Reporters thrive on the world's misfortune. For this reason they often take an indecent pleasure in events that dismay the rest of humanity.
quote by Russell Baker
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Use And Abuse....
when you are hopeless
when misery is inside all your bones
you become so beautiful and humanity looks
at you with so much pleasure
so much lust
and you give in
you give what is no longer pleasurable to you
for all of them
you are exhausted and dying
they do not mind
they take pleasure in every chunk of your flesh
your eyes dilate
when you die in the middle of that moment
they call it your misfortune
they have nothing to do with you or
your pain
when all your bones fall to the ground
when your lips crack like dried leaf
they leave you
they will hate the place
and look for another.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Git Along Little Dogies
As I was walking one morning for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher riding along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling
And as he approached he was singing this song
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Early in the springtime we round up the dogies
Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails
Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon
Then throw the little dogies out on the long trail
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Night comes on and we hold 'em on the bedground
The same little dogies that rolled on so slow
We roll up the herd and cut out the stray ones
Then roll the little dogies like never before
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Some boys go up the long trail for pleasure
But that's where they get it most awfully wrong
For you'll never know the trouble they give us
As we go drivin' them dogies along
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
song performed by by Nickel Creek
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I was sent there by the Free Congress Committee, headed by Paul Weyrich. Fred Smith and I were sent down as observers, with reporters' credentials, so we could witness the events.
quote by Dixy Lee Ray
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My guess is more reporters probably vote Democrat than Republican - just because I think reporters are smart.
quote by Jerry Springer
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And for no reason
and for no reason
I start to sing;
for no reason
I flick the duster
as if I’m in some song-and-dance act;
for no reason
I stop; sit down; fall silent;
for no reason
get up again; do something else
with a light heart;
for what has reason
to do with all this?
it always arrives just a moment too late
to enjoy such events.
*
[leaning on Hafiz’ poem of this title]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Thriving
We thrive together
And perish together.
It is comradeship.
We thrive with a leader
And perish with him.
It is monarchy.
We thrive with a master
And perish for him.
It is slavery.
We thrive together
And perish sporadically.
It is the survival of the fittest.
We thrive together
And perish fighting with in.
It is barbarism.
A democracy witnesses
All these sects mixed.
11.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Right-wing media and politicians are looking for any opportunity to be critical of the reporters who are here. Some reporters make judgments, but that is not my style. I present both sides and report what I see with my own eyes.
quote by Peter Arnett
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The recent murder of the reporters
Some reporters are being murdered
In Bangladesh recently
And most of the times
Justice is denied or delayed
For lame excuses
Killing a reporter
Is like strangling a brave truthful person
Who is rare and much needed
In any society
Reporters are like mirrors of the world
Murdering them is like
Breaking the mirrors into pieces
That can hurt others
Be careful
O Bangladesh
poem by Asif Andalib
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Live until your dead
The ties that bind unwinding
The future needs reminding
That differences will always be
Yet pleasure and pain are the same to me
So broken on the inside, maybe the pain is what i need
Cutting on the outside, just to make sure i still bleed
With that pain comes the pleasure, that i am still alive
With that pleasure comes the pain, that my mind now needs to thrive
You live what you learn, someone very smart once said
So find some pleasure in your pain, and live until your dead.
poem by Mistaken Identity Suicidal Tendancy
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The point is, the political reporters are the ones who no longer understand the ritual they are covering. They keep searching for political meanings in the tepid events when a convention is now essentially a human drama and only that.
quote by William Greider
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Envy Does Is Kill The Person Inside
WHAT ENVY DOES IS KILL THE PERSON INSIDE
What envy does is kill the person inside-
There is nothing more ugly
Than satisfaction at the misfortune of ones friend-
For this alone
No human being deserves to be immortal-
Envy and pleasure at another's misfortune
Teach us
Our Death is justified.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I envision a future where there'll be 300 million reporters, where anyone from anywhere can report for any reason. It's freedom of participation absolutely realized.
quote by Matt Drudge
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Looking Into My Inner Self
Until I can look into my self
And find the real
Identity of my inner self,
I will not blame anyone
For my misfortune
Although the world
It is making me to do so
Still I will not blame
Anyone for my misfortune
Before I look in my inner self…
poem by Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie
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Domicile
By jimmy buffett, 1997
A little parody of God rest ye, merry gentlemen, which I wrote at jimmys bequest, disclosing the real reason the rich folks live on this forsaken rock in the sea - tax avoidance.
The hill crowd
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
With kinja as our domicile
Theres so much less to pay
We pay our taxes here
The irs is far away
Domicile is our comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Domicile is our comfort and joy
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The professionalism of wire service reporters is constantly being tested because reporters know that if they're late or sloppy on a story, it will show up because the competition is likely to be not late and not sloppy.
quote by Bob Greene
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I See A Man
I see a man innocent and far-fetched,
Offering me the deaths of thousands;
I apologise for the inconvenience of my laugh,
Seeing that this great saint is beautiful.
My sights are so glorious for more,
The abnormal request turns into more folly
As he raises his hand to a wall to erase society’s
Beauty, much too bold a great beauty.
May this man be trusted and tolerated
After he swings a fist in the direction of the Sun
And instead hits the boy utterly in the head,
Wearing shoulders and dress of a great day.
My community thinks twice of this old man,
I see him during my life, and I watch the spectacles,
Wondering why? O God! ! Why does he then die?
Let Humanity be successful due to him.
His reason for living is too strong and great,
He prevents the wrong turn of events;
Part of his wise nature is correct,
The rest is proper and distinct.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I had an idea in the beginning to do a book about some of the events that I had covered, just various stories that I've covered. Reporters spend a lot of time telling each other tales about how they covered stories, and that's what this book started out to be.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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Six Months Past
September 11th is now six months past
And the events of that day will forever last
Sometimes it seems like a lifetime ago
When our safe little world we ceased to know
The flags are still flying, some weathered and worn
I hear of them cast aside, tattered and torn
But we are still fighting in that far distant land
And the reason for war, we now understand
How long it will last, we have no way of knowing
The battles that are fought, the number keeps growing
Yes, September 11th is now six months past
And the events of that day will forever last
(03/11/02)
The Reason And The Anti-reason
Submission to God without reasoning repels me a lot,
Puppet-ism makes my blood hot,
Bleeds me into two horns,
Reasoning encourages me to ask,
Are the hands of the supreme to judge?
Atheism with profound reason,
Makes me more angry-
Reason is chocked in the clutches of anti -reason.
If expansion is the rule of reason,
Shrinking is, of course, the anti-reason.
Wisdom prefers to take a line-
A line of golden mean,
This makes me a fan of God,
A man of free thinking-full of liberty,
Having a pleasure to live in this world with high dignity.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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