The future of the nation was hanging by a chad.
Michael Whouley: I love Warren Christopher, but I think the guys so tight he probably eats his M&Ms; with a knife and fork.
Ron Klain: How hard is it to punch a paper ballot?::Michael Whouley: It's pretty God damn hard when you're eighty something years old, you're arthritic, and you're blind as a fucking bat. Unfortunately for us, blind fucking bats tend to vote Democratic.
Michael Whouley: Now it's time to prove to Al Gore who the real Ron fucking Klain really is. It's time to show Al Gore that Ron Klain is a fucking brawler and he's not going to back down from this particular fucking fight.::Ron Klain: Anyone ever tell you you say "fuck" a lot?
David Boies: [holds up bag of red m&m;'s] I'm only eating the red ones today.
Ron Klain: The plural of "chad" is "chad"?
Michael Whouley: [on the phone to Ron] I think the networks have got the wrong numbers. We're still alive.
Michael Whouley: There's a hundred and thirty five thousand ballots out there whose counting machines have declared non votes.
James Baker: Now listen people, this is a street fight for the presidency of the United States.
Michael Whouley: [to Ron] Whoever stops fighting first always loses.
Ron Klain: Every vote from every citizen deserves to be counted.
Tom Tit Tot: Hi Max!
Fetch: You're going down!
Worm: Well, I'm not all bad.
Lord Dagda: BAAH!
Lord Dagda: Where is Fetch? I need Fetch. Fetch? Fetch! FEEEEEEEETTTTTCCCCCHHHH!
Crimbil: My name's Crimbel, with a 'C'.::Maxwell Majeck: Oh, my name's Max, with an 'M'.::Crimbil: Duh, I already know that, you've been giving me snacks for the past two weeks, man!
Max's Dad: Max, I know Crimbil's your friend and all, but won't the kids at school make fun of you more if you act like you talk to him?::Maxwell Majeck: But dad, I do talk to him.
Lord Dagda: Then why do you interrupt me?
Fyoon: Raised by Druid Priestesses.
Lord Dagda: Answers, I want answers! I want that kingdom!
Food is any substance consumed to provide nutritional support for the body. It is usually of plant or animal origin, and contains essential nutrients, such as carbohydrates, fats, proteins, vitamins, or minerals. The substance is ingested by an organism and assimilated by the organism's cells in an effort to produce energy, maintain life, or stimulate growth.
Historically, people secured food through two methods: hunting and gathering, and agriculture. Today, most of the food energy consumed by the world population is supplied by the food industry.
Food safety and food security are monitored by agencies like the International Association for Food Protection, World Resources Institute, World Food Programme, Food and Agriculture Organization, and International Food Information Council. They address issues such as sustainability, biological diversity, climate change, nutritional economics, population growth, water supply, and access to food.
The right to food is a human right derived from the International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights (ICESCR), recognizing the "right to an adequate standard of living, including adequate food", as well as the "fundamental right to be free from hunger".
Sarah Carey is a former Esat Telecom employee and former columnist for The Sunday Timesand The Irish Times. She is currently a radio presenter on Newstalk and has presented for TV3. She resigned from The Irish Times in March 2011 after an appearance on national television during which she defended leaking information from the Moriarty Tribunal about political donations from Denis O'Brien to Irish political parties.
Carey has a degree in History from Trinity College, Dublin and a post-graduate diploma in Business Studies from the Michael Smurfit Business School in University College Dublin. She has performed freelance PR/marketing work for a number of companies and the political party Fine Gael. She has also worked for Esat Digifone.
In 2002, she began writing the blog GUBU, "An Irish woman’s social, political and domestic commentary". Then Sunday Times Irish Editor Fiona McHugh, offered Carey a column after reading the blog. The Sunday Times column ended when she started writing a weekly opinion column for The Irish Times in 2008. The blog also ended in 2008.
In the Street is an album by the Village People featuring the return of its original lead singer Victor Willis. Ray Simpson who had replaced Willis is featured on two songs on the album (Everybody Loves the Funk, Radio Freak). The G.I. Alex Briley also sings lead on one song (Lonely Lady). The album also featured a bonus track (America) with Miles Jaye who replaced Ray Simpson, on lead. Fox on the Box and In the Street contain the same songs, except In the Street features a bonus track (America) by Miles Jaye. Fox on the Box was released by RCA Records in 1982 and In the Street by Casablanca Records a year later.
How people hold their breath
Keep it in, waitin' for a sign
Can't let it out till none is left
And night comes on and the moon is high
We are here, you and I, just in time,
To tell a fire tell a secret, here's mine
I was scared, terrified, of the lines
That I might forget to sing to you tonight
There will never be another day for us to be purpose
I'll follow your lead, together, and we'll forever be
We'll forever be
How people lose their step
Tryna find their way in troubled times
Holding on till promise's kept
Let's go down, and my heart is blind
We are here, you and I, just in time,
To tell a fire tell a secret, here's mine
I was scared, terrified, of the lines
That I might forget to sing to you tonight
There will never be another day for us to be purpose
I'll follow your lead, together, and we'll forever be
We'll forever be
There will never be another day for us to be purpose
I'll follow your lead, together, and we'll forever be
We'll forever be
There will never be another day for us to be purpose
I'll follow your lead, together, and we'll forever be
We'll forever be
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I get to wonderin', brainstormin' and thunder
And lightning and rain, inside of the mind of D. Swain
Inside of the mind of a changed man
A little deranged at times, but otherwise a sane man
Dang man, I've been on the path to success
For so long, I feel like I'm the last to be next
But hold on, I see a signpost ahead
That says 'turn around', I can't leave my hopes for dead
I'm too throwed in the game to just throw it away
If I quit now, my dreams'll go tip-toeing away
I've gotta find my destination sooner or later
A true innovator is what I wanna be known as
But to get to the top, it's gonna take my own ass
To blow past these low-class jealous mome raths, yeah
And say everything that I have to say
I'm trying to find my destination, better grab ya plates
This is the F.O.O.D.
[Chorus: scratches by Danny]
[Common:] "It's the...it's the food, baby"
[Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..."
[Mos Def:] "You know the...you know the...you know the deal...deal"
[Jay-Z:] "...but I scrape the plate...the plate...the plate"
[Common:] "It's the...it's the food, baby"
[Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..."
[Mos Def:] "You know the...you know the...you know the deal...deal"
[Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..."
[Verse 2:]
Regrets cloudin' my future, hit rewind
Like layin' in a bed of cow manure, I got shit on my mind
Grittin' and grindin' for my moment in the sun
But my hopes are stunted; how am I supposed to get it done?
Whoever said that strugglin' was easy
Probably never had the luxury of hustlin' or being chased
I swear to God they tryin' to change my fate
An appetite for success so I scrape the plate
I grab a bite, so I guess I gotta wait for the date
That I get to where I need to be
Compare the recent me, to the me of times past
I could've easily sold my soul to the wine glass
And even though I might crash, I'm still drivin' down this bright path
Thoughts leaking from my pen, hope I write fast enough
To be an outcast is tough
I'm flyin' solo with a bag full of stuff
Nigga that's what's up
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less travelled
I'm patient so that's one less hassle
If I dream it, I can live it
I've seen the light with vivid imagery
I need to write with fits of energy
But it's hard tryin' to get where I'm goin'
Without a hint or an omen
It's too late to turn around
Perseverance, gotta learn it now
But I'm stubborn how
Am I supposed to survive this rollercoaster hurtlin' to the ground?
I've heard the sound of naysayers
Yes-men, and all of the rest tend to follow 'em
I could get hurt by all the jokes and stares
Smoke and mirrors, I'm chokin' but I'm almost there
Almost clear, the reason why I've suffered for years
I'm glad I started down this road to my own career
I'm never full from all the F.O.O.D. I ate
I'm on the road to be a true rhyme great
This is the muthafuckin' F.O.O.D.
We're gonna get some food in the house tonight
Get some food in the house tonight
We're gonna get some food in the house tonight
Get some food in the house
For to starve is to hate is to kill is to sin
Better love's on your plate get your fill and dig in
We're gonna get some food in the house tonight
Get some food in the house tonight
We're gonna get some food in the house tonight
Get some food in the house
Hell is strife and confusion be frightened or fine
Well if life's an illusion we might as well dine
We're gonna get some food in the house tonight
Get some food in the house tonight
We're gonna get some food in the house tonight
Get some food in the house
We're gonna get some food on the table tonight
Get some food on the table tonight
We're gonna get some food on the table tonight
Get some food in the house
Well now we're feeling full in the house tonight
Feeling full in the house tonight
Oh yeah we're feeling full in the house tonight
Feeling full in the house
We're gonna go to sleep in the house tonight
Go to sleep in the house tonight
We're gonna go to sleep in the house tonight
Food!! I'm looking for food! Nightly strolls turn me on,
looking for food.
[Chorus]
Evil tales of abbattoir, butchers of human meat.
Stabbing my victims to fullfill their every need.
Systematic death, mutilated gore. Bodies ripped apart,
all you do is scream for more.
Grab her from behind, taking my knife I slit her throat.
Stick it deep, I carve away, total erect she is my prey.
[Chorus]
Taking home the silent stump, to broil and blaze for my
fucking lunch. Clean and cut to perfect chuncks,
butchered and froze, food for a mouth. Her sweet ass I
use for stew. Silent stump, broil and blaze. Butchered
and froze to perfect chuncks. Food for a month. Her sweet
If food is the staff of life,
should there be famine, wars and strifes?
For like the ant should man proceed
to fulfill his want and need.
And that is food!
And without it you're in a devastating mood.
Oh yes that's food.
You better treat it like you know you should.
And that is food.
And without it you're in a mal nutritious mood.
Oh yes that's food.
You better treat it like you know you should.
You better give it just as much as you could.
It bread is for man to eat,
why should he die from lack of meat?
For in the multitude of wine and laughter
he's suffering from hunger.
From want for food!
Now don't forget the Ethiopians,
their afflictions should the world take a lesson from.
For if today is for them then tomorrow is for us
for in arms do we put our trust.
Your love is like greasy fried noodles
Instantly gratifying - makes me want to come back for more
You fill me up and I'm hungry an hour later
Got to have another serving - give me a sweet encore
Come on over for some barbequed pork
I want to get you on my fork and then I'm gonna swallow you whole
Want to baste you on both sides get you nice and tender
Want you to melt in my mouth - give me a sensory overload
Ring the dinner bell, I'm starving to death
Ring the dinner bell, I'm starving to death
Sometimes you're a little like shake and bake chicken
A little hard on the outside but so soft within
I bite through your coating and you ooze all over me
I feel just like a pig with your juice running down my chin
Ring the dinner bell, I'm starving to death
Ring the dinner bell, I'm starving to death
For dessert how about a nice piece of your cherry pie
With some whipped cream on it, that would taste so unreal
After we're done I see you sucking on a cigarette
You know there's nothing like a smoke after a good hearty meal
Ring the dinner bell, I'm starving to death
Food,
Rah ma bellys hurtin me man
Food,
I'm hungry I want some,
Food,
I'm hungry and I want some flippin food,
Food,
I want some kebab rude boy,
As soon as I step foot in the shop,
I know that I don't know what I want,
Chicken donna, cofty kebab or a lamb shish or a mixd speshul,
Sometimez I get a cofty or some next one I can't say properly,
I'm so hungry I'm bitin' ma lips,
Flippin' hell jus get a portion of chips,
Blud that's too much salt on ma chips,
I've been bitin ma lips are u fik it stings,
I've lost ma appetite lickin' da salt off ma lips,
Throw da chips in da bin,
Normal, walk out da shop,
Don't forget 2 say fankyu boss
(Ey safe safe)
Walk to ma yard
As soon as I land
Go find a toilet and jam
Food,
Don't you love it when you get some real good
Food,
Not going out on street and eating all of dat junk
Food,
All dat take- away and all of dat shit
Food,
I want some mac d'z
McDonalds!
So I pull up at da drive thru,
They like to call it the McDrive,
I'm waitin there for my food
The lady comes I look in her eyes
I yo, den I start bussin up
At da drive thru I always joke
I ask for a large orange coke
Or sometimes I ask for a small large fries,
(Some chips)
I'm in ma early 20's pushin da wip buh I'm payin in pennies
When you get burgers always check em,
I eat burgers in 15 seconds
Ketchup all over ma face
Secime seeds all ova da place
And if dat wasn't enough to spoil it,
Go home spend two days on the toilet.
Food,
Come home and eat some of dat good
Food,
After you've been out on road, shottin da
Food,
Come and get a big munch,
Munch dat food,
On a eedioit ting rude boy,
Nah man,
I ain't got no pees today so I sit in ma yard and check myspace,
As for usual my belly rumbles
Here comes mum to save da day
I say good after noon
Fix my face,
Den ask mum to fix me a plate
Be polite,
If she's in good mood,
Den I know I'll get some of dat good food,
Rice, plantain buh no acky
I'm nigerian I deal with shaky
Truss me it mite not sound nice,
But I'll boxdat back with brown rice
I ain't on hyp ting eiva
I'll wash it don't wiv a glass of water
And when I fill up my tummy
Don't forget to say fankyu mummy
(Fanks mum, fanks mum)
Food,
Good food,
(Good food)
I come home, you're sitting in the dark, you've done nothing all day but
Get ready
And the way you look and the way you smell it makes a girl
Go heady
Now you're spread out on the table, mmmm, what a thrill
I'm gonna go at you 'till I've had my fill
Love inspires love songs, and I've penned one or two
Here's one for you, baby, and it's long overdue
This is a song for you, food
You're hot, you're cold, you're always in the mood
So glad to see me you don't cop an attitude
You know what I like - food
Food, I am so sorry that I never deigned to thank you for all that you've been
It's been you when I'm sad, you when I'm lonely
It's been you through thick and through thin
And when my heart broke so bad that I thought I should have died
You took the saving form of something deep-fried
And when I was a pimple loser, back in seventh grade
All my friends abandoned me, but you stayed
This is a song for you, food
You're hot, you're cold, you're always in the mood
So glad to see me you don't cop an attitude
You know what I like - food
Those ladies on their StairMaster and stationary bike
Well it looks to me like they're all on some sort of hunger strike
It's a tragic ticking time bomb, you know one's gonna go nuts
A hostage situation, binging at a Dunkin' Donuts
But it's okay, it's just a phase, they'll be back for sure
'Cause I myself have tried to leave you, so many times before
(food rap)
I've been so unfaithful, but you always took me in
Food, I'm going back to you and I ain't never going away again
Food, fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-food
Just four things keep me from being thinner
Breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner
But I'll be just fine in a nuclear winter
Kate Moss will die
And if we're in a plane crash and might have to eat each other
You'll look at my thighs and your heart will start to flutter
They've been crafted for years by pancakes and butter
Mmm mmm mmm
I love ya Twinkie! I love ya pot pie!
Strudel, man you rock!
Fondue, what can I say? You're food on a stick.
You're dipped in chocolate or cheese.
No human being on earth can give me that kind of pleasure. None.
Hamburgers, cheeseburgers, spaghetti, rice,
French fried potatoes and gulash. (Ooooh.)
Eggs over easy, asparagus spears,
Hot dogs and baked beans and sauerkraut.
Black-bottomed mushrooms and chicken pot pie,
Pink lemonade on the fourth of July.
[Sounds of firecrackers popping.]
[Pitch pipe sounds a note.]
(But there's one thing that we'd,)
(Gladly doff our shells for,)
(So we present our recipe,)
(And wish you well, for...)
(...we'll take,)
Two thirds cups of flour,
A teaspoon full of salt,
A quarter pound of butter,
Add an egg and blend it out.
Two squares of dark chocolate,
Walnuts, pot and sugar,
A teaspoon of bakin' powder,
Thirty minutes in the heat and it's over.
Tea biscuits, tomato soup, ham on rye.
Hot apple, pineapple sundae. (Hoooo!)
Honeydew, artichoke, hearts of lettuce,
Buttered bagels and lox, cream cheese, rhubarb.
(Hoooo!)
Peanut butter sandwiches, English muffins.
Kumquats, berries, fish, steak and grapefruit.
grits, parsnips,
marmalade, shishkebab, turtle soup. 5
[Sound of a bottle top being popped and effervescence.]
[Spoken:]
Well, those brownies ought to be just about ready now.
Why don't we go have one? Hmmmmm? I mean, really...
I wanna masticate with you
I wanna watch you while you chew
I wanna lick beans off your tooth
Two tones of home under one roof
When you say that I look happy
But I'm not happy at all
And you say that I am lucky
But I've bag a bagpipe in my soul
Oh let your stew let's go make that food
I wanna eat what's in you
I wanna roll with just one spoon
And though we rarely share each food
Let's meet tonight to eat this food
When you say that I am lonely
But I'm not lonely at all
'Cause when our plates are empty
We will fill up from the hole
We were dreaming we were eating
We were dreaming we were eating
We were ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eating
We were ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eating
Please make love stare your eyes at me
I wanna think the way you see
I know you want to make a meal
I wanna taste the way you feel
And you say that you are empty
But you're not empty at all
And I've swallow everything
Like you right here at my door
We were dreaming we were eating
We were dreaming we were eating
We were ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eating
We were ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eating
We were dreaming we were eating
We were dreaming we were eating
We were ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eating
I really wish you were hereYou know you're better than
food
And if I died today you know I'd have to say
Ain't nothing better than you
I really wish you were here
Beautiful one what have I done
I swear to God you're the only one
Things got so strange I had to change
Can you help me?
Help me rearrange
Then there were two of us here