letter and science
dissect-able fraud in statements as advertised to the press
abuse's of power by poor people to create recession
this is underpinning the news
to prefect the crime knowingly able to.....
post rebuttal after the word of crime is witnessed
public relations
public policy
political relations
Damage control for a politician is the response to bad press. It often takes the form of a press conference or news release that rebuts or provides a positive spin regarding the original bad press. It can be a significant part of a political staff and is often referred to as the Crisis Management Team. Damage control is also we a politician is playing defence in the political arena
from a non profitable transaction being a representative in government and out front of a church in tax certification of tax shelter
these crimes are pivot points from a non free speech
all of this investigative journalism finds this pattern of corruption in time
I cherish every moment
I spend with you today.
I cherish every memory
You have given along the way.
I cherish every story
Even the ones you shouldn’t say.
I cherish every tear you cry
As you remember the good ole days.
I cherish every step you take
As you stumble and make your way.
I cherish every sacrifice
You’ve made for us today.
And when God says your time is up
And in heaven you will stay
I’ll remember all these moments,
I’ll remember every day.
I’ll remember all the stories,
I’ll remember what you say.
I’ll remember what you sacrificed,
To be with us today.
Poems By J S Eaton
Heat a little nagging thought
and throw it in the pot.
Mix it well with several words,
the ones you use a lot.
Add a little common sense
to spice it up a bit
then let it simmer gently
until the words all fit.
If it seems a little thin
then thicken it with rhyme
until it flows quite smoothly
as you cook up each line.
Then put in personality
to show who was the chef
and hope that your new Poetry Soup
is not an Eaton Mess!
I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
at Eaton Road,where he+Gran dwelt,
a wide thick trouser buckled belt
no collar,braces+rolled-up shirt sleeve
He kept hens at the bottom of his patch
his soldier's back now bent to stoop,
collecting eggs from his home-coop,
each day letting them out to root+scratch
Organically grown,fed as range free
a pullet killed as a Christmas treat
each day a fresh egg for dinner or tea
Old-fashioned,a bit of a tartar,
far-off days..Gran was his domestic martyr
I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
At Eaton Road,where he & Gran dwelt;
A wide thick buckled trouser belt,
No collar,braces & rolledup shirt sleeve.
He kept hens at the bottom of his patch
His old soldier' straight back bent in a stoop,
Collecting eggs from his home-made coop,
Each day letting them out to root & scratch.
Organically grown,fed as range free
A pullet killed as a Christmas treat
Plucking feathers,a now forgotten feat,
Each day,a fresh egg for breakfast or tea.
Old fashioned and a bit of a tartar
His ways made Gran into a domestic martyr.
In Knotty Ash where magic lived
The trolley runs all day
The pillbox on the corner stands
Five flagstone from the bus stop
Outside the News and sweetshop door
The start of Eaton Road
The next left down East Prescot Road
Woodbourne winds around the back
An’ up above the nex las shop
Was where we ‘ad ar flat
The front door opened to the street
then straight up stair at that
With a landin’ an’ two bedrooms
With winders to the street
But if y’stepped two steps straight on
Past the bathroom door
You’d be in the famly
Dinin’ Livin’ Parlor Room
We called ar ‘appy ‘ome
With not much left but kitchinette
An’ veranda to stair down
The back garden had a shelter
Left over from the war
And three brick walls for climbin’ on
With a big door for the tea shop
And a single that was ar’s
Lookin’ back it was n’ much
But back then it was ‘eaven
Ethan Alan Eaton ate an earthworm,
So, Ethan Alan's sister Sybel said.
But little Ethan Alan doesn't talk, yet;
So he just sucked his thumb and burped, instead.