by Bugz

From one week to the next, nothing stays the same ,but everything is always the same. Trapped in a bubble, circling the lining walls with no apparent escape. The sun, blocked by the clouds. Deep greys, dark shadows, and ready to pour. Seemingly enormous, and ready to arrive without hesitation. Almost on que. As soon as the tan lines start to set, ...in rolls the shade. Covering what may have been a great day. The best, getting hidden by the complacent. The dull, overcoming the laughs,    the ordinary strangiling the excitement. When it was all bubblegum, soda, and 5 cent candies, none of this was in the headlights. The windshields were focused on big plans, big money, big cars, and nothing but fun. Its like being permanantly branded with beer goggles. But without the buzz. Just left with the blur. Looking over my shoulder when things get good, waiting for the clouds to arrive, knowning their presence is always only a day or so away. Cant get to caught up, knowing it will end soon. One week, thinking about new beginings, the next week, thinking about the endings. The darkness, the empty space that is inevitable. The blah. The nothing as it were refferred to in an old 80's movie. Where is Atreyu? He should come assist me in battling the great nothing. The lamentation that hovers above. The inability to change what can be changed, The reform that has come ontop of what once was. The sitting spells that have replaced constant motion. The moving images of others doing what was prevously dreamed of. The watching, and not acting. The admiring and not doing. The groundhog day that is 70% of life. (10% is spent sleeping in my stats of which I just made up)...Jadakiss said why, but no one can give him an answer. I guess asking why is futile......There's never an answer.  Why is a question that instills anger and resentment, not being able to comprehend the How first. How did it become what is? Never mind the why. Change is good, change is great, but change can be death. Building a sandcastle, surrounded by a thick moat, gutter filled slime, and a broken drawbridge. The hallways run deep, and the echos remain constant. Climbing to the towers, peering through the windows with reborn ideas, only to see the clouds come rolling back in as if it was known things could be better. Ready to spill over and pour on the parades, pushing the sunlight to the side, grab your popcorn, reserve your seat on the couch, sit, stay, sleep, repeat. Welcome to life. Bring an umbrella. Leave your excitment at the door, it's probably restricted anyway. Sit still, there's no point in fighting it. The clouds will overshadow the light sooner or later and you will be back here, In the clutches of the nothing. Staring at the walls, wishing to have back the days of clear windshields, bubbles, paper airplanes and jump rope. Death awaits us all, some never think of it, others close their eyes at night and hear the whispers of despair...Eyes wide shut....never saw the movie, but the title seems fitting...at some point I woke up, but never woke up.

        

Ok...Hear me out.
There could Not be a faker holiday. Talk about a corporate scam to get us dopes to shell out loads of money on things that are usually dead in a week or gone in a few days (flowers and candy)...I mean, what am I missing? Do I just not get it? This is a holiday in which you are encouraged to be with the one you love, and spend your money on them or trade gifts, and sweet nothings, regardless if you hated each other 2 days ago..And guys, oh boy, I dare you to Not have a gift on this holiday....Try it...Come back and let me know how that works out for you.... Saint Valentine was a martyr, whom had not a damn thing to do with Love. The Roman Church created this holiday, and the muckity muck muck fat cats took it over from there....Everything you believe about valentines day has been shoveled down your throat since you were 5 and you handed out a princess or G.I joe valentine card to your entire class...Talk about society mentally brain washing us huh?  oh I know...I must be a cold hearted snake (Paula Abdul reference), to think so negatively of such a wonderful day....What about the lonely people...what about the people who have no one to share love with on this Vday? Those folks will be sitting in their rooms, apartments, homes, whatever staring at the wall, listening to the love songs on the radio, seeing all the jewelry commercials on tv, and wishing hateful things on those that do have love to share....emotionally contemplating suicide most likely over a government issues holiday....I say , if the Government is going to issue me a holiday such as this, they should also issue me a financial cashiers check to cover my Vday expenses....Bastards...      Riddle me this.....Are you such a loser that you need a Corporate holiday to show your affection for the one you love? Are you so Lame that you never think to buy your significant other a card unless you have a holiday telling you to do so?   When was the last time you wrote your lover a note? No, I'm not referring to txt'ng...Im talking hand written (See also Pens and Pencils).......If it takes a Money hungry holiday for your punk ass to show some affection, your relationship is doomed anyways...sorry to break it to you.... My love is everyday...and in turn, I celebrate Valentine's day everytime I can get my hands on her...When was the last time I wrote a note? Yesterday...I celebrate my love everyday, I dont need society to tell me too....Don't be a sucker....Dont succomb to a gov enforced money craze....Go out to dinner and tell them how much you love them, be wild and crazy, do it on March 2nd....You don't have to wait to Feb 14th to express yourself..Do it now..Do it often...Do it like you F'n mean it....If you have to wait for Valentines day to get sentimental, you have more issues then obeying societies commands. I celebrate Valentines day 365 days a year, I feel bad for you if you only see it on Feb 14th...

        

by Bugz:

What's it matter to you if everyone around sees the wrong when you blindly see the right? What's it matter to you when 300 people can give you the same advice, opposite of the path your choosing? What's it matter to you, when you hurt everyone around you for your selfish reasons? What's it matter to you when your choices land you in pain, both physically and mentally? What's it matter to you when the word family is used, but there is no meaning behind it? It doesn't matter to you. Period. And if you say otherwise, with or without the Drinks, Im yelling out Bullshit.

All my life I watched movies, TV shows, saw friends, and the way Families were reported to behave. The way families are supposed to love one another unconditionally. The way Families would help, and support and love each other. I witnessed this on a regualr basis, and I always thought in some strange way, My family was the same. I always figured, we showed things differently. We didnt hug, and kiss, and say I love you, but we all knew what it really was, deeper then surface actions. Until recently, I learned that I was wrong all these years. Its so easy to break my family apart. Rip through the seams, seperate the sections and push everyone into corners.  Everyone is sitting back, witnessing a train wreck and not a single person will put their foot down and shake up the snowglobe.

Apparently I am the "MailMans" son. I say this because I am built unlike everyone in my family. I speak my mind, and when I see wrong, I speak on it. I refuse to sit back and watch people I love slam their heads into a wall with no regard for people nearby. Biting my tongue has never been my strong suit. Matter of fact I don't believe biting my tongue would be the right thing to do. If I bite my tongue and don't call out the ignorance, I then have to live with it. So, when the train crashes and everyone involved is critically injured both emotionally and physically, i would have to know that I watched it happen and didn't do a thing to try and stop it.

It's obvious I won't be able to stop this wreck from happening, but If I sit back and dont say anything, what kind of man am I? What type of person see's someone playing with fire and decides to watch them get burned without at least saying 'Be Careful'? But at the same time, I should sit back and think about the title of this....What's it matter to you? If it doesn't matter to anyone else, should it even matter to me? And if it doesn't matter to anyone, then how dare we use the word family. You cant use the word family, and not give a damn. It doesnt work like that. If you honestly just don't give a damn, dont call me family. Dont even call me bugz. Just call me Richard.  Better yet, don't call me at all.

        

By Bugz:

Holy bejeesus...I woke up this morning to learn that Every Tom, Dick and Harry AND Sally (to be politically correct) has turned in to a war room expert.  Everyone is whining about Obama's Afghan Plan....You cant be SERIOUS!? When Did you, Mr. Database consultant, Mrs. Stay at home mom with a Blog, Mr. Garbage Man, Mrs. Company VP, Become an Expert in War Strategy? All of a sudden everyone's a genius...Go figure. Obamas not sending enough troops, Obama cant plan on an exit date, Obama, cant spend money on this war, it's another Vietnam...How dare these selfish Airtime hungry "Americans" pretend to have half a clue of how these decisions are made in the War room full of Generals, and Strategists....When Did everyone suddenly begin to believe Obama makes all of these Decisions on his own. Like He just woke up with this Plan.  You want to send more troops?  Easy for you to say. Will you also Man up and Call the Families when their 19 year old son gets killed by a roadside bomb?   Didn't think so. It's SO EASY to judge from a distance without having a clue of what your talking about. Studying Political Views, and World History in Community College doesn't make you an expert. Shut up.

        

By Bugz:

Hello, Hello...is this on? Im standing at a mic, staring out, but I dont see anyone looking back.
Just the bright lights, it's quiet in front of me. I have to assume that at least 1 person showed up tonight.
Blinded, I'll just ramble off all my info, and hope someone in the crowd can hold on and get me.
My names Richard, but I prefer not to use it. My parents thought it was cute, I think its foolish.
Everyone who knows me, calls me bugz, its a personality name, a nick name, an AKA buzz.
I stand about 5'8'', and I think im of the athletic build. Nothing special, I dont think Im all the great.
I have an open mind and a weird sense of humor. Go ahead try me, you could even make a joke about a tumor.
I speak out loud, and have warped opinions, and after a while, I think this shows on re-run.
It must be time to get a new look, looky, this outfit just doesnt pull me any nooky.
Im as simple as it gets, easy to please, easy to get along with. I'll giggle at your jokes even when theyre not funny.
I can only strecth so far, I swear to this mic, I always work hard to be there for my buddy, any day, time or nite.
The rooms still quiet, I guess its what I get. My chains have been rattling for quite some time
I think we've met before, my personal meetings are never sublime.
You know me. Dont act like you dont. I think Ive been haunting you for a least 6 months.
Im the shadow in your room when you feel like theres eyes on you.
Im the hand when you slipped, when the counter was wet and you alwmost lost your grip.
youve prolly seen me before, but Lately, you dont see me anymore. I become more see through each and every day. even if you walk right through me , I still end up in your way.
The way I groan, and muble, and speak my ghostly howl, used to southe you at night, I swear I knew how.
Now, im stuck dragging these glowing chains across the floor, seeing the look on your face, my act isnt cute anymore.
Frustrated to say the least, Im an abborition once adored.Now im standing on this Stage like an attention whore.
testing, 1-2, testing...you dont even hear me out there, do you?Not anymore.
Ok, I'll own up. I need alot. I like the little things in life, and the attention I could get each and every night.
I ask for alot, constantly on the go, ready to jump up when you say the word, and pouting when I hear the word no.
Im even known for a typo or two, hell theres probably a few in here, what difference does it make to you?
Do my errors steal away the meanings? Or is it just an uncontrollable fit, when my emotions are seething
Its all on me, I take it and wear it, its my cross to bear. But it doesnt matter what I say if no one is out there....hello? Can you hear?
I speak up, I scream, I shout, I write....Then I fade to black, cuz im still just a ghost standing in your light.

        

DISCLAIMER: I am not Unamerican, just don't follow in-step with every move of my government. Come on, don't you agree with your parents every now and again?

If you disagree with someone, does that make them bad?

What is just cause for revolution? I seem to remember our forefathers (not to be confused with foreskin) fighting for a land they believed was their divine right.  (Thank God they did) They murdered innocent people and subjected them to Oklahoma (egchk) Big up the Seminoles for never surrendering. (oh yeah go FSU)  Back to the point!

Mr. Castro, not exactly the number one draft pick of the US to run Cuba.  I don't know who gave the US permission or authority to put someone in charge of a foreign land... Oh yeah forgot, we still do that.  According to Cuban Legend, by that I mean Cubans I've talked to and older family members that Bautista was a mean little fucker... Remember the riots and black people not being a whole person?  That was Bautista a general who the US appointed as Cuba's leader.... Poverty existed than as it does now, but there was much more class warfare and that was mostly divide by light/dark. Sound familiar? We had a government in place that modeled our nation at THAT time.

I'm in no way shape or form defending Castro, but he did what the Glenn Becks, and Sean Hannitys of the world tell us to do. Fight!  There is no such thing a peaceful revolution.  He wanted to better (in his opinion) his homeland that loved and cherish the same way some of these fake patriots did after 9/11.  He took destiny in his own hands and led the march to overthrow a corrupt government. You may not agree with his methods, but shouldn't that be more favorable...

My man Ernesto "Che" Guevara.  He wasn't even from Cuba... He was a doctor, I repeat a DOCTOR in Argentina.  He gave up his prestigious post to help Fidel's cause... Wow, that's a true revolutionary... He didn't send a whole government to occupy and push their beliefs on a poorer country.  Sort of like Pat Tillman I would say. He's honored as a hero because he was American... He was gonna kill combatants just like Che did.

I'm in no way claiming these guys are heroes per se but for all this rise against your government I'm hearing, they did it! They same as they are not heroes, they are not Hitler or Mussolini. We have to remember every country doesn't have the resources or populations to be ran like our country.  That doesn't always make them bad, just different.  Just like Reverend Wright said, they're not wrong, they're different.

        

By Bugz:

Dear Mrs SanSouci, I'm sure you been watching me, but I dont know if you even know me.
You left the earth so soon, I barely even knew you, faded memories in my mind they fly right through.
Not sure what type of woman you were, but I always heard the nicest things. Heard you used to protect me
from bullies and fights and things.
Mom used to talk highly of you, but it's like everyones forgotten about you. This is my letter, throught it was time I reach out to you.
You left in the 80's and missed so much. Mr Potato head was replaced by video games, MTV and such.
A pop culture revolution took place, and all the 80's babies were swept up by the pace.
Brian staid thick headed, never learned much. Hung out in the streets, stayed sellin dope and stuff.
He and my dad Even had a scrap, threw a tear through the family quilt, I suppose it was already weekend with the all the drama and crap.
I heard you was the rock that held the family in place, now I feel like its just a slap in your face. No one is close no more.
Bobby left the family, never looked back, we all just closed that door.
Patty is still tight with Robin, but Debbie is flaky, we see her and her son at the holidays sometimes when they come out of their apartment maybe..
Im told we were close, but I was only 8 years old at the most. Not sure I remember anything, its all fuzzy, but we coulda been good friends I think.
Lets try to fill you in, on the things you missed. I learned to ride a 2 wheeler, we were on longfellow still i think.
Dad struggled for work, mom stayed home most of the time. They kept us pretty tight, but love was hard to find.
I grew up in the rough neighborhoods, couldnt keep my bike for more then 3 weeks, wake up and learned about the theifs in the night.
I avoided trouble though, most of my life.
Basketball kept me grounded, even though no one came to see me play, I always put my heart in.
I assume you would been there, woulda been nice, to have that one Hooray for me Cheer. I dont hold it against you though, the disease took you, I know it wasnt your fault.
You missed my first real kiss, I was 15 years old, it was the middle of Spring, during my birthday party, the best one of the year so I was told.
You werent there to see me off during Freshman year, coulda used you then, cuz damn those teenage years.
I had my heart broke, better yet it was smashed on. By this girl I was dating, for like 2 years, turns out being alone was one of my biggest fears.
I lost all control that summer, and nearly joined you up above. Not sure how I maintained, I was always looking for love.
That's when I met Marcus, you woulda have liked him alot. he saved my life, whether he'll take credit or not.
he picked me back up during my lowest of lows, and took me out, kept me busy, had me back on my toes.
This is some details i think, that not even my mother knows. I learned to keep my depression hidden, even though I was 2 months couch ridden.
Marcus taught me things, for better or worse. Learned to leave a chick, and that my homies came first.
Most of my teen life was spent with women I hurt. They dont hold it against me, I think for the most part, I made up for all that plenty.
I joined the AF to get out of the house, shocker dont you think? Took the first trip from RI and went down south.
This is when I went to cali, and found out I could dance. This was my new love, but my military contract grounded me. I dont resent that though, I wouldnt take any of it back you know.
I met the wifey out there. I wasnt really looking for it, but it just worked out in the Cali air.
You missed my wedding, but it was real nice though. Maybe your the reason I lost all my photos in RI when the wife saw the NE snow.
I Assume you took them and their in Heaven with you. I dont mind, you can keep them. I never had the chance to give any of them to you.
Every time I go back home, I feel like your there, im sure its all in my head, but I never feel alone, whenever im out there.
You should see my kids. Theyre getting real big now. 6 and 11, and both girls, I got my hands full for a lifetime, wish you were here  to teach me how.
You missed my graduation, and my sisters too. Its amazing, when were all with the family, no one ever talks about you.
Only went to your grave a couple of times, I think thats messed up, but love is sometimes in short supply.
you should see the world now, its changed so much. No one sings Saving grace anymore, no more peace on earth and such.
I suppose were all killing each other to some extent, I just try and walk through with a smile, when I can do a good deed, I go for it, I guess Im always looking to repent.
I didnt become famous, or even a millionare, but I think you would have been proud of me regardless, I assume anyways, if you were here. I guess your with Uncle Mike up there in heaven. His life was taken by someone for drugs, just another form of Satan.
The family fell so far apart, I havent seen uncle david in like 13 years. He might not even be alive, and if thats the case, I dont even think anyone cares.
Grandpa is still here, which Im sure your aware. Im sure he misses you though, he's alone in the house, even with my mom and dad there.
He's always happy when me and my family go back up there, but you can tell somethings missing for him, after you left, he gave up I think, losing you was prolly his greatest fear. We dont talk much about feelings or emotions, so I'll never know how he felt, its another
door that never gets opened.
I dream about life, and how it would be, if you never left this earth, what would be of you and me.
Would we be close? would my life have changed? Would you have been a shoulder to lean on, I guess it seems strange.
Your practically a stranger to me, but the closest thing I always wanted to see. Moms to scared about her own mortality
I think, because Obesity ran rampant through the family gene. I dodged that battle more then once, but if I ever build up her nerve we'll come see you one day, bring you some flowers, I think it's what you deserve.
This letter doesnt change anything, but I needed to get it off my chest. I know it was never your fault, but when you left, our family
was a mess. We miss you much.

        

The Temptations, Ohio Players, Babyface, BBD, James Brown, New Edition...

LL Cool J, Rakim, Slick Rick, Nas, Common

Metallica, Bon Jovi, Genesis, Pantera

Where have you gone?

I'm stuck with mediocrity like Lil Wayne, Plies, Ciara, and Soulja Boy... Not a diss on the south, here's some East Coast acts, Jim Jones, Max B, Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks etc...

We empower these people buy dressing like them, singing their songs, and most importantly buying their music. No wonder hip-hop R & B get such a bad rap (no pun intended) look at who we put in the forefront of it.  I'm all for abstract and creativity which Wayne certainly does not lack, but can I at least get some coherent music. (I'm respected like a stop sign, Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit) while people tell me they can't take someone as talented as Ludacris serious... Ha!  That ain't logical.  No one can quote Joe Budden or Joell Ortiz, but they know how to kiss you through the phone... As blatantly homo as that is...  Somehow everyone morphed into super-thug and mega-slut.

And for the intro, yes I do listen to Metallica and the like.  They make good music. They are original as far as melodies and sounds.  I'm not saying I buy their albums but I get more enjoyment from songs that are over 15 years old. I'll take Babyface and Pebbles (love makes things happen) over I'm a Flirt.  Give me early 90s Mariah for the win...

How is it that when there's hip-hop summits Nas and Common are nowhere to be found. Who's there, Nelly and TIP... No disrespect to them, TIP has grown as an artist.  I know everyone wants to dance and party, but the radio used to be religious.  Couldn't tell me nothing everynight it was the love zone on 92Q and who could forget the hip-hop on Saturday mornings. Redman, Tony Terry, Hi-Five all so underappreicated why I hear a dude that is trying his hardest to be a woman be celebrated as the greatest rapper alive. Jay wasn't and he isn't! I now know what Common meant when he said I used to Love H.E.R.  I feel old, or maybe like the Taye Diggs character in Brown Sugar.  I'm in the age of the Hip Hop Dalmations.

Where have you gone music that had a message and a point, beyond braggadocious misgony?

        

Only God can Judge me....

So why is that that everyone has a motherfucking opinion... In my eyes, religions are man-made so why should they be trusted... Afterall, didn't Martin Luther create Lutherans with his vision of what he Catholic church had wrong? I'm not a cynic by any means but I'm entitled to mine, if I have to listen to your's, no?  I was taught that just because the majority of people are doing something, doesn't mean it's the right thing to do... I see people rush to church to hear someone else's interpretation of the bible, even when it conflicts with their own... I have faith, I believe but there's a few things I always wondered.

To the people that tell me I need church, how come you don't invite me to your's instead of inviting me to the club or to dinner.  Part of being a Christian is spreading the word... Maybe the 5%ers were right. 85 % percent uncivilized, 10% know but won't share the info, 5% live the right way.  Don't hit me with the he's a muslim talk, I'm just openminded and feel all sectors could have some part of the truth... No one living has it all... We're not supposed to.

I take solace in my indepedance..... I know alot of people who follow certain sectors of religion because their family does... Does that make it genuine to God?  Just because grandma was a Catholic makes you so sure you're one without even trying to see another point of view? 

We're so stuck on Muslims that we forget our own "Christians" have done wrong.  Was it a Muslim that blew up the Oklahoma City buildings? I get it, it was those mean Anglo Muslims that were burning churches in the US' southern region... All religions have extremists and crazies, why deflect the spotlight to cover our flaws...

Let he/she that is without sin, cast the first stone.

I've been to many churches, Baptist, Catholic, Lutheran, Methodist... etc What's the difference bewteen a Baptist and a Southern Baptist? See I ask that because when I ask followers of the aforementioned sects they get offenede or mad... I was just asking a serious hope you can help me out question... That's the whole point of why I write, to educate myself to the views of others.  Maybe you can show me light that I didn't know existed... but for now...

To each his own.

        

        

My brain is fried, chest empty, limbs in shock
Shaking itching from this addiction I panic then stop
And realize drugs can take you away from this earth
I shower twice a day, but can rid this dirt
Relaxing me til I fall asleep on the furlough
Tv on, kid running rampant, I let go, it still hurts though
No marks but the pain is evident to those
How did I get started, I think anyone knows
Put me in the hospital people blamed me, I blame you
Had me disgraceful and shameful, I was satisfied but not full
Put you ahead of my family, wants and needs
Cause I thought you filled my wants but it was greed
Had my cake, wanted to eat it too
Nowhere to be found, when I needed you
Drugs take down empires, destroy the temple
Tore me from within, destroyed the mental
I know what I was doing it was never accidental
Had me spazzing the point where I was almost residential
I had to get rid of you to notice I had more without you
With you I feel nothing but empty balls
My circuits where working, but in my head were empty walls
Used to be blue but now innocent and disciplined
Thanks for stripping me and showing what I can be and could've been
So even though you're not here I'll appreciate you til the end
But to move on with my life I had to stop injecting and walk away from
my best friend

        

They say 30 is the new 20...


I sit back and reflect on the whole Michael Vick saga, and I wonder... I know hunting is a bad argument for a slew of reasons, so I won't touch that. Eating Cheeseburgers, uh, no...  What about the poor horses of the Belmont Stakes, Kentucky Derby, and Preakness? What about the ones who weren't good enough? People piled on Mr. Vick because dogs are domesticated and sometimes even a part of the family.

DISCLAIMER:  I neither love or hate dogs. They exist in the animal kingdom below me... I just want fairness... Oh no, don't tell anyone I said that, they'll think I'm socialist.  Back to my thoughts.

People argued these dogs don't choose to fight, they are forced too.  It's so brutal, so barbaric... I can see the viewpoint on that...  But, where's the outcry of injecting horse with steroids, sticking them with spurs, and whipping them for our entertainment/amusement.  I watch tv and who could forget the little girls that ask for ponies for their birthday?  Poor Barbaro, euthanized because of the pain inflicted on him by his trainer/owner.  And in case you were wondering, Barbaro did not use telekinesis to let everyone know that his dream was to be a Triple Crown champion.  That I can confirm.

Meanwhile, while that was happening the media painted Michael Vick as some Villain going against GI Joe. (side note: doesn't Fox News count as a part of the mainstream media?)  I digress, but I don't condone what Vick did at all.  I don't really care about dogfighting either way, but when you electrocute and drown animals, that's just sick and you have issues.  If these people (especially you PETA and ASPCA) rid the world of horse racing... It was fed down our throats on how dogfighting was this urban, part of southern, poor culture... That may be true in some areas, but does that leave rich people as the supporters of injuring and killing horses... Really, we get told each year by MLB and Congress that steroids are bad for you, and a major health risk... It's good enough for the horses though.

Can't we all just get along... Maybe we can develop brain scanners that will tell us what the animal is thinking.  Shout out to the makers of I-Phones and Blackberrys and other useless expensive shit we use.

        

        

By Bugz..

Wow. Lazy people drive me crazy. Are you one of them?
So many people have blame to cast for days. We blame the government for our Financial woes, and then we turn around and ask the Government to fix them for us   We blame McDonalds for our Huge waistlines, and then we try and sue them for compensation , 85% of which will now be spent at Burger King.
We blame Old people for car accidents, but get older by the day and swear no one drives better then us.
When do we stop being lazy and selfish and start taking personal responsibility for our lives?
Your finances suck? Stop buying shoes, sodas, t-shirts, jewelry, bling, or whatever else your addiction is. So eager to look like the "norm" and please society...Whatever happend to individuality??
My kids go to Ballantyne elementary....And I hate it.  Every girl there is wearing makeup by age 10, taking their iPhones and Blackberrys to school, and making fun of the students who dont have Real Vendi Bags....It makes me sick. Individuality died somwhere in the late 90's and early 2000's, and now This Fuc*ed up notion of a rule of the land we refer to as "Society" has created an atmosphere where everyone should be the same....The hell with having babies, lets just give up and break out the cloning machines.
If your sitting on the couch, with cookies in your hands, blaming your job, family, or background for your obese waistline, you need to shut your mouth.  It's all bullshit.  You know why your fat? Because you eat junk and you sit around too much. Period. Dont blame the 3thousand calorie breakfast sandwhich at BK for being so horrible, blame your dumass for eating it twice a week for 3 months. And yea, you may think Im being Righteous, talking like this, but I can speak from experience. I come from an obese family. (O-B-E-S-E).
I eat my fair share of cookies, cakes, and sweets, but about 9 years ago when I saw my waistline, combined with my family history attacking the size of my jeans, I made a choice to start excersing. If you can eat 10 cookies while watching your favorite CSI....You can do 20 minutes on a treadmill while listening to your favorite music....It doesnt take a rocket scientist to figure this out. Calories in VS. Calories out....And while im on the topic, my biggest pet peeve is NOT seeing fat people in the Gym (im glad your making a change by going) My biggest pet peeve is Fat People eating at fast food restaurants....OMG, drives me insane...Just skip the Double cheesburger and Grab the shovel and dig your grave, stop wasitng taxpayer money on your health issues.
What am I saying with all this? STOP BEING LAZY....Stop blaming others. Stop talking and start doing...Lazy people drive me crazy.. You want to be Lazy? So be it, but shut your mouth and stop complaining.

        

I appreciate things, but in a different way than others...

What does that even mean?  I admit, I love the fact that I can vote. I appreciate the sacrafice others have made so that I can have rights some didn't/don't want me to have.  Hmmm... Okay, here's the part that makes everyone mad.

Somehow I managed to find a way not to vote last year. Why?

I had my reservations... I wanted to see history made, but I couldn't vote for a man just for that reason... That ain't logical right?  Well enter my mind... Those people that died didn't die for me to half-ass it did they?  Like why honor the flag and forget those who died in wars?  Anyway, back on topic... I liked Obama more than I liked McCain... doesn't mean I was enamored or that I should resort to picking the lesser of two evils.  I'm sure those that gave their lives didn't do so for me to take voting for granted.

For all of those that think I'm so evil for not voting, answer me this...  Does voting down the party line honor their sacrafice...  Just because I grew up around Democrats doesn't mean I have to be... It's sort of like religion.  Why be Catholic, solely because your family was, they're may be something greater out there.

Most Republicans I've met, would never vote for a Democrat... DISCLAIMER: I am independent... Politicians are all salesman, I put my faith in God, not man.  If I would have voted for Obama to make history only, how would that have made me any better than those who voted for McCain to prevent history... Food for thought!

On to the N word... I haven't said that word in about 2 years, and it upsets me when someone I care about greets me with it... Not because I'm better, but I feel as if my ancestors and those before us are rolling in their graves watching that word get tossed around like es nada.  Granted, words only as powerful as we let them become, but damn, really, someone in our bloodlines got called that shit regularly and it was hurtful and degrading... What am I saying, nobody will get my point right?  Whether you do or don't hit me up with your opinions... One

        

It seems disrespecting you has become a bad habit
you used to feel pain, even tried to mask it
over something so simple, tell me who my dad is
and I'll stop chewing on your ass like a rabbit
your mom and other tell me to move past it
oh well, now I guess I'm supposed to reach out to you
but if I did it would be to smack the shit out of you
I guess a mean bastard came out of you
I'm not trying to be the blame out of you
since you're my ...<< MORE >>