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I have impeached myself by resigning.

quote by Richard Milhous Nixon
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His Actions Have Appalled Us All

The people have become enraged.
Look at their faces.
He promised us,
With his leadership...
He would attempt to walk on water.
But he asked us to be patient.
Since the task before him was tremendous.
And may require time to undertake!

'Excuse me!
He 'is' walking on water.'

With argyles?
When was the last time,
You saw anyone fashionable...
Wearing argyles?

'Yeah, but...'

But nothing!
No one wears argyles today.
Not a soul.
He's not Scottish!
What he needs to be,
Is impeached.

'What? '

That's right.
I-with an 'm'-P-E-A-with a C-H-E-D...
IMPEACHED.

We expect our leaders 'here' in the 'free' world,
To wear silk suits...
With BOSTONIANS!
But no! !

He speaks of 'CHANGE'.
He...
Has to wear short sleeve shirts.
Play basketball.
Be cool and stay goodlooking.

And...
Adorn his shoeless feet,
Exposing them covered...
In ARGYLE? ? ?

WHO does he think he is?
Charleston Heston?

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I brought myself down. I impeached myself by resigning.

quote by Richard Milhous Nixon
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The first ladyship is the only federal office in which the holder can neither be fired nor impeached.

quote by William Safire
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Got til Its Gone

Janet:
Whats... whats the next song?
Q-tip:
The one about me
Janet:
Oh yeah?
I like this song
Uh-uh like joni says...
Joni
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its--
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its--
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its--
You dont know what youve got til its--
Janet:
Gone
Have a feelin
Now believin
That you were the one
I was meant to be with
Oh how Im wishin
Thinkin dreamin
Bout you
And the love
Howd I ever let you get away?
Got til its gone
Joni:
Dont- dont- dont it always--,
Dont- dont- dont it always--
Janet:
Got til its gone
Joni:
Dont- dont- dont it always--
Q-tip:
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Joni:
Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its
Janet:
Gone
Q-tip:
Joni mitchell never lies
Joni:
You dont know what youve got til its

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song performed by Janet Jackson
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Any judge who allows an adulterer with a live-in girlfriend to terminate the life of his wife should be impeached.

quote by Phyllis Schlafly
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When 25 percent of the population believe the President should be impeached and 51 percent of the population believe in UFOs, you may or may not need a new President, but you definitely need a new population.

quote by Harry Reasoner
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The war in Iraq will end, our troops will come home, Bush will be impeached and he will be brought to justice.

quote by Cindy Sheehan
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In our brief national history we have shot four of our presidents, worried five of them to death, impeached one and hounded another out of office. And when all else fails, we hold an election and assassinate their character.

quote by P.J. O'Rourke
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I think Bush's immigration proposal is treason and he should be impeached.

quote by Peter Brimelow
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Got 'Til It's Gone (Armand Van Helden Bonus Beats)

Now why you wanna go and do that love, huh
Now why you wanna go and do that huh do that
Now why you wanna go and do that love, huh
Now why you wanna go and do that, do that, do that
I like this song huh,
What
Uh like Joni says
Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what
you've got til it's... (gone)
Repeat 3x
You don't know what you've got til it's gone
Have a feelin'
Now believin'
That you were the one I was meant to be with
Oh how I'm wishin', thinkin' dreamin', 'bout you, and the love
How'd I ever let you get away
Got til it's gone
Got til it's gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know
what you've got til it's ...(gone)
Repeat 3x
What
Joni Mitchell never lies (lies, lies)
You never know what you've got til it's gone
I could turn the hands of time (mmm)
Make you fall in love with me again
So would you give me another chance to love
To love you the right way
No games
Got 'til it's gone
Got 'til it's gone
Joni Mitchell never lies
Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know
what you've got til it's... (gone)
Repeat 3x
Whats that
Yeah
Let me just **** with it for a minute
What (that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone)
Now you are realizing when the nights go long, right
Campaign for me to stay
When you know that I'm gone, right
You act all wild
When I tell you to settle
I was working 'round the clock
But you girls want to meddle (I heard, I heard)
Talkin' about, I heard he swims with his chick on the beach
That was out with the tide but my love you impeached
Now you lookin' at the walls

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song performed by Janet Jackson
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The Men And Women, And The Monkeys

A FABLE

When beasts by words their meanings could declare,
Some well-dressed men and women did repair
To gaze upon two monkeys at a fair:

And one who was the spokesman in the place
Said, in their countenance you might plainly trace
The likeness of a withered old man's face.

His observation none impeached or blamed,
But every man and woman when 'twas named
Drew in the head, or slunk away ashamed.

One monkey, who had more pride than the other,
His infinite chagrin could scarcely smother;
But Pug the wiser said unto his brother:

'The slights and coolness of this human nation
Should give a sensible ape no mortification;
'Tis thus they always serve a poor relation.'

poem by Charles Lamb
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Beranger's

Still serve me in my age, I pray,
As in my youth, O faithful one;
For years I've brushed thee every day-
Could Socrates have better done?
What though the fates would wreak on thee
The fulness of their evil art?
Use thou philosophy, like me-
And we, old friend, shall never part!

I think-I
often
think of it-
The day we twain first faced the crowd;
My roistering friends impeached your fit,
But you and I were very proud!
Those jovial friends no more make free
With us (no longer new and smart),
But rather welcome you and me
As loving friends that should not part.

The patch? Oh, yes-one happy night-
'Lisette,' says I, 'it's time to go'-
She clutched this sleeve to stay my flight,
Shrieking: 'What! leave so early? No!'
To mend the ghastly rent she'd made,
Three days she toiled, dear patient heart!
And I-right willingly I staid-
Lisette decreed we should not part!

No incense ever yet profaned
This honest, shiny warp of thine,
Nor hath a courtier's eye disdained
Thy faded hue and quaint design;
Let servile flattery be the price
Of ribbons in the royal mart-
A roadside posie shall suffice
For us two friends that must not part!

Fear not the recklessness of yore
Shall re-occur to vex thee now;
Alas, I am a youth no more-
I'm old and sere, and so art thou!
So bide with me unto the last
And with thy warmth caress this heart
That pleads, by memories of the Past,
That two such friends should never part!

poem by Eugene Field
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Outlaw Big Shot Wars?

When will
world governments
outlaw big shot wars?

When will
dark souls
be impeached for war crimes?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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New League Of Nations Oct 10th,2012

NEW LEAGUE OF NATIONS OCT 10TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN

It seems that dictators are okay if they are way over there,
The majority of these despot dictators are already millionaires,
And some may even be on the Security Council of the UN,
How high can they go in that phony place, these so called wise men?

If they are going to have a war over there, it should be small,
A loud battle on a field beside some old castle wall,
Do some killing and shouting and screaming and then go home,
Declare victory and write another song and another poem.

Then go to the UN and each side make a victory speech,
And claim that the other side should be UN impeached,
Because the UN has gone the way of the old League of Nations,
Like the UN, they couldn't stop wars or constant allegations.

Oct 10th,2012

poem by James Bredin
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WikiLeaks Fuss

I don’t understand all the Internet fuss about WikiLeaks,
While every journalist in town fills pages about techniques,
The establishment or someone is really upset out there,
Because someone else said or wrote what he/she thought was fair.

It was not politically correct enough for those who count,
Therefor it was a sin or a crime to be taken into account,
Was it espionage or democracy or was it just free speech?
As the debate rages on and on and will someone be impeached?

Who is the enemy these days and could it be ourselves?
Looking back from a mirror disguised as one of Santa’s elves,
You might think that the end of the world was coming very soon,
Tomorrow afternoon or at least before the next full moon.

Dec 11th,2010

poem by James Bredin
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Act Out Bit Parts as Wit Departs after John Donne Meditation XVII Nunc lento sonitu dicunt morieris

Cloud cuckoo land where bland hands band against all authenticity,
there, playing ball before thrall's shawls eliminates lucidity.
Who waits awhile, stands, serves, won't free last long without dexterity -
which in itself suspicions casts whate'er one's assiduity.

Though almost fifty years have sped since Orwell paper penned to see
what hidden time-traps lay ahead - if writ today the same would be
as relevant or more. Where fed still silent mass majority
clings to and through employment bread with slight sustainability.

Every man an island is unto himself, or so should be,
yet many abdicate their fate, cede self-respect and liberty.
Each to each together chained, suspecting self-sufficiency;
by rigid rules, conventions, penned - dumb shadows in Democracy.

When compromising breezes blend, most bend, to please society,
trends ill to curse where currents tend that set sad score for sanity.
Should stout voice shout out from closed shop hive to doubt respectability,
we flout it lest it compromise our own invincibility.

Ignoring soul-song's anguished sighs most sacrifice ability,
conforming fear cut ties, hope dies - lip-service preserves stability.
Impeached, tried, sentenced, while rich thrive and undermine equality,
most stifle stranger's signal sighs 'there's none so blind as will not see! '

In restive rows, mechanic chain, men chafe forever to be free,
it rankles, goes against the grain, God: global productivity!
Tired, tied to task, most wills expend as ciphers in some factory,
or jobless, friendless, on social skills depend meal wheels of industry.

From dawn to dusk husk men mark time imprisoned intellectually,
as tiny cogs flywheels attend - a terrifying sight to see.
Pensions devalued, most descend to penniless impotency,
health in tatters, wealth at end, as social superfluity.

Where Government sets our stipend to suit its sensitivity.
Why do annuities ascend? electoral necessity.
Should one question this and that? Ideals are incongruity
to uncommitted bureaucrat who kills with calm complacency.

Though Internet for change once whet our appetites, 'authority'
lies heavier than lead inset upon the space we'd trace as free.
Mass media most minds has fed with blatant mediocrity,
environment and climate bled by sub-committee potpourri.

The generations now instead of freedom find RFID
reduces categories read, teach each reach barred identity.
Respecting pensions, these are spread so thinly through life's lottery,
the turf is bogged, no thoroughbred may speed with legitimity.

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Hagar Shipley

Memories come
to harvest her days
Down through fallows
that somberly graze
The splendor tip tops
of the boondocks of youth
Etched in the silhouettes
of ghost with no truce
She stands always fighting
the odds of the house
Knowing home is never sweet
to the aged carcass
But a prison in waiting
to the dominoes of nature
Which she rebelled on the day
she was properly nurtured

In those ninety years dwelt,
she's no wise to sages
Indomitable spirit -
that broke the latch of patience
Kissing scoundrels in cars,
trading riches for new rags
Looking for someone to love
she can tear apart and slag
Then willow in the sands,
in the relics of beach combs
Telling tales to passing strangers
just to prove she's not alone
While reliving the life she made sure would never last
And failing to regret the prides of needles chance

In hospitals warmth,
machines count the beats
The palpitations linger
as fresh air retreats
Noble daughter, honest wife, cherished mother -sacrifice
Collapse to the truth invented by your dice
You seek atonement,
from the son you menace
But it's too late now;
he's impeached your credit
Stair now into the recess of the last page of the album
For now, it's too late, to make the earth your eden

poem by Kevin Patrick
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Loss of Guidance

Principles dismissed have sickened.
Minds unwinding from fixed disappearing values,
Can be found displayed on disrespecting streets.

People are seeking to emerge unscathed.
With questioned beliefs praised in prayers deceived.
Faith hypocrisized by lost virtues no one keeps!

Truth is dared and confronted in speech.
Those who speak it,
Are without influence that can be outreached.

And we as a people,
Have allowed humanity...
To be disregarded and impeached!

As accusations rise to blame our leaders,
For a loss of guidance...
Swept from underneath our feet,
With a greed that's left us weak.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is the Relevance?

Where is the relevance?
One once connected and applied,
To a life making more not less sense.
For those who believed...
There was something treasured,
We all had in common.

Where is the relevance?
To the multitude of debates...
Delivered by those 'practicing' their intelligence,
On the shoulders of folks...
With similar tastes,
Now heating collectively...
In an impatience observed,
And without question seen.

And told they must wait in anticipation...
For those in positions of leadership,
To decide the urgency of our fates!
Where is the relevance?

Eyes opened created the decadence.
Few slept through the entertainment done.
No one complained about the feeding of greed.
Or lifestyles that were shared by a choice few.
Not everyone!

So where is that relevance?
The one declared we all share,
But never there.
The relevance of standards and quality,
We all strived to reach!
That relevance lived by a few in exclusivity...
But from the rest of us impeached.

Where is the relevance?
Sought and now called upon all of us to seek!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Political Lullabyebye

We sway you left and right
And central boom
We care about your doom
Sway you left and right
And central boom
We care about your doom

We’re briberal lateral uni bi
Sing a historical lullabyebye

We preserve conserve reserve we serve
Preserve conserve reserve we serve
Driving along a deadly curve

We critically knit an enclytical web
High tide low tide ebb

We’re red and green blue and white
Bring you bread and flags and human right
Make you sleep in tune so sweet and high
La la la la la la lullabyebye

We’re demo nomo homo cratic
Socio eco natio ethic
Immuno communo anesthetic
Impeached induced lobo lobbies
Cherishing different hobbies

Ding dong clinging to tin tin tin
Prank filled up bottom top chin
Dingily dongily pin pin pin
Pin you bingo bang bang sin

We sway you left and right
And central boom
We care about your doom
Sway you left and right
And central boom
We care about your doom

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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