November 28, 2005
Corruption Prevails Within Republican Party, Again!
California congressman Randy Cunningham pleaded guilty Monday to conspiracy and tax charges shortly before resigning. He admitted he took $2.4 Million in bribes! Cunningham entered pleas in U. S. District Court to charges of conspiracy to commit bribery, mail fraud, wire fraud, and tax evasion.
Cunningham is an eight-term Republican congressman. He was currently serving as chairman of the House Intelligence subcommittee on terrorism and human intelligence. Human intelligence! How ironic.
In a statement, prosecutors said Cunningham admitted to receiving at least $2.4 million in bribes paid to him by several conspirators through a variety of methods, including checks totaling over $1 million, cash, rugs, antiques, furniture, yacht club fees and vacations.
Cunningham's pleas came amid a series of GOP scandals. Rep. Tom DeLay of Texas had to step down as majority leader after he was indicted in a campaign finance case; a stock sale by Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist is being looked at by regulators; and Vice President Dick Cheney's chief of staff was indicted in the CIA leak case.
The Republican Party has such a fantastic leader, who only chooses to lead by example. Wait, the problem is now clear to me! Republicans, I recommend you start packing up your bags.
November 25, 2005
A Rose Without Thorns
A Rose Without Thorns
Eyes wide shut, I imagine love without spike
They speak of the impossibilities of finding perfection
I nearly conformed
Thinking the Rose is the only Delegate to Love
Love remains Conditional
I experienced the Sting from the Thorns
Touching the Tenderness of the Petals
The throbbing remained, despite Beauty
The Petals wilted with the change
Beauty remains from a distance
I stepped away from the Rose Garden only to find you
Itís perfection with no Thorns
Your ideal beauty is undiscovered, just like the Best is
You are the Delegate to Love
My Love is Unconditional
November 8, 2005
Tonight I'm Dreaming
Tonight Iím Dreaming
I ponder the distance to the closest star
My eyes shut, I look up for the brightest
I found you
I wonder if you see the constellation I organized outside your window
Your shade blinds the light
You keep dreaming, leaving me conscious
The morning arrives
You disappear until my next reverie
Iím left wondering if you see the same stars I see
Posted by ande4192 at 2:02 AM