did you remember?

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!






VoilÃ*! 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 and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding 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 shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

â?? V's introduction to Evey


"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh... Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."

Could do with old Fawkes these days.

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
-The best scene in V for Vendetta

A penny for the Old Guy.

that movie's incredible

I love that movie, I shall watch it tonight, in honour.

Imagine how much different England would be if he had succeeded

good movie

God I loved that movie. It helped make me even more paranoid of governments.:thumbsup:

Guy Fawkes was a religious nut really , it was all down to religion as the Catholics and Protestants tried to gain dominance in England.

England in the 1500's witnessed religious seeds of discontent. Protestant was pitched against Catholic from the throne right down to the peasant. It was the reign of Henry VIII, a catholic monarch, who wrote frequent condemnations of Protestantism.

Henry was happy with the Catholic faith until the Pope refused to grant him a divorce from his first wife Catherine of Aragon. It was at this point that Henry turned his back on Catholicism and the church of Rome. In the years after Henry's death, the throne remained a see-saw of religion. Henry's successor Edward VI, drove the Anglican church towards Protestantism, whilst his sister, Mary I tried to bring back the Catholic through severe persecution of the protestants.

When Elizabeth I ascended the throne, things changed again.

Elizabeth feared a Catholic Europe and embarked on a course of persecution towards Catholics within her own country. When James VI took Elizabeth's place it was hoped this persecution would cease, James however reintroduced Elizabeth's policies. Within a few weeks of this event, five men,faithful to the Catholic cause, one of whom was Guy Fawkes, met and swore an oath, to blow up James and the Houses of Parliament.

The conspirators rented a cellar in the Parliament buildings. It was in this cellar that the men placed 36 barrels of gunpowder.

On the night of the 4th of November, a day before the scheduled blast, Fawkes was caught in the cellar with the gunpowder and arrested. Fawkes was tortured until he revealed the details of the plot and named all involved.

It's a fine line between revolutionary hero and terrorist, isn't it? If you think the government is corrupt or oppressive, then anyone who fights it is a hero. If you support the governemnt, then that same person is a terrorist.

Agreed man!
One mans terrorist is certainly another mans freedom fighter.