Concerning the Upcoming Election by TheLateGatsby, literature
Literature
Concerning the Upcoming Election
So. Now that Rick Santorum's out of the race, Mitt Romney has become the inevitable. The Republicans will go through the Five Stages of Grief, the fifth stage -acceptance- is the main stage in Tampa. Romney is the culmination of everything that's wrong with politicians. He's mendacious, smug, well-connected, and out-of-touch with his social lessers. Every politician has at least one of these traits, Romney has all of them.
We cannot judge this man by his words, only by his deeds. Mitt Romney has bolstered the rich, ignored the poor, and introduced the half-measure that is the Individual Mandate. There is no doubt, were he President, he would
I hope I can get a job
I hope I can get the cash
I hope I can fix my car
I hope I don't seem too desperate
I hope I can find you after school
I hope I don't need to have a drink
I hope I can ask you out
I hope I don't seem too desperate.
I hope I don't nick myself shaving
I hope I have enough hair gel
I hope I don't make a fool of myself
I hope I don't seem too desperate
I hope you felt safe in the car (Buckle up!)
I hope you don't try and pay for the tickets
I hope you like the movie
I hope I don't seem too desperate.
I hope that the theater is dark
I hope that you don't mind if I talk
I hope you want to see me again
I hop
What the Founding Fathers Wanted by TheLateGatsby, literature
Literature
What the Founding Fathers Wanted
Citizens of the United States respect our Political Ancestors, the
âFounding Fathersâ, more than the citizens of any other nation on
Earth. Most nations respect their major historical figures, but we
practically worship ours. We name our streets, social clubs
and companies after them, even putting their images on our currency
-as a reminder of what ideals we value. Thorough study of their deeds
tells us much of the origins of our nation, but they should not be
Iron Rails upon which we should set our future.
The Founding Fathers -or âFoundersâ if youâre into
It wasnt my fault.
I was sitting on an iron throne when I set down my Iron Crown
I saw you dancing overhead.
So I stole you away.
You shouldnt have danced so well.
Then the ground matched my crown.
And your mother came shrieking for me
It was cold on the surface, almost as cold as down here.
But you ate a pomegranate- tasted from my garden.
And now you have to stay with me, at least every once in a while.
Shed that wrap, put on the shroud
And make my hell a heaven.
Benjamin Franklin Carr was a famed Chemistry Professor at Rochester Institute of Technology, until the day he became the world's most famous book publisher.
Carr's father was a manufacturer of coffee makers. "Carr" emblazoned the front of commercial coffee makers in diners throughout the Brick City, and also sold very well around the shore of Lake Ontario. Carr's grandfather was a tinker, plying his trade in the streets of Rochester, his cart filled with pots, pans and solder pulled by the same Clydesdale he led out of Alabama in 1924. By the time Benjamin took an internship for Du Pont Chemicals, The family name was respected throughout
Concerning the Upcoming Election by TheLateGatsby, literature
Literature
Concerning the Upcoming Election
So. Now that Rick Santorum's out of the race, Mitt Romney has become the inevitable. The Republicans will go through the Five Stages of Grief, the fifth stage -acceptance- is the main stage in Tampa. Romney is the culmination of everything that's wrong with politicians. He's mendacious, smug, well-connected, and out-of-touch with his social lessers. Every politician has at least one of these traits, Romney has all of them.
We cannot judge this man by his words, only by his deeds. Mitt Romney has bolstered the rich, ignored the poor, and introduced the half-measure that is the Individual Mandate. There is no doubt, were he President, he would
I hope I can get a job
I hope I can get the cash
I hope I can fix my car
I hope I don't seem too desperate
I hope I can find you after school
I hope I don't need to have a drink
I hope I can ask you out
I hope I don't seem too desperate.
I hope I don't nick myself shaving
I hope I have enough hair gel
I hope I don't make a fool of myself
I hope I don't seem too desperate
I hope you felt safe in the car (Buckle up!)
I hope you don't try and pay for the tickets
I hope you like the movie
I hope I don't seem too desperate.
I hope that the theater is dark
I hope that you don't mind if I talk
I hope you want to see me again
I hop
What the Founding Fathers Wanted by TheLateGatsby, literature
Literature
What the Founding Fathers Wanted
Citizens of the United States respect our Political Ancestors, the
âFounding Fathersâ, more than the citizens of any other nation on
Earth. Most nations respect their major historical figures, but we
practically worship ours. We name our streets, social clubs
and companies after them, even putting their images on our currency
-as a reminder of what ideals we value. Thorough study of their deeds
tells us much of the origins of our nation, but they should not be
Iron Rails upon which we should set our future.
The Founding Fathers -or âFoundersâ if youâre into
Benjamin Franklin Carr was a famed Chemistry Professor at Rochester Institute of Technology, until the day he became the world's most famous book publisher.
Carr's father was a manufacturer of coffee makers. "Carr" emblazoned the front of commercial coffee makers in diners throughout the Brick City, and also sold very well around the shore of Lake Ontario. Carr's grandfather was a tinker, plying his trade in the streets of Rochester, his cart filled with pots, pans and solder pulled by the same Clydesdale he led out of Alabama in 1924. By the time Benjamin took an internship for Du Pont Chemicals, The family name was respected throughout
It wasnt my fault.
I was sitting on an iron throne when I set down my Iron Crown
I saw you dancing overhead.
So I stole you away.
You shouldnt have danced so well.
Then the ground matched my crown.
And your mother came shrieking for me
It was cold on the surface, almost as cold as down here.
But you ate a pomegranate- tasted from my garden.
And now you have to stay with me, at least every once in a while.
Shed that wrap, put on the shroud
And make my hell a heaven.
I watch her from underneath,
Yearning for her beauty,
To lighten my dark world.
I'm not usually the impulsive one,
But today, I don't just
Want her, I need her.
So I take her,
Home with me.
Away from the sun.
She glares at me,
And she tells me she hates me,
But even her hatred is beautiful.
I give her jewelry,
And fancy clothes,
And the newest Apple device.
But most of all,
I give her my heart,
But she does not take it.
------------------------------------
He thinks he can
Win me over,
With fancy things,
But he's wrong.
He steals me
From my world,
And though he tries,
To get me to accept
One thing from him,
Benjamin Franklin Carr was a famed Chemistry Professor at Rochester Institute of Technology, until the day he became the world's most famous book publisher.
Carr's father was a manufacturer of coffee makers. "Carr" emblazoned the front of commercial coffee makers in diners throughout the Brick City, and also sold very well around the shore of Lake Ontario. Carr's grandfather was a tinker, plying his trade in the streets of Rochester, his cart filled with pots, pans and solder pulled by the same Clydesdale he led out of Alabama in 1924. By the time Benjamin took an internship for Du Pont Chemicals, The family name was respected throughout
Current Residence: A glorified sandbar Favourite genre of music: Anything electronic Favourite style of art: The Pamphlet, the medium by which Tom Paine kicked ass. Operating System: Ubuntu! Favourite cartoon character: Fluttershy. What? Personal Quote: "Stop quoting yourself, Franklin!"
Favourite Visual Artist
Two: Jack Kirby and Leonardo Da Vinci
Favourite Movies
Hollywood sucks.
Favourite TV Shows
I like "Community", even though I shouldn't watch TV.
Favourite Books
Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury
Favourite Writers
Ray Bradbury -I'd type a penny a word, if they'd pay me....
Tools of the Trade
Pen, Paper, Obselete Laptop, and someone else's printer.
Ray Bradbury has passed away at the age of 91. We're all poorer for it.
‎"He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on."
-Fahrenheit 451
I still have not found a real job.
I am still struggling with this script.
I still have to write a fanfic for this contest, which will be hella embarrassing, and I cannot post it here.
I am probably regressing.
On the upside...
I have been exercising regularly by performing the most excellent Burpee. It is a prison exercise, which is appropriate.
I have cut back on some waste by buying powdered Gatorade, mixing it with tap-water. It's a lot more affordable -I get about 2.5 Gallons of Gatorade for $5.00 plus the negligible cost of the Utility, and more importantly, I am using less packaging -fewer bottles. It is better to avoid consuming
It's the first day of spring, the Equinox! It's also the first day of the year in the traditional persian calender, if I'm not mistaken. Equal parts day and night. Too bad it's 35 degrees outside right now. Not so much fun.
I keep putting off dA doings, for fear of ridicule. I'll get to it eventually.