Our president is just another dirty politician. Is he in it for the common good? No. He needs it for his ego. All the money and the power and the destruction gets him off. He just wants to watch us burn.
How good a politician would I be? I like to think I would be lousy at it. It doesn’t seem noble or complimentary. But I bet I am wrong. I bet would be pretty good. I just couldn’t do it day in and day out. Eventually, I would just throw up my hands, yell, “Whatever!” and move on to something less frustrating. Like my current job….oh, wait a minute…..
The evil politician grinned at the thought of his plans. First the state, then the country, and at last the world! It would all be his one day and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He may already be a millionaire, but he wanted more; he wanted it all!
How good a politician would I be? I like to think I would be lousy at it. It doesn’t seem noble or complimentary. But I bet I am wrong. I bet would be pretty good. I just couldn’t do it day in and day out. Eventually, I would just throw up my hands, yell, “Whatever!” and move on to something less frustrating.
He was a politician. Raised up on a pedestal that we put him on. We chose him to stand there above us. But he is not above the same faults that is found in us.
Why do I picture a man when I hear the word “politician”? Every time. I picture a lying, smiling, snake of a man with dead-shark eyes hidden under camera-friendly contacts. It seems unfair.
He tried to discreetly wipe the sweat from his palms onto the pocket of his Armani suit jacket. It stole his attention long enough to make him lose concentration. “Sir?” the reporter looked him in the face with her eyes wide in anticipation. He looked at the microphone staring him down. His next words would be on headlines across the globe. Everyone would know them tomorrow, but in this moment he had no idea what they would be.
i use to think i could be one. lies. from the pits of hell. never in a million years. just the thought of the photos that could leak would doom my campaign before it even got started. a bong you say? im sorry moderator—this was simply my feeble attempt at passing the peace–do forgive me.
A politician is supposed to be a person of great honor. Unfortunately, in today’s society, corruption stemming from power has swallowed up almost every bit of honor in politics today. Politicians today have no qualms about directly attacking their opponents.
Unfortunately, politician has become a dirty word in our life. How low will they go to use and abuse the people of this country? They have no feelings of shame or remorse. No feelings of the affects on the people who they demand to do their bidding. Give us more money, give us more of your selves, now, or suffer the consequences. There is no end to their bottomless pit of greed.
Give the people what they want, was always Harry Brewer’s motto. And being a sheriff during the noble experiment, he knew people wanted alcohol.
If he was to be reelected (and oh, he was going to be reelected, absolute power, in a manner of speaking), he was going to have to grease a few squeaky wheels. It was all about politics.
i use to think i could be one. lies. from the pits of hell. never in a million year. just the thought of the photos that could leak would doom my campaign before it even got started. a bong you say? im sorry moderator—this was simply my feeble attempt at passing the peace–do forgive me.
Politician. I’ve always wondered if I could be a politician. I’m not sure. I mean, I’m definitely good at seeing both sides of an issue, but I don’t know if I’d be good at making huge promises to gain a following, only to break them later to save face. Plus, I don’t trust most of them….
He wasn’t one of those sleezy politicians you hear about in the news. the kind that cheat on their wives at the tip of the hat. He was a genuinly good guy, he wanted to be in office to help the town
Rude and conceited, is what they are. What supposed to be an icon for Democracy and a leader is often a selfish person with a ton of control. Not right. Justice. So much room for change.
I never understood the desire to be a politician. Who’d want this job? I guess power hungry individuals who look for possible gain at every opportunity.
He grew up as a man with one ambition: political life. He died as a man with one regret: political life. The difference between what we sometimes want and the regrets of the things we have is not perhaps found in unexpected salaries or work conditions, but rather, in the fact that our ideals are sometimes best fulfilled in professions we have not thought of yet–and are compromised in facade professions we never really were meant for.
Yuck! That’s the first thing that comes to mind when I hear, read, or see this word. I view them as dishonest people. They used to serve our country and the people’s needs. Now they serve themselves and the elite in their circles. YUCK!
A person with amazing pr skills but possibly an absolute twat. Most of the time. Somebody who puts himself in a position where it is quite impossible not to be corrupted.
Politicien… hahaha
Vous, mes chers, décomposer mes valeurs pour composer votre société. Vous vous jouez de nos êtres de notre territoire. Ais-je par nos insinuez votre? Qui sait. Vous détenez nos moyens de sécurité pour le peuple et l’utiliser pour faire du profilage politique. Vive la révolution. Vive les peuples vif d’esprit qui réfléchissent et qui veulent. Qui se lève et qui parle. ”On a mit quelqu’un au monde on devrait peut-être l’écouter”.
That politician does not move from his heart. He is stuck in his mind! When, oh when will we live in a world where there is a balance of masculine and feminine in the political sphere? When there is love in decision making?
The politician sits alone,
The worries of the evening have unfolded on his desk,
Midnight,
He hasn’t thought clearly since ten.
Bound by the secrets he’s told to keep,
He slips his hand into his jacket,
Revealing the most precious one of all,
The pen that could make the country fall.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph…” It was a soft uttering, but one filled with anger and hatred. The news flashed across the TV screen in skips and stutters, bottle blondes and celebrity gossip. Superficial banter and light discussion on the string of murders from this summer. Nothing like a pretty face and vague licentious backchat to soften the blow.
He said he was a politician, and everyone moved their chairs away from him. It wasn’t intended to be insulting; it was just some sort of instinctive reaction. It would have been the same had he said “lawyer” or “serial killer.” Pretty much all the same thing in some people’s minds.
A person that cares only about his own interests. They pretend to care for the people, but the truth is they don’t. They have the gift of a silver tongue, they will lie and cheat their way into power with false promises. Once they get what they want all of their promises seem to just vanish into thin air.
A politician is a cruel man. He is one who conquers for their own selfish gain. Saying it is for the people when really it is just for himself. Never caring of the consequences of his actions unless the involve the down fall of himself or the uplifting of himself.
A politician is a cruel man. One who conquers for their own selfish gain. Saying it is for the people when really it is just for himself. Never caring of the consequences of his actions unless the involve the down fall of himself or the uplifting of himself.
Our president is just another dirty politician. Is he in it for the common good? No. He needs it for his ego. All the money and the power and the destruction gets him off. He just wants to watch us burn.
How good a politician would I be? I like to think I would be lousy at it. It doesn’t seem noble or complimentary. But I bet I am wrong. I bet would be pretty good. I just couldn’t do it day in and day out. Eventually, I would just throw up my hands, yell, “Whatever!” and move on to something less frustrating. Like my current job….oh, wait a minute…..
The evil politician grinned at the thought of his plans. First the state, then the country, and at last the world! It would all be his one day and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He may already be a millionaire, but he wanted more; he wanted it all!
How good a politician would I be? I like to think I would be lousy at it. It doesn’t seem noble or complimentary. But I bet I am wrong. I bet would be pretty good. I just couldn’t do it day in and day out. Eventually, I would just throw up my hands, yell, “Whatever!” and move on to something less frustrating.
He was a politician. Raised up on a pedestal that we put him on. We chose him to stand there above us. But he is not above the same faults that is found in us.
A sneaklishly devilish bastard. He smiled at me and waved, but we all looking in disdain. I know what he’s thinking.
politicans are said to be scandolous beings. But aren’t we all the same? Aren’t we all just flawed?
Why do I picture a man when I hear the word “politician”? Every time. I picture a lying, smiling, snake of a man with dead-shark eyes hidden under camera-friendly contacts. It seems unfair.
He kissed baby’s cheek
with a wink to the mother.
Will she vote for me?
a man or a woman who creates solutions for the country. he or she can be from a politic group.
He tried to discreetly wipe the sweat from his palms onto the pocket of his Armani suit jacket. It stole his attention long enough to make him lose concentration. “Sir?” the reporter looked him in the face with her eyes wide in anticipation. He looked at the microphone staring him down. His next words would be on headlines across the globe. Everyone would know them tomorrow, but in this moment he had no idea what they would be.
i use to think i could be one. lies. from the pits of hell. never in a million years. just the thought of the photos that could leak would doom my campaign before it even got started. a bong you say? im sorry moderator—this was simply my feeble attempt at passing the peace–do forgive me.
A politician is supposed to be a person of great honor. Unfortunately, in today’s society, corruption stemming from power has swallowed up almost every bit of honor in politics today. Politicians today have no qualms about directly attacking their opponents.
It was a crooked sort of thing, most people said. He’s a goner, a wanderer, one that doesn’t protect those he cares about–country, family, life, love.
I couldn’t take it any longer.
The flag bellowed at me like its stars were bore into my back.
A flag that I’d sworn under.
A politician, they had said, a crooked one at that.
I’d let them down.
I took the fall.
I swallowed my sorrows, my pride, and then I swallowed the bullet.
Unfortunately, politician has become a dirty word in our life. How low will they go to use and abuse the people of this country? They have no feelings of shame or remorse. No feelings of the affects on the people who they demand to do their bidding. Give us more money, give us more of your selves, now, or suffer the consequences. There is no end to their bottomless pit of greed.
Give the people what they want, was always Harry Brewer’s motto. And being a sheriff during the noble experiment, he knew people wanted alcohol.
If he was to be reelected (and oh, he was going to be reelected, absolute power, in a manner of speaking), he was going to have to grease a few squeaky wheels. It was all about politics.
i use to think i could be one. lies. from the pits of hell. never in a million year. just the thought of the photos that could leak would doom my campaign before it even got started. a bong you say? im sorry moderator—this was simply my feeble attempt at passing the peace–do forgive me.
fake
immoral
rich
family
red
world
sunlight
sex
blowjob
stripes
hate
love
money
wife
dog
whitehouse
ballet
cock
refridgerator
Politician. I’ve always wondered if I could be a politician. I’m not sure. I mean, I’m definitely good at seeing both sides of an issue, but I don’t know if I’d be good at making huge promises to gain a following, only to break them later to save face. Plus, I don’t trust most of them….
He wasn’t one of those sleezy politicians you hear about in the news. the kind that cheat on their wives at the tip of the hat. He was a genuinly good guy, he wanted to be in office to help the town
When you look at the world around us, doesn’t that say it all?
I just can’t stand the facade.
Corrupt. Money. Phacade. American dreams. Society. Democratic. Republican. Dependence. Followers. Robots. Brainwashed.
Who am I? Big Money. I tell politicians what to do. Sometimes, though, their decisions go beyond my reach. True Justice strong armed me and won.
Rude and conceited, is what they are. What supposed to be an icon for Democracy and a leader is often a selfish person with a ton of control. Not right. Justice. So much room for change.
I never understood the desire to be a politician. Who’d want this job? I guess power hungry individuals who look for possible gain at every opportunity.
He grew up as a man with one ambition: political life. He died as a man with one regret: political life. The difference between what we sometimes want and the regrets of the things we have is not perhaps found in unexpected salaries or work conditions, but rather, in the fact that our ideals are sometimes best fulfilled in professions we have not thought of yet–and are compromised in facade professions we never really were meant for.
One word for Politician — Unmentionable.
Yuck! That’s the first thing that comes to mind when I hear, read, or see this word. I view them as dishonest people. They used to serve our country and the people’s needs. Now they serve themselves and the elite in their circles. YUCK!
A person with amazing pr skills but possibly an absolute twat. Most of the time. Somebody who puts himself in a position where it is quite impossible not to be corrupted.
Politicien… hahaha
Vous, mes chers, décomposer mes valeurs pour composer votre société. Vous vous jouez de nos êtres de notre territoire. Ais-je par nos insinuez votre? Qui sait. Vous détenez nos moyens de sécurité pour le peuple et l’utiliser pour faire du profilage politique. Vive la révolution. Vive les peuples vif d’esprit qui réfléchissent et qui veulent. Qui se lève et qui parle. ”On a mit quelqu’un au monde on devrait peut-être l’écouter”.
That politician does not move from his heart. He is stuck in his mind! When, oh when will we live in a world where there is a balance of masculine and feminine in the political sphere? When there is love in decision making?
The politician sits alone,
The worries of the evening have unfolded on his desk,
Midnight,
He hasn’t thought clearly since ten.
Bound by the secrets he’s told to keep,
He slips his hand into his jacket,
Revealing the most precious one of all,
The pen that could make the country fall.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph…” It was a soft uttering, but one filled with anger and hatred. The news flashed across the TV screen in skips and stutters, bottle blondes and celebrity gossip. Superficial banter and light discussion on the string of murders from this summer. Nothing like a pretty face and vague licentious backchat to soften the blow.
bible thumping liar.
As my interest in politics grew, my love of people faded. Everyone is a politician and frankly I am sick of listening. I vote naay to all of it.
He said he was a politician, and everyone moved their chairs away from him. It wasn’t intended to be insulting; it was just some sort of instinctive reaction. It would have been the same had he said “lawyer” or “serial killer.” Pretty much all the same thing in some people’s minds.
A person that cares only about his own interests. They pretend to care for the people, but the truth is they don’t. They have the gift of a silver tongue, they will lie and cheat their way into power with false promises. Once they get what they want all of their promises seem to just vanish into thin air.
A politician is a cruel man. He is one who conquers for their own selfish gain. Saying it is for the people when really it is just for himself. Never caring of the consequences of his actions unless the involve the down fall of himself or the uplifting of himself.
stuffy, fluffy, not too trusty, ego freak-o, likes to be seen
A politician is a cruel man. One who conquers for their own selfish gain. Saying it is for the people when really it is just for himself. Never caring of the consequences of his actions unless the involve the down fall of himself or the uplifting of himself.