All successful newspapers are ceaselessly querulous and bellicose. They never defend anyone or anything if they can help it; if the job is forced on them, they tackle it by denouncing someone or something else.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Never Bellicose
From likeness to loveness,
From loveness to intimacy,
From intimacy to veracity,
From me to you of course,
From you to me it is
So parallel but never bellicose
From friendship to companionship,
From companionship to passion,
Our days so spaced,
Our lives so placed,
From opposite ends we came,
So parallel but never bellicose
She was modern, I was traditional
She was uptown, I was downtown
She was rich, I was poor,
Never promised her haven,
So different but never bellicose
Our hearts were different,
Our lives were so distinct,
Our choices were zig zag
Yet our love an equilibrium
Never bellicose, never bellicose
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The reason we have not gone to newspapers is because its a slow growth industry and I think they are dying. I'm not sure there will be newspapers in 10 years. I read newspapers every day. I even read Murdoch's Wall Street Journal.
quote by Sumner Redstone
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Weapon
They build arms
To defend nations
They war! To achieve peace
They kill! To save populace
They choose bloodbath
To baptize the world’s youth
These born-bellicose
Are too callous to use
One weapon that can defuse
All the tensions on this Earth
Love! The indomitable means! A boon
The Maker had bestowed on humans
That can conquer any domain! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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You don't even exist...
Sharpen up your blunt canines
Summon up the lost souls
Call your gods to tackle me
'cause you have no existance
Lo! under the veil of lion-skin
there stands some beast
some beast of burden...
Serve your gods to tackle me
'cause you have no existance
Silence is the best answer
And you had some questions
You answered them quite well
Backstabbing is not the silence
Find your gods to tackle me
'cause you have no existance
You fear the wind; i'm the wind
You breathe in me, spit on me
But you couldn't catch me
And i've caught you red-handed
Kneel to your gods to tackle me
'cause you have no existance
My pride's my life, you attack it
You aint've pride, you're proud
Torment your gods to tackle me
'cause you have no existance
To me, you're zero existance
nor your gods bother me
You know the pain, you know it
To inflict pain, you need rebirth
Sing your elegy, write your wish
resurrect your dead soul
Resurrect your gods to tackle me
'cause you have no existance...
26-03-2006
poem by Usman Hanif
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One could not be a successful scientist without realizing that, in contrast to the popular conception supported by newspapers and mothers of scientists, a goodly number of scientists are not only narrow-minded and dull, but also just stupid.
J.D. Watson in The Double Helix
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It is not enough to tackle the mechanics of terror organizations. We must also tackle the situations that create terrorists. We desperately need to address the frustration, the loss and the despair that drive some to these actions.
quote by King Hussein I
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Some newspapers have a hands-off policy on favored politicians. But it's generally very small newspapers or local TV stations.
quote by Bob Woodward
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Successful men
The best way to defend is offend.
The best way to hate is be close.
The best way to cheat is gain trust.
The best way to trap is help.
Successful men know about these.
21.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bwtween two
forced to choose between the two,
forced to choose between honesty and dispair,
forced to choose between beauty and destruction,
forced to choose between life and death,
forced to choose between 3 years and 5 years,
forced to choose between who i am friends with,
and still with the choice of both i loose one.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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In the Land of Misunderstandings
Who in a population of game players,
Is satisfied with just one sacrifice to commit?
In the land of misunderstandings...
Where folks pray and worship,
An assortment of conflict.
With beliefs the Earth is unfeeling and thoughtless.
Anyone daring to tackle a seriousness,
Unequipped with a heart.
Has no chance to defend against the heartless.
Hoarding stolen wealth.
With gifts to market as they benefit from evilness.
One has to have a lot of heart...
Bite, vigor and vim
To withstand the onslaught of an addicted ignorance.
Folks fight to keep it.
Folks kill to be adorned in it.
Or have it sit proudly...
On their disrespecting lips.
With any admitted identity gone.
On a long
Long
Trip!
Who...
With a clear consciousness,
That hasn't gotten sick to be airlifted...
To undergo a detoxing.
In a population of game players,
Can say...
They have become satisfied,
With just one sacrifice to commit?
In the land of misunderstandings...
Where folks pray and worship,
An assortment of conflict.
Anyone daring to tackle a seriousness,
And unequipped with a heart.
Has no chance to defend against the heartless.
Needed...
Is a pledge to keep a strengthened sanity intact.
Those subjected to emotional flashbacks...
Will not make a good recruit,
To hold these mental monsters back.
They are on the rise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ten' Minutes Into a Happy Hour
The key to success?
Don't let anyone know,
'Successful' is 'your' life.
Keep it to yourself.
If you feel forced to speak,
When asked.
Especially from those who probe,
And wish to know...
'Are you 'still' doing that? '
Say 'yeah! '
Nothing else.
A 'yeah' will do it!
Then in the peaceful confines,
Where you are relaxed...
And away from those self indulged in BS.
Do your thing!
And become successful at it!
Folks will one day realize,
Just how resourceful you are.
Giving them a reason to wonder,
Why you are happier than they are...
And you are leaving them,
'Ten' minutes into a happy hour.
Without having a drink.
OR complaining about co-workers or a boss!
'He's gay! ',
Those dudes sipping on a Sloe Gin Fizz whisper!
As they pretend to play pool!
While eyeing chicks drinking bottles of 'Bud'
Who either flirt or ignore.
~Why?
He hasn't got a dropp of ass! ~
'Man,
You gon' take your shot or not? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And in the Second World War, you didn't just read about it in the newspapers because you weren't allowed to read it in the newspapers. It was all censored, you know? So nobody knew what we were doing.
quote by Patrick Macnee
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Were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate a moment to prefer the latter.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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The basis of our government being the opinion of the people, the very first object should be to keep that right and were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers wthout government, I should not hesita
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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But if our hopes are betrayed, if we are forced to resist the invasion of our soil, and to defend our threatened homes, this duty, however hard it may be, will find us armed and resolved upon the greatest sacrifices.
quote by King Albert II
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Our popular Government has often been called an experiment. Two points in it our people have already settled — the successful establishing and the successful administering of it. One still remains — its successful maintenance against a formidable internal attempt to overthrow it. It is now for them to demonstrate to the world that those who can fairly carry an election can also suppress a rebellion; that ballots are the rightful and peaceful successors of bullets, and that when ballots have fairly and constitutionally decided there can be no successful appeal back to bullets; that there can be no successful appeal except to ballots themselves at succeeding elections. Such will be a great lesson of peace, teaching men that what they can not take by an election neither can they take it by a war; teaching all the folly of being the beginners of a war.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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We think we have got freedom of the press. When one millionaire has ten newspapers and ten million people have no newspapers — that is not freedom of the press.
quote by Anastas Mikoyan
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I will never regret not denouncing apartheid.
The Child Forced To Be A Man
all the silver statues of men
are laughing
and i the child screams for
help
as i am new to this kind
of arrangement
they're too big and i am
too small
upon a slippery road
where the rain does not stop
Mama is not here definitely
to defend me
from all their mockeries
and so i am forced to become
a strong man
in such a short time
even without Papa's image
to follow
no shadows no light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dancing Barefoot
She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he's taking over me...
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroin/e
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly, Could it be he's taking over me...
[chorus]
She is re-creation
She, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she...
Here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
'til I lose my sense of gravity...
[chorus]
(oh god I fell for you ...)
The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
Grave visitations
What is it that calls to us?
Why must we pray screaming?
Why must not death be redefined?
We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
And whirl on a pane of glass
An afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
The hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.
(Oh God I fell for you ...)
song performed by by Simple Minds
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