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Showing posts with label drunks at the wheel. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Reckless Jailbreak [Today's News Poem, December 23, 2010]

Reckless Jailbreak [Today's News Poem, December 23, 2010]

What's innocence, but ignorance? And ignorance?
Excuse, when no excuse will do before the law.
A checklist of vices to speed you to prison:
It looks like your house; but it's smaller, with psychos.
Drink while you're able: go arson, go raping;
Piss on a statue or drive while you're wasted
At night—who needs a reason; fleeing's feeling light
Enough to lose one's head and crack a cap to drink
Away the loss—there's so much loss. The billboard angels laugh,
The ship they painted on your bottle sails, and headlights loom
Ahead but lonely like yourself they seek the outer light
And intersect your path—they surely share your bitterness.

"After two hours of wrenching, tear-filled pleas for both maximum justice and mercy, the man convicted of murder in the drunk-driving crash that killed Angels pitcher Nick Adenhart and two friends was sentenced Wednesday to 51 years to life in prison."
—Mike Anton, Los Angeles Times, December 23, 2010
http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-1223-adenhart-sentencing-20101223,0,968080.story

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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Plankton Bloom [Today's News Poem, June 30, 2010]

Plankton Bloom [Today's News Poem, June 30, 2010]

Earnings are sport; just a game on the screen.
Wealth is the score and the players are meat.
Markets determine the price of a bean,
Residue running from acre to ocean;
Where plankton will bloom
And choke out the fish:
An oily wound plumes
In petri gulf dish.

Drunken suspenders are typing by dark,
Networks of millions are trading their points;
Feeding the creatures that dine on the spark
Arbitrage sends in a wire through computers—
With cables for nerves
And motorized arms,
A camera eye serves
To watch as we farm.

“By 10am it emerged that Mr Perkins had single-handedly moved the global price of oil to an eight-month high during a "drunken blackout". Prices leapt by more than $1.50 a barrel in under half an hour at around 2am – the kind of sharp swing caused by events of geo-political significance. Ten times the usual volume of futures contracts changed hands in just one hour... The FSA will consider re-approving him as a broker after the ban, if he has recovered from his alcohol problem, but noted "Mr Perkins poses an extreme risk to the market when drunk".”
– Rowena Mason, The Telegraph, 5:45AM BST 30 Jun 2010
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/newsbysector/energy/oilandgas/7862246/How-a-broker-spent-520m-in-a-drunken-stupor-and-moved-the-global-oil-price.html



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