Bush wasn't elected, he was selected - selected by five judges up in Washington who voted along party lines.
quote by Alec Baldwin
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Elected (live)
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I'm a yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
The kids need a savior, they don't want a fake
I wanna be elected
We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Respected
I wanna be selected
I never lied to you, I've always been cool
I wanna be elected
I have to get the votes, I told you about school
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Hallelujah
I wanna be selected, come on
Ooh yeah
We're gonna rock this place, take the country by storm
I wanna be elected
You and me together, young and strong
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Respected, selected, call collected
I wanna be elected, oh, oh, come on
This time
song performed by by Def Leppard
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It took me a long time to get selected as an astronaut. In fact, I applied for 20 years before I was selected.
quote by John L. Phillips
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How Do We Get Their Attention July 19th
Canadians are not encouraged to notice appointees,
Secretly politically selected and have no need to please,
To the Senate, the governor general and the Supreme Court,
Their word is then law and they don't need political support.
An elected High Court would make proper Canadian decisions,
An elected Senate might even make some legal revisions,
But our elected party politicians want nothing to change,
They'll form another sub committee soon but not to rearrange.
Therefore we are helpless to bring about real political change,
Though political parties often hint that they will rearrange,
We don't have binding referendums or death with dignity,
Even the BC Supreme Court was turned down dismally.
poem by James Bredin
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We are selected, but I grew up in California and in San Francisco and there was a system of electing judges.
quote by Stephen Breyer
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Who Selected What It Was To Be Picked?
The one thing I dislike,
About those who say...
They don't have what they want.
Or have things their way!
When they always seem to be surrounded,
By what exists as they sit to complain about it!
These are my questions...
Who selected what it was to be picked?
And in the picking done...
How many were witnessed,
To be unconscious of this?
And no one wants to admit...
They chose with eyes opened,
The path selected and the consequences.
Unless that too was done,
With an overdoing of pretentiousness.
Many love in the doing but can't remember it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Selected Me For Your Trip?
You've selected me for your trip?
As if I'm going to make that easy,
For you to sit and do that with.
I don't know if I should be suspicious,
Or flattered by it all.
Whether or not I should take the scenic view...
Or leave you feeling quite appalled!
You've selected me for your trip?
Would you wish to reconsider,
Your decision to do this?
You must be out for adventure?
And someone told you I could provide?
But let me warn you before you strap in...
The roads I prefer to take,
Will shake you up a bit...
And offer a bumpy ride.
I'm use to it.
Although it's not detected,
In the smoothness of my glide.
You've selected me for your trip?
And even though I am amused by it.
I will suggest you research a bit.
Because what you think will be a common undertaking...
Might actually leave you vomiting in fits!
In a heartbreaking display.
And I may enjoy the act of getting you sick.
If you keep determined,
I am the one to provide your fun...
Before you have a chance,
To go away...
Run!
Okay...
Ready?
Enjoy!
'You are mad! '
Please...
Do not begin with flattery!
I am more accustomed to the sounds of screams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selected For Your Love
Selected for your love and selected for your muse,
But it is only in the higher order to warm you up!
And like the sky over Berlin.
One bog one or two small ones,
And like the sky over Accra;
But the atmosphere over Africa is like the colours of your love.
Without a better education,
The better high-paying jobs are forever out of reach! !
And like your daily needs in the land of your muse,
But be very wise in what you do always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In A Seeking Of A 'Selected' Demographic To Please
There are no intentions I make,
To create lines to find rhymes...
With the suiting done to absorbing minds,
To ease with the delivery...
Of what is deemed acceptable poetry.
In a seeking of a 'selected' demographic to please.
God has blessed me with a gift,
To interpret messages with.
Some may be offended,
With expecations to be entertained.
And I do the best I can,
To maintain that in perspective.
And there are times I wish my comments,
Were accepted and not dissected...
To reveal a hidden agenda.
And for those who do that,
I might include something provocative.
But I am just a messenger!
Delivering to others what to me has been given.
There are no intentions I make,
To create lines to find rhymes...
With the suiting done to minds,
To ease with the delivery...
Of what is deemed acceptable poetry.
In a seeking of a 'selected' demographic to please.
That would be too easy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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MY Toys
I have instructed someone else,
To play with MY toys!
'Instructed?
Why don't you just give them your toys? '
I want it understood that they are mine...
When and IF I decide I want them back.
'Why 'those' toys? '
Gee...
I hadn't thought of it.
I guess the real reason is...
Those were the only toys they selected.
AND...
I now find that myself to be strange.
Because...
IF they had 'not' selected 'those' toys...
I would have given them away,
Anyway.
I hate to be intruded upon!
Especially by those making demands,
With high expectations.
Oh well...
My mind goes 'cuckoo' on me sometimes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Washington
Eight years of peace and prosperity
Scandal in the White House
An election is what we need
From coast-to-coast to Washington
So America voted on a president
No one kept count
On how the election went
From Florida to Washington
Goddamn, said one side
And the other said the same
Both looked pretty guilty
But no one took the blame
From coast-to-coast to Washington
So a new man in the White House
With a familiar name
Said he had some fresh ideas
But it's worse now since he came
From Texas to Washington
And he wants to fight with many
And he says it's not for oil
He sent out the National Guard
To police the world
From Baghdad to Washington
What is the thought process
To take a humans life
What would be the reason
To think that this is right
From heaven to Washington
From Jesus Christ to Washington
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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To Pay Particular Attention
A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!
A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.
And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.
And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,
I do test and try my Creator's patience.
In the hopes to be punished...
To pay particular attention,
As to how the Creator goes about...
Inflicting this,
Upon my more aware consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Expectations Come To Go
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
Who can look at someone,
And judge what's next?
Who knows what steps taken,
Who be the ones 'that' someone elects?
And who knows what's best for anyone to get done?
Only the one on a path that is chosen...
Can detect what to expect.
From a life lived inspired by tests.
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
And only those with their eyes wide open,
Know better than those who have their eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceitfully Victimized
One declaring to be victimized by another,
May pursue to get that atteention...
The first few times mentioned.
But then...
However and eventually,
Those who had been once accused of being culprits...
Become the ones who do receive the empathy,
After it has been discovered...
Those who elected to declare themselves victims,
Are the ones who deceitfully victimized...
To ruin lives of others they chose and selected.
But find themselves today the ones despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Else Have You Selected?
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Who else comes to teach...
Lessons taught to instill,
For me to learn?
Who will You deem to be qualified...
To ignite that spark I yearn?
Who comes to confess,
The void in my emptiness they can fulfill.
Who will that be coming not to exhaust,
My patience
To recognize from my eyes...
They have come with God given skills.
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Others have come for shortened visits.
Will You pick someone admired for Yourself?
To have me grieve upon their leaving...
As it seems You have done,
With everyone else.
To see how quickly I can heal...
With just You to turn to,
For a comforting you know appeals!
And after testing my loyalty...
Will You again,
Introduce another someone...
You will have me meet,
Just for me?
Or will You throw upon my path another test?
Just to tease to see if I love You best?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please?
And 'why' do You do this,
To me My Father?
Don't You believe,
I'm deserving of someone...
Not for You to scrutinize.
But a companion who is special...
To meet and satisfy our human needs.
Before You put me through another test,
Who else have You detected...
That I might select,
Just for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See Them On The Weekends
Who selected what you wear...
And helped you dress this morning?
'What kind of question is that?
I make those decisions myself! '
Who selected where you shop?
Dine and entertain your whims?
When you have them?
'What are you getting at?
Is there a point to be made here? '
Sooo...
You will agree,
If you are influenced to do anything...
It will be a choice you make?
'Sure...
Everyone does that.'
Then why are so many people,
Blaming others for their problems?
IF they are making their own decisions.
And where they are in life by choice!
'Well...
Some folks have legitimate gripes.'
I know!
I see them on the weekends,
Packing the malls...
And spreading their girth on the sidewalks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Acceptance As If Selected
Too convenient has been made a dropping that exists,
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With a leaving those in silence,
If they choose to resist.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Just too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Package of Its Passage
I'm just a 'deliveree'
Of what comes to be wished
To be represented in my mind.
At the time.
I'm there and it finds me.
Aware I am and unblocked.
Unable to stop...
The flow of it when the gushing,
Raises the pounding of my heart to free it.
To let this moment as it comes...
Show 'me' what 'it' knows.
And It does.
To leave me sometimes suspended,
With nothing else to do...
But be used,
By its influence.
Allowing to become selected.
Becoming one subjected,
By a method accepted!
And elected...
As the package of its passage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Offered and Ignored
Selected to lead and not debate.
Choosing not to wait,
To express diplomic ineptitude...
That has come to stifle,
As if a movement that has been approved.
People unaccustomed to getting things done,
Are currently upset...
By the actions of one considered young.
And they have become stubborn,
In their ways to obstruct.
But...
The one who has been elected,
Is not stuck in an awe that is struck.
He is there...
To lead!
And not debate.
Choosing not to wait,
To express diplomic ineptitude...
That has come to stifle,
As if a movement that has been approved.
And his leadership has put frowns on their lips.
But he was the one seeking 'their' bipartisanship.
And he knew when elected,
He did not need it!
It was offered and ignored,
In a solicitation he now has dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An application to the Whitehouse!
Sir! ,
Being given to understand that there are some openings arises in your honoured environment!
For the elders?
Herewith I submit my humble application for the same for your kind perusal.
I am Nimal and my beloved is Manel.
I am just passing at 61
and she's 58.
She cooks any type of food
and holding a Diploma for Cookery!
I am good for nothing
Just an old Pen-pusher?
But I love pets and specially dogs!
If you offer me the job to look after them
I 'll do it to the best of my knowledge Sir!
And I would like you to mention that our 40th wedding anniversary is getting closer and by the grace of God if selected us for this rare opportunity
We could have arrange our humble party there if permits?
I was a Seafarer for 15 years and a good painter too!
By the way I could have done some patchwork if possible?
Thanking you Sir in anticipation of a kind and a favorable reply,
With best regards,
Yours most obediently,
nimal dunuhinga
Postscript
In the event of my being selected to your honoured Establishment, I assure you of my loyalty, hardworking, dependability and dedication to services in the manner that would uphold the good name of your reputed Humanity Sir!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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NO CHANGES ALLOWED June 9th,2011
We have this unfortunate premise that we got everything right,
With our appointed judges and senators given the green light,
With a constitution that’s too difficult to alter or change,
And then it gets worse because we don’t think of this as strange.
No proportional representation or binding referendums,
Therefore we can’t give our pompous politicians ultimatums,
And we can’t have death with dignity because that’s a sin,
In our system only selected appointees always win.
We can’t have propositions because no one knows what they are,
Can’t have set-date elections because that might be bazaar,
A plebiscites could be important but what are they about?
Can’t have one because the people are not allowed to have clout.
poem by James Bredin
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