Commentary and analysis on New Jersey's expanded role in the Presidential Campaign
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80 plus year old George H.W. Bush recently jumped out of a plane in a virile display of parachuting. Who paid for that plane and for all those staff people with him?
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SILENCE AFTER DEATH
So it may be you choose to live Believing "all men lie," Better your own self to forgive: Believe it then--not I.
So you may say, "it´s politics, And all of them, like George, Engage in vile and dirty tricks, Nor none can hope to purge
Such nasty Willie Horton ads And such from the arena"-- But following the common fads I´ll not say makes you cleaner.
George Herbert Walker Bush was praised Because he was a slugger, Yet mud he slung yet still gets raised, Uniquely loathsome bugger.
He lives today with that old hag, An ugly soul´s companion, And in retirement he may brag His life as one Grand Canyon.
Elderly now, so you may feel That he has earned respect From likes of you--I say let peal Laughter not genuflect.
Life squandered ignominiously Although it outward seems To pass stress, strain and trouble free, But only in your dreams
Might augur for the health of soul: So fiercely I dispute it The world must shake from pole to pole And heaven would refute it.
When old George is at last laid down Midst ceremonious pomp, Then I will neither mourn nor clown, On grave nor dance nor stomp.
When dead he will be given then That measure of respect: Silence--as is befitting men When death doth souls collect.
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SILENCE AFTER DEATH
So it may be you choose to live
Believing "all men lie,"
Better your own self to forgive:
Believe it then--not I.
So you may say, "it´s politics,
And all of them, like George,
Engage in vile and dirty tricks,
Nor none can hope to purge
Such nasty Willie Horton ads
And such from the arena"--
But following the common fads
I´ll not say makes you cleaner.
George Herbert Walker Bush was praised
Because he was a slugger,
Yet mud he slung yet still gets raised,
Uniquely loathsome bugger.
He lives today with that old hag,
An ugly soul´s companion,
And in retirement he may brag
His life as one Grand Canyon.
Elderly now, so you may feel
That he has earned respect
From likes of you--I say let peal
Laughter not genuflect.
Life squandered ignominiously
Although it outward seems
To pass stress, strain and trouble free,
But only in your dreams
Might augur for the health of soul:
So fiercely I dispute it
The world must shake from pole to pole
And heaven would refute it.
When old George is at last laid down
Midst ceremonious pomp,
Then I will neither mourn nor clown,
On grave nor dance nor stomp.
When dead he will be given then
That measure of respect:
Silence--as is befitting men
When death doth souls collect.
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