This nation is not about poor people! Whether they're black, brown, red, yellow or white This nation is about RICH people! And to hell with the weak, the poor, they must serve~! [Chorus] - overlaps Farrakhan's speech [added to Chorus] Don't stop it, don't stop it Don't stop it, don't stop it [Paris] Guerrilla on the loose Scars on my neck but I'm holdin on the noose Stars rock ice but they rollin like Roots Thugs on the mic but they all shine shoes See I don't care who you is or where you from You look like slaves and tricks when soldiers come And anybody disagree can get done Coons'll run, battle lines are drawn Take one for the U.S.A., the new Babylon Renegade nation formed to do battle on Man-made war for mind control, carried on Mainstream media platforms to rattle y'all But I can't be shook by the White House Never go the right route, that's the right route Bury me a 'G' for Guerrilla and I climb out With the nine out, no time for time out Get up! The people, united, will never be defeated!!!! ( moins )

Bande annonce du film: Australia : souvenirs d’Australie avec Avec Nicole Kidman, Hugh Jackman, David Wenham, Bryan Brown, Brandon Walters. ( moins )

Paddington est un ours brun, toujours habillé de son chapeau noir et de son manteau bleu, il habite dans la famille londonienne (Les Brown) qui l'a recueilli alors qu'il errait dans la gare de Paddington, d'où son nom: Paddington Brown. Plein de bonne volonté, mais très maladroit, Paddington se retrouve toujours dans des situations bizarres, ce qui ne l'empêche jamais de déguster son met favori: les tartines de Marmelade. ( moins )