tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991864.post113716293726055101..comments2023-08-10T05:24:20.775-04:00Comments on Razing the Bar: Money, Power, Nobodies, and SomebodiesAndy Whitmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010130934552315074noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991864.post-1137193593271222402006-01-13T18:06:00.000-05:002006-01-13T18:06:00.000-05:00man, this is a good post. thank you for writing th...man, this is a good post. thank you for writing this.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13724389911456722864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991864.post-1137187876523702322006-01-13T16:31:00.000-05:002006-01-13T16:31:00.000-05:00To paraphrase one of the parables, from those to w...To paraphrase one of the parables, from those to whom much is given, much is expected. The somebodies are in some form of spotlight, large or small, and they're expected to perform. Otherwise, they become nobodies. So, Bono (who seems to enjoy being a somebody) uses his fame to shine a spotlight on the disease and poverty of Africa, while Trump continues to demonstrate buffoonery to whoever still cares, and Joe Nacchio, the former CEO of the company that screwed you, Andy, is headed for a perp walk to Club Fed. <BR/><BR/>Being somebody is a fearful thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991864.post-1137171111682902012006-01-13T11:51:00.000-05:002006-01-13T11:51:00.000-05:00and this too (I'm wearing an FIF shirt today)...Co...and this too (I'm wearing an FIF shirt today)...<BR/><BR/>Coke bottle glasses, <BR/>I'm sitting in the corner with my finger up my nose, <BR/>And my shoelaces untied again, <BR/>Another day of school with no friends. <BR/>A social outcast, <BR/>Two grades ahead in math,<BR/>with my highwater pants, <BR/>Giving meaning to pencil-necked-geek, <BR/>A dork or so to speak, tongue-in-cheek. <BR/><BR/>They're all sucker-punching me, <BR/>Get in line for a wedgie. <BR/>All I want and all I need, <BR/>Is someone who believes in me. <BR/><BR/>A song sung for underdogs,<BR/>for all the left out. <BR/>A flag flying for losers,<BR/>somewhere in the Heavens. <BR/>The God of ever-lasting comfort,<BR/>believed in me, <BR/>Loved me when I was faithless,<BR/>he still died for me. <BR/><BR/>Junior High schooler <BR/>With pencils in my pockets,<BR/>and my Trapper Keeper busted, <BR/>Spilling papers and books on the floor, <BR/>Not wanting seventh grade anymore. <BR/>Another class-clown, <BR/>Acting like a goof to be accepted by my peers, <BR/>Giving meaning to pencil-necked-geek, <BR/>a dork or so to speak, tongue in cheek. <BR/><BR/>They're all sucker-punching me, <BR/>Get in line for a wedgie. <BR/>All I want and all I need, <BR/>Is someone who believes in me. <BR/><BR/>A song sung for underdogs,<BR/>for all the left out. <BR/>A flag flying for losers,<BR/>somewhere in the Heavens. <BR/>The God of ever-lasting comfort,<BR/>believed in me, <BR/>Loved me when I was faithless,<BR/>he still died for-- <BR/><BR/>A song sung for underdogs,<BR/>for all the left out. <BR/>A flag flying for losers,<BR/>somewhere in the Heavens. <BR/>The God of ever-lasting comfort,<BR/>believed in me, <BR/>Loved me when I was faithless,<BR/>he still died for me.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.roperisdumb.com/rroper.html" REL="nofollow">Reese</A> | FIF | SuckerpunchAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991864.post-1137170959233575232006-01-13T11:49:00.000-05:002006-01-13T11:49:00.000-05:00somehow this is appropriate...Making young girls p...somehow this is appropriate...<BR/><BR/>Making young girls pine<BR/>I don’t have the time<BR/>Babies get in line<BR/>I’ve got a protractor<BR/>Got a stapler now<BR/>it goes “Ka-ching”<BR/>gotta have the math club crown me king<BR/>gotta rock the screen with the cosine graphing<BR/>on my calculator<BR/>If you’re up<BR/>and if you want<BR/>a piece of me<BR/>wave goodbye and blow a kiss<BR/>‘Cause you can’t handle this<BR/><BR/>Chorus:<BR/>No, No, No<BR/>you can’t handle this.<BR/><BR/>Through my glasses glare<BR/>you’ll see savoir faire<BR/>beneath my icy stare<BR/>I’ve got a retainer<BR/>Maybe I’m the physics main event<BR/>maybe I’m the chem club president<BR/>maybe even Texas Instruments<BR/>thinks that I’m coplanar<BR/>If you’re up<BR/>and if you want<BR/>a piece of me<BR/>wave goodbye and blow a kiss<BR/>‘Cause you can’t handle this<BR/><BR/>And Leonard Nemoy<BR/>can’t stand up to this<BR/>And Captain James T. Kirk<BR/>bows beneath my fists<BR/>And I am awesome<BR/>awesome<BR/>I am the awesomest<BR/><BR/><BR/>by Reese | FIF | You Can't Handle ThisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com