This isn't really a convention, This is really an infomercial. And every night we'll have a different infomercial and people view it with a certain level of cynicism.
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I can't wait to work for Rick Kaplan. He's a great producer. I would host an infomercial if he would produce it.
quote by Tucker Carlson
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Sink Hole
He made the mistake of standing on top of the television set.
He thought maybe he could conquer it, I guess
But instead
It swallowed him up and burped him out into an
Infomercial.
And if we don’t pay $149.95 in six easy installments
We’ll probably never see him again.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Jan.2003)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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I only went to one Star Trek convention and that was in the late '80s. I hadn't gone to a convention before that. It was quite amusing, with the people dressed up and all of that.
quote by Persis Khambatta
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My level of cynicism about the reasons that took us to war against Iraq remain just as well-developed as they were before I went.
quote by Ted Koppel
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Our problem, from the point of view of psychology and from the point of view of genetic epistemology, is to explain how the transition is made from a lower level of knowledge to a level that is judged to be higher.
quote by Jean Piaget
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The Night I Painted The Sky
I came from the north
Escaping convention
Modern invention that wont let me be
To the shores of st. martin
With my fiction addiction
To restart the fire
A dreamers remedy
Independence day
And all I remember
Was a midnight rainbow
That fell from the sky
As I stand on the beach
I slowly surrender
To the child in me
That cant say goodbye
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Oh I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
I dug in the sand
Like a boy on a mission
And there in my hands
A pyros delight
If un bombadier
A night time magician
I sparked the sky
As the rockets fly from view
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Es I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Oh the mortars they roar
In anticipation
Proceeding the sigh
Of the uplifted eyes
It showers us all
In sulfuric sensation
The colors shine
And a fiery rhyme tonight
The rockets in the air (ooooh...)
And the people everywhere
Wont you put away your differences for a while
I am but a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
That was the night
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Painted the sky
Painted the sky
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Over The Hills And Far Away
A LITTLE bird flew my window by,
'Twixt the level street and the level sky,
The level rows of houses tall,
The long low sun on the level wall;
And all that the little bird did say
Was, 'Over the hills and far away.'
A little bird sang behind my chair,
From the level line of corn-fields fair,
The smooth green hedgerow's level bound
Not a furlong off--the horizon's bound,
And the level lawn where the sun all day
Burns:--'Over the hills and far away.'
A little bird sings above my bed,
And I know if I could but lift my head
I would see the sun set, round and grand,
Upon level sea and level sand,
While beyond the misty distance gray
Is 'Over the hills and far away.'
I think that a little bird will sing
Over a grassy mound, next spring,
Where something that once was me, ye'll leave
In the level sunshine, morn and eve:
But I shall be gone, past night, past day,
Over the hills and far away.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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I think we too often make choices based on the safety of cynicism, and what we're lead to is a life not fully lived. Cynicism is fear, and it's worse than fear - it's active disengagement.
I knew that the Hague Convention prohibited the use of poison in war. I didn't know the details of the terms of the Convention, but I did know of that prohibition.
Fat: Pt 1 - Mass Media Rise Of The New Health Reich
Flicking through the channels and browsing through the net
I see the infomercial fascist, relieving junk diets for escapement
To the deprecated masses the flock for high-speed solutions.
Exalting to the virtues of tummy tucks and surgeons knives
And favoring the religion of synthetic Mount Olympians
We always chagrined these late night highwaymen
The backpedal wizards with their marketed magic potions
Dispelling pseudo wisdom in cosmetic metamorphosis
To faithful sluggish narcissists, who worship being beach peaches
With tan lines and twister riffs that credit cards for laurel rewards
But the parasitic message, were the symptom of our beliefs
The epicenter of this disaster, was in the cultural mirage
Of vacant superficial dreams, in laminated beauty queens
And replicas of golden Abs, from six pack princes airbrushed in
Then the world began to spin, from obsessions with the outer skin
Reward the blossomed roses with the lower lipid count
Smiles and affection, and leave the rotund out to drought
They can cover themselves, from the shadows of the sun
Succumbing to the basement of their premature deficiencies
While starving for life, looking at you through a TV screen
Is it worth it to deride anyone whose not a playgirl?
Why can't beuty be the truth without resorting to end games.
The light is growing dimmer for modesty and sincerity
The health clubs Gestapo will be awaiting in the shadows
Stirring in the public the misdirection of our struggle
poem by Kevin Patrick
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I Found It. And It Works!
'One should not live,
With a prioritized agenda...
To persistently feed a greeding,
Fed to disenfranchise the lives of our fellowmen.
Together we can and could accept our differences,
To respect our ethnic contributions.
And embrace one another in unity! '
It must be close to election time.
~Why do you say that? ~
It was just last week that same person said,
'I earned every dime I had.
No one help me to achieve my success.
Any money I've accumulated and stored in hidden accounts,
I have in various offshore banks...
Is my business and my wife can attest to that.
People need to get up off their backsides and find a job.'
~Well...
you know we must all give him a benefit of a doubt.
Perhaps he has had a change of heart.~
Yeah, right.
His heart began to change when his opponent,
Began to rise in the polls after that convention.
And that convention was the best thing I've seen,
To motivate people since TV was invented.
Every speaker came to the podium with one intention.
One united purpose.
~And what was that? ~
To capitvate and electrify!
And the convention those other folks had?
I taped it!
~Why?
For what reason? ~
My doctor told me I should find something...
Something other than sleeping pills to aid my sleep.
I found it.
And it works!
The sheep I use to repeatedly count,
Are relieved I don't need them any more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cynicism is tough. A cynic's point of view is really pitiful. I derive pleasure out of a lot of things in life. As long as I'm fairly healthy, it's hard to stay dismal for very long.
quote by Shawn Colvin
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So the result was that as one approached a political convention for most of the 19th century and for most of the 20th century until the 1960's, part of the drama was the fact that you didn't know ultimately who was going to be the nominee at the end of that convention week.
quote by Michael Beschloss
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Cynic
I know that some people
are getting sick of my cynicism
that is building inside of me
I'm sorry if it has hurt a few people
but I am not ready to conquer it
I do not know my enemy enough yet
It does scare me
because what if it goes too far
I know I'm just part crazy
and that most people are
That is what really scares me
but I know that I'm not really crazy
I'm just searching for the truth
which is more than most of you
will ever conjure
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Dear Swaziland
Where is your respect Swaziland
Where is your thinking?
Where is your love for the people?
Can’t you see from your cousin Europe?
Can’t you see from your father Africa?
Can’t you see from your brother South Africa? ?
Why not respect 1948
Why not respect 1965
Why not respect 1979
Why not respect 1989
1948, The UN Declaration of Human Rights
1965, The International Convention on Elimination
Elimination of all forms of racial discrimination
1979, Convention on the Elimination of discrimination Against women
1989, The convention on the Rights of the child.
Dear Swaziland
Dear my land
Turning into my grave
Dear my place
Turning into my prison
Dear my origin
Turning into my foreign land
Dear Ngwane
Turning into Silwane
Dear my place
A place of feelings
A feeling of Scarcity, Shortages and Sanctions
A feeling of Wakes, Weeds and Weaknesses
A feeling of Abuse, Affliction and Annihilation
A feeling of Zigzags and Zeroes
A feeling of Immorality, Illness, Inconvenience
A feeling of Limits and limitations, Laments and lamentations
A feeling of Abuse, Affliction and Annihilation
A feeling of Danger, Darkness and Detention
Dear Swaziland
A voice of your people
A feeling of your people
A vision of your people
Neither the people, nor them
But your people
Dear Swaziland
Do you remember your people?
Do you know them?
Dear Swaziland
poem by Alex Lushaba
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It's a good time to be making movies, despite the cynicism people have about Hollywood.
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People have moved beyond apathy, beyond skepticism into deep cynicism.
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Little Suzie
Written by glen burtnik, bob berger, tommy shaw, dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by tommy shaw
Somebody lookin for the answer,
Somebody dyin to cut a deal
Somebody got a cure to cancer,
Somebody drunk behind the wheel
But me, Im just tryin to find my little suzie
Somebody bustin illegal aliens,
Somebody burnin hollywood
Somebody tryin to shoot the president,
Someone abused and misunderstood
But, me, Im just holding up a sign for little suzie
Somebody reachin out for jesus,
Somebody lookin for a sign
Somebody said they spotted elvis,
He was healin the sick and leadin the blind
But me, Im just tryin to make some time for my little suzie
Yeah me, Im sneakin up behind, dont you hear me say
I wont surrender, I will survive, so help me jesus
Well be together until the end of all space and time
Everybodys got an infomercial,
Everybodys psychic on the phone
Somebody had a sex change reversal,
Somebody thinks nobody knows
Somebody cryin out for justice,
Somebody shootin someones kid
Somebody caught the perpetrator,
Somebody swears they never did
But me, Im just makin time for my little suzie
Yeah me, Im playin my guitar for my little suzie
The world is gonna turn from here until doomsday
But I dont give a damn long as Ive got little suzie
I wont surrender, I will survive, so help me jesus
Well be together until the end of all space and time
Somebodys awaiting execution,
Somebodys dyin to pull the switch
Somebody cries another martyr,
Somebody screams fry the son of a bitch
But me, Im just spending time with little suzie
Yeah me, Im playing my guitar for little suzie
Oh me, Im safe in the arms of little suzie
song performed by by Styx
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I've just got into the convention circuit in the last couple of years and it's great to see all these people who are still interested in the show. It's so gratifying to hear that so many people enjoyed the work that Erin and I have done.
quote by Gil Gerard
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The Flood Has Lifted Up
The flood have lifted up, O lord
Down deep below sea level, New Orleans.
The mighty water came, O lord
Down deep below sea level, New Orleans.
God gonna trouble the waters, O lord
Down deep below sea level, New Orleans.
Many people lost homes and lives, O lord
Down deep below sea level, New Orleans.
poem by David E. Patton
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