It's tragic that fame is denied to the needy,
Who need it like butter or insulin doses.
They lay on the dishes and crumbs on their bedding
And talk to their teevees, their dogs; to the ceilings
That smile—just a crack—while the mysteries crackle
On speakers and screens. There's an orphan on crutches;
Diseased, she has patrons who watch from a distance
By camera—they fear her contagion and money
By wire should relieve her worst symptoms—and millions
Of people are watching her limp and they're cheering.
So buck up, there's someone who's worse-off than losers
Like you; so just hide in your blankets and order
A pizza and cry in your pillow; for someday
They'll broadcast your filth to the world and they'll shower
Upon you that glorious pity you wanted.
“"And here (Europe) they're not obsessed with age and weight. Here actresses can work for many years. In America you can be a great actress and have no work by the time you're 40. This is a tragedy, so I don't want to live this tragedy."”
– Daily Dish, SFGate.com, August 13, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/dailydish/detail?entry_id=70106
“Few things would say "the beaches are back" like President Obama tearing off his shirt and running into the surf at Panama City, Fla., during a brief vacation swing to the oil-spill-harassed Gulf Coast Saturday. ”
– Patrik Jonsson, The Christian Science Monitor, August 14, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Politics/2010/0814/Obama-s-Florida-trip-With-BP-oil-spill-receding-time-for-a-swim
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