So the - the part of the problem is not just the rhetoric. It's the fact that we - we're so polarized in what we've done to each other as parties over the last thirty years in redistricting that it's very, very hard to overcome your own constituencies and move to the middle.
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My Next Thirty Years
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(phil vassar)
I think Ill take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now its time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
Hey my next thirty years Im gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things Ive done
Maybe now Ive conquered all my adolescent fears
And Ill do it better in my next thirty years
My next thirty years Im gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what Im doing here
In my next thirty years
Oh my next thirty years, Im gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe Ill remember my next thirty years
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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If you ask the people who are professional political analysts, they would say that the way redistricting has worked, that the Republicans have something of a lock on the House until a redistricting occurs after 2010, particularly as a result of what DeLay did in Texas.
quote by John Podesta
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The Big Problem....
There is this BIG PROBLEM
WE decided not to talk about it
We think that that problem must solve itself
Auto-resolution
So day and night the problem stays there
Like a drunkard in the room
Vomiting
To every nook of the house
The house
That smells like fucking
Shit
But that problem is never considered a problem
There is a room for it to stay
And it can stay
It cannot consume us
It has no mouth and so it has no teeth
It has no tongue it cannot say a word
It stays there like a piece of art
And we begin to appreciate it
Like a piece of rock
Unchanged in the middle of the living room
We eat lunch there
They prepare nice dinners
We drink red wine
We munch chocolates
And sweet berries
The problem stays but it cannot nag us
Because we can pretend
That it is a brother
That we cannot junk but only love
And keep as part of the
Company
There is still this problem
And it did not solve itself
We live by this problem and this problem lives with us
Symbiosis
And so now
What is the problem? Is this a problem after all these years?
It is not anymore
We have learned that it is not a problem anymore
We die soon
And it shall perhaps disappear
Shall it weep over our departure?
That is its problem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Mrs. Thrale on Her Completing Her Thirty-fifth Year
Oft in danger, yet alive,
We are come to thirty-five;
Long may better years arrive,
Better years than thirty-five.
Could philosophers contrive
Life to stop at thirty-five,
Time his hours should never drive
O'er the bounds of thirty-five
High to soar, and deep to dive,
Nature gives at thirty-five.
Ladies, stop and tend your hive,
Trifle not at thirty-five;
For, howe'er we boast and strive,
Life declines from thirty-five:
He that ever hopes to thrive
Must begin by thirty-five:
And all who wisely wish to wive
Must look on Thrale at thirty-five.
poem by Samuel Johnson
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship
I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home
I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work
I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job
I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child
I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub
I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter
I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school
I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing
I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum
My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
poem by Pascale Ost
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Best Part
Best part of the life is youth
I don't know how far is the truth?
But certainly it is fact and enterprising
Life itself is on move and surprising
You prefer to see all green
Expect no loss and only win
You are on move and thrust is motto
You love all girls and their photos
As tree looks decorative with green leaf
Life too as at its peak but to remain brief
Any time that saga may be over
With bare branches and no possible cover
What to expect and what not to grab?
Everything is at feet with no restriction or cap
Down to earth is your approach and goal within sight
World belongs to you whether you are wrong or right
Seize the opportunity and strike at its root
Fine the target and precisely shoot
Time may not wait for any laxity on your part
Have it in your hand and look damn smart
So to say green represents dedication
Building strong and viable relation
No hasty move even with little excitation
But alas! Time moves on gradually with rotation
Leaf may turn yellow and look very pale
All ideas may stagnate and face may turn pale
This may come soon before ground is lost
Try hard for enough gain before it blows with high cost
If you act sensible when river is in spate
There won't be any problem to relate
Timely help may control the situation
Life may then have no problem with it continuation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I bring other constituencies - I also have ties to minority communities. And obviously, to the world of world-class research universities. So I can bring some constituencies that I'm used to working with.
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Walk Straight Down The Middle
Cant move my arms,
Cant move my legs.
Cant say no,
I cant say yes.
Cant help myself.
I need your help.
(we go)
Ooh, ooh, what do we do,
Now we just cant move?
Were calling out for middle street.
Ooh, ooh, what do we do,
Now we just cant move?
We hang on to every line,
And walk straight down the middle of it.
He thought he was gonna die,
But he didnt.
She thought she just couldnt cope,
But she did.
We thought it would be so hard,
But it wasnt...
It wasnt easy, though!
Cant say yes,
I cant say no.
Cant begin,
Cant let go...
Help me now.
(we go)
Ooh, ooh, what do we do,
Now we just cant move?
Were calling out for middle street.
Ooh, ooh, what do we do,
Now we just cant move?
We hang on to every line,
And walk straight down the middle of it.
He thought he was gonna die,
But he didnt.
She thought she could never cope,
But she did.
We thought it was all over,
But it wasnt...
It hadnt started yet.
And walk straight down the middle of it.
And walk straight down the middle of it.
D^^^^^^^^^^ d^^^^^^^^^^, calling out for middle street.
Calling out for middle street, d^^^^^^^^^^ d^^^^^^^^^^^.
Walking straight down the middle of it. d^^^^^^^^^^^^^^.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Bit in the middle
I work forty miles from home,
so I drive eighty miles a day.
I quite enjoy the journey
it give me time to pray.
I rise at six thirty each moning
so I can get an early start.
I leave work at five thirty,
in the winter I just drive in the dark.
I don't mind all the driving,
in fact it gives me a rest.
It's just the work in the middle
thats the bit that I detest.
poem by Maurice Diplock
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To Survive
to survive i go for the golden mean
not so tall and not so short
the tastier, meatier part i suppose
is the middle part of the sandwich
the smoother flow is the middle
part of the river
the safer part is the middle in every
location
at the extreme right what do you get?
or at the extreme left?
i sing between
you extreme joy is killing you with arrogance
your extreme sorrow is killing you with hopelessness
you see,
i live in the middle of everything
not so hot and not so cold and they always call it
this paradise.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rhetoric (Acrostic)
: Rhetoric (Acrostic) 090a
Rhetoric is the art of polish and refinement.
Harlot verbiage moving from context to context.
Every now and then causing simple mis-judgement.
Tenses abound within rhetorical speeches.
Orator! When will you, if ever, learn?
Rhetoric shows up many words to be sinful.
Independent, discreet as a testified secret.
Cant saturation, dismiss rhetoric to Limbo.
poem by Philip Winchester
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If Thirty Years Ago or Less
It would have been wonderful 'if' thirty years ago...
Or less.
We all had embraced reality as fact and not fiction.
And those who spoke truth were not hushed as mavericks.
And priorities then,
Focused our minds in unity as a mindset.
Instead of a decadence that has trashed.
With conflicts that clash.
To have now a witnessed division,
Depicting a separateness into classes!
So once enjoyed by the masses.
Perhaps none of the current madness experienced,
Would exist to inflict upon our consciousness.
IF...
Thirty years ago,
Or less.
The majority had confessed...
A self examined sadness,
Now professed in regret as is reflected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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foRgivEnEss..
it is hard to forgive those people
who let you feel anger, pain
and discomfort...
it is the feeling or thing that you
can feel when your anger, pain
and discomfort were gone if you
have overcome them already....
It is a voice in your inner part of
your heart and soul that will help you
overcome those anger, pain and
discomfort....
No matter hard it is to give,
there is still a part of you that can help
make you easy to give to those people...
poem by Hannah Baquiran
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To Overcome II
To overcome,
Strictly by the laws;
To overcome,
By learning how to do it right;
So, do your part and let me do my part! !
And, let us put the world into a better place.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wishes
Humanity always wishing for another thing
As in winter for coming of the spring.
Summer they are tired of the heat,
Or when it rains they want to stop the beat.
Always praying (begging) for peace or for the ill,
More money when they blow theirs to cover their bill.
Always something what they don't have yet,
Seldom appreciating the blessings or the beautiful sunset.
These wishes are built into every mind,
Because that is life when we progress without bind.
We cannot stop the flow, we must move forward, just go,
Only God knows where it leads, not for us to know.
We think we can help others, we try and try,
In reality each of us caused his/her problems without knowing why.
Then, we ourselves have to solve the challenge, the problem,
God help us all; give us your wisdom, your best system.
In all these years of my life time
Learned something very important, always have to face the chime.
No matter what happens, do not oppose, calmly go with the flow,
Do your best, solve the problem, if any need solving but know.
Nobody is perfect in this moment,
We are all in a school for our enlightenment.
When we understand the law of Cause and Effect,
If problem comes up we'll be able to overcome the seeming defect.
So, this means nobody can help the other,
Nobody can play god and be a redeemer,
Only we can help ourselves,
Face our own woes, trust and believe
What we really need, we'll achieve.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Not Covered By Medicare
Spending habits out of control?
No problem.
Living on a fixed income,
And the doing of it has gotten old?
Nooo problem.
Are you graying with age gracefully?
Or are you still trying to convince anyone,
You are just a few years over 21?
No problem.
Just sit and admit it,
Even though difficult to do.
You are old and it shows!
Fixed income or not...
It is a part of life we all go through.
With few if any exceptions.
And that's the way our muscle flow.
'No!
Butt and stomach tucks.
Face lifts and the erasing of wrinkles,
Are not covered by 'medicare'.
However,
There may be a provision for corns and bunions,
With a co-pay.
Would you like your makeover to begin,
In those areas first?
We can take years off of the appearance of your feet.'
~Well...
Let me think about it.
I was hoping for something,
A bit more impressive.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude toward it, for that determines our success or failure. The way you think about a fact may defeat you before you ever do anything about it. You are overcome by the fact because you think you are.
quote by Norman Vincent Peale
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A whole is that which has beginning, middle and end.
Thirty three years
Thirty three years
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Soon I turn thirty three
And wonder what I have to show
I feel I have achieved very little
And have been going nowhere fast
I fear I am stuck in my ways
And this is my lot for life
I sit alone in writing this morning
With my usual coffee for one
I have loved, had my heart broken
Let opportunities slip away
Now I tend to do nothing
At least I wont feel hurt that way
I have spent time in solitary
And lost touch with the world
Please try and remember that
To excuse my lack of social grace
The pace of each year is picking up
While I am still young in some eyes
Still may yet have a lot to achieve
I look at the past thirty two years
And see myself an old man
Lonely and turning thirty three
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Problems
Too many problems, oh why am I here?
I need to be me, cause youre all to clear
And I can see theres something wrong with you
Oh, what do you expect me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Dont come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no-one
You got your body in suspension
Thats a problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You dont do what you want and you fade away
You work for me, youre working nine-to-five
Its too much fun of being alive
Im using my feet for my human machine
You work for me, living for the screen
Are you lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Well, what you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
I aint death trip, but I aint automatic
You work for me, just stay ecstatic
Dont you give me any orders
To people like me, there is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought youd solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem?
Ill leave it up to you, oh problem
The problem is you, you got a problem
Oh what you gonna do?
They know a doctor, gonna take you away
Thay take you away and they throw away the key
They dont want you and they dont want me
You got a problem the problem is you
Problem, well, what you gonna do?
Problem, have you got a problem?
Problem, well you got a problem
Problem (x17)
song performed by by Megadeth
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