The Coach, The Singer and You

So I was thinking about something and I came to the realization that America and the people in it only believe what they want to believe. America is jumping down the neck of Coach Sandusky for his actions with these lil boys over the last 20 years. I agree, he should be taken out back and have the shit beat out of him daily and his nuts cut off. Lets get that staight. But then you same people who scream from the mountians about how much of a piece of shit he is and how everyone involved with him shoud face serious jail time are the same people that celebraite Michael Jackson like he wasn't the same kind of piece of shit. You cry for his death and claim you wanted justice for his death and he was jus as bad,if not worst than Sandusky, and MJ got away with everything he did to multiple lil boys and just paid his way out of it. I just want you all to take a second and think about this for a minute. We need to put our children first and hold the people in public light to a lower standerd and call a spade a spade. Just something to think about. Have a great day

WHY WE ARE EQUAL - by Shelby Mortise

At 15 I see and know many gay people and now I`m happy that that gay marriage is laws are being passed.
I always hear straight people say `They don't need to get married because we do.` Well why do straight people get married? When you ask them that they say `god said that they are not allowed too.' I ask them well how do you know. Have you meet him? Have you spoke to him and he said that back?
What ever happened to the equal rights of America. We are suppose to fight for what`s equal. Like slavery. We fought for that but know people think that is wrong for people to fight for the gays.
So I`m happy the people are standing up for the gays.
`Shelby Mortise

Let'sDo Obama's Math

So let's do some quick math here, in Dec 2008, George Bush leaves office and there are about 34,000 troops in Afghanistan. Bush leaves office in Jan 209 with a standing order for 3,000 more troops to be deployed in Afghanistan. Raising the total number of troops to 37,000. In Feb 2009, Pres Obama increases that deployment by a whopping 17,000 troops. This came on the heels of him campaigning to end the Afghanistan war, raising out total number of troops to about 54,000. In Dec 2009 President Obama then signs off for another 30,000 troops to be sent over there putting our number of troops on the ground to over 84,000 troops, more than double the number of troops that we had in Afghanistan when he took office. Tonight he said that by the end of the year he wants to pull out 10,000 troops by the of the year and a total of 33,000 by the end of 2012. Now by my numbers, all he is really saying is that of the 47,000 troops that hes signed off on sending, he's going to bring home only about 3/5 of the troops he's sent over there and less than half of our total forces over there. And then to top it off, he wants us to believe that from 2013-2014 the remaining 51,000 troops will be brought home all why they are teaching Afghanistan to stand on their own. I'm sorry but as a American with at least half a brain, I'm deeply offended by his speech and his lack of respect shown to the American people by just throwing numbers around like we cant do the Math.

My Mind......

I swear my mind is all fucked up like Marv's from Sin City. I'm so not right in the head and someone is gonna pay the price for that. I can't remember anything anymore. All my memories and thoughts are going blank. i use to have such a beautiful mind. Now it's suck a scary and ugly place to visit. I don't like taking trips there any more. I use to visit there and walk through field full of pretty flowers and sweet fruit nectar on all the trees. Now there are just rotten apples and spoiled pears scattered all over the fields of dead crops and the corpse of dead rodents. I use to dream of tomorrow, now i only cry about yesterdays. Not that they were bad days, but I just can't recall them. Where have they gone. I look at my pads and the pages are empty, i reach for a pencil but it's not Sharp. I try to look at video and all that plays is snow. Where have I gone? Where has it gone? Passion has faded, will has faded, pleasure has faded, all has faded. There once was a time when I could yell and scream and bring myself back to reality. but those days are gone. My mind is gone, i swear my mind is all fucked up. I'm so not right in the head. but i think the only person that gonna pay the price, is me.

They Cried, We Cried (RIP Malcolm, Martin, BIG and PAC)

They cried for Malcolm. They cried for Martin. We cried for Biggie. We cried for Pac. They gave Jesse and Farrakhan a pass, we did the same for Puff and Suge. They know and we know the reasons they were killed, but we stay silent. Why? Is it easier to give them a pass? Is the path that we take to feel more united. I hope not. Are we just puppets, following the strings of leaders that lead us not to the promise land, but lead us to ATM's and ask for our money, and tell us it's for "the greater good". How long can we carry on this cycle of lies and deceit? We argue about who was the best of all-time. They argue about which path to justice and equal rights should have been followed. We all miss that it's was all for not, because none of them are around to celebrate their life's work. Is the tradegy them dying in vain, or us disrespecting their memories by letting everything they lived for, get wasted in the wind. I hate that I have more questions than answers. I hate that in another 20 to 30 years, the memories of Malcolm and Martin will be faded. I hate that in another 30-40 years we will all but forgotten BIG and Pac. I hate the fact that in another 50 years, we will of all cried for nothing.

My Life nshit

Somebody told me I'm 32, that's 2 old to begoing out nshit,

getting blacked out drunk nshit.

I told then they right, so I took a hand full of vic's nshit.

See I wild out and can't remember shit so I turned my

life to reaility tv and now I'm followed around with a camera nshit.

I only go out on nights my phone bout to die nshit.

That cuts down on drunk text and the next mornings I'm sorry's nshit.

I'd tried to tell y'all I drink to mask my pain nshit.

My cries for help were just cries in vain. Life had me broken like the Bat, this world is my Bane nshit.

I could only find a love like Courtny's, so these bullets gonna go Kobain nshit.

But they not gonna report bout my death and morn me in the streets nshit,

I be lucky if the pour out liquor and toast RIP's nshit.

But for me, imma be good either way nshit.

Cause I'm drunk off my words, tipsy from my verbs,

high from my nouns. Fucking wasted from my sounds.

See I was writing for y'all, popping bottles to share how I

feel, but I should of been doing shots with myself, really keeping it real.

But I'm a be out and leave you on this note,

I'm additiced to drugs, cause all my words is dope.

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A Lil Lovve Story

A lil love story

Their was once a boy that knew a girl. He knew he loved the girl from
the first time he saw her, the only problem was he didn't know what
love was at the time. His storys nothing special to you. Boy meets
girl, girl meets boy, boy falls head over heals for girl, he hopes
girl feels the same. Yada, yada, yada. Boy is a fucking moron and
loses the only thing in life he's every loved cause he's a fucking
moron. That's just the start.

Years go by, and the 2 remain friends but never as close as they
were once was. They both grow, they have family's that they know they
both should of have together. They stay in contact through the stories
of their friends and family over the years. Knowing what one another
are doing and both wanting to reach out to the other and tell them
what's what. But not sure if it's pride, respect, fear if rejection or
just plain being stuburn that stops them from reaching out to each
other.

More time passes, and the 2 look on from a distance as the
others life is falling apart but still not reaching out until she,
knowing he can only take so much hurt in his life, reaches out and
calls him. From the moment his phone rings and he hears her voice,
every feeling he ever had for her comes racing back to his heart, and
he regressed back to the same boy that fell in love with that same
girl oh so many years ago.

That first conversation goes on for hours. His friends around
him can see that spring in his step over the next couple of days. He's
the old him, but at the same time, he's very hesatant. He knows his
flaws and that makes him scared to comit. Not because of fear of love
but because of fear that he can't give his princess everything he
feels and knows see deserves. He throws feelers out to her friends and
family to see what's going on. Everyone's cheering for them to be
together, because everyone knows they should be together.

The 2 of them flow together, their perfect ocean waves that
crash against the beaches of life in perfect rythem. They're love has
hit the beaches, ran up on shores that have weathered the worst
storms. No matter how bad waves got, they always returned back to the
calm of a lake behind a quiet little cotegge on a private island.

Now when they see each other, there's such a tence, comfertable,
uncomfortable feeling, which I think the 2 of them enjoy because it's
a symbol of how strong their love is. It's kind of enjoyable for the 2
of them. I belive it's the calm that keeps them together. That great
mystery of what if?? What if we stayed together? Or what if this was
the master plan to keep us apart to make our union stronger later on
in life?

Now I know your wondering what happenes to the 2 of them. does
love weather the storm? or does it die on a beach? Washed out againts
the surf. I can answer this question in time, but we have to she what
she says about this story. Hopfully, this lil love story, can turn
into a perfect love story. We'll see.