Here we go again...

LYRICA is not for everyone. LYRICA may cause serious, even life threatening, allergic reactions. Stop taking LYRICA and call your doctor right away if you have any signs of a serious allergic reaction. Some signs are swelling of your face, mouth, lips, gums, tongue or neck or if you have any trouble breathing, or have a rash, hives or blisters.

Drugs used to treat seizures increase the risk of suicidal thoughts or behavior. LYRICA may cause suicidal thoughts or actions in a very small number of people, about 1 in 500. Call your doctor right away if you have new or worsening depression, suicidal thoughts or actions, or unusual changes in mood or behavior. If you have suicidal thoughts or actions, do not stop LYRICA without first talking to your doctor.

LYRICA may cause swelling of your hands, legs and feet, which can be serious for people with heart problems. LYRICA may cause dizziness and sleepiness. You should not drive or work with machines until you know how LYRICA affects you. Also, tell your doctor right away about muscle pain or problems along with feeling sick and feverish, or any changes in your eyesight including blurry vision or if you have any kidney problems or get dialysis.

Some of the most common side effects of LYRICA are dizziness, blurry vision, weight gain, sleepiness, trouble concentrating, swelling of your hands and feet, dry mouth, and feeling "high". If you have diabetes, tell your doctor about any skin sores.

You may have a higher chance for swelling and hives if you are also taking angiotensin converting enzyme (ACE) inhibitors so tell your doctor if you are taking these medications. You may have a higher chance of swelling of your hands or feet or gaining weight if you are also taking certain diabetes medicines. Do not drink alcohol while on LYRICA. You may have a higher chance for dizziness and sleepiness if you take LYRICA with alcohol, narcotic pain medicines, or medicines for anxiety.

Before you start LYRICA, tell your doctor if you are planning to father a child, or if you are pregnant, plan to become pregnant, or are breast-feeding. If you have had a drug or alcohol problem, you may be more likely to misuse LYRICA.

In studies, a specific type of blood vessel tumor was seen in mice, but not in rats. The meaning of these findings in humans is not known.

Do not stop taking LYRICA without talking to your doctor. If you stop suddenly you may have headaches, nausea, diarrhea or trouble sleeping and if you have epilepsy, you may have seizures more often.

Now, did you actually read all of that? This is a drug prescribed and given to patients who suffer from fibromyalgia. This is a disease that causes chronic and insufferable pain. So, this is ANOTHER ad that I found on my homepage. This is what I am wondering. They give you a test to see if you have the "symptoms of the disease". Then, if you answer so many in a formulation that a pharmaceutical company has designed, you MAY have this disease, and you should see your doctor. Then, OF COURSE, you can ask him/her if you should take this drug. I am wondering who the hell sits behind their computer in chronic pain, and has NOT been to their doctor! "Oh, hey, look at that! I never thought that MAYBE I have a serious problem! Thank goodness for this ad, or I NEVER would have thought to see my doctor! Let me jot down the name of that drug, maybe THAT will help!"

Before you do that, pay attention.

LYRICA is not for everyone. LYRICA may cause serious, even life threatening, allergic reactions. Stop taking LYRICA and call your doctor right away if you have any signs of a serious allergic reaction. Some signs are swelling of your face, mouth, lips, gums, tongue or neck or if you have any trouble breathing, or have a rash, hives or blisters.

Ok, you can have severe allergic reaction to this drug. The "symptoms" that they are describing are that of anaphylaxis. I suggest that you look it up. You may only have minutes to respond, and receive treatment that will save your life.

Drugs used to treat seizures increase the risk of suicidal thoughts or behavior. LYRICA may cause suicidal thoughts or actions in a very small number of people, about 1 in 500. Call your doctor right away if you have new or worsening depression, suicidal thoughts or actions, or unusual changes in mood or behavior. If you have suicidal thoughts or actions, do not stop LYRICA without first talking to your doctor.

Hold on one minute! Seizures? I don't recall the ad saying ANYTHING about this being prescribed for that purpose. More bad news. Apparently, it can cause suicidal thoughts, as well. Just make sure you keep taking it until you can get another appointment with your doctor when his schedule clears in three months.

LYRICA may cause swelling of your hands, legs and feet, which can be serious for people with heart problems. LYRICA may cause dizziness and sleepiness. You should not drive or work with machines until you know how LYRICA affects you. Also, tell your doctor right away about muscle pain or problems along with feeling sick and feverish, or any changes in your eyesight including blurry vision or if you have any kidney problems or get dialysis.

Well, I would say that is a serious problem for people who DON'T have a heart condition, as well! Now you can't drive, or operate any machinery. Better get a buspass. Tell your doctor if you can't see. Really? You sure? ok, if you insist!

Some of the most common side effects of LYRICA are dizziness, blurry vision, weight gain, sleepiness, trouble concentrating, swelling of your hands and feet, dry mouth, and feeling "high". If you have diabetes, tell your doctor about any skin sores.

These are the COMMON side effects? You won't be in pain if you smoke weed too. That is a MUCH better way of feeling high without the....hold on a minute. Weed "side effects" are, snacking, trouble concentrating, sleepiness. Oh damn, that whole skin sores thing puts this drug WAY ahead of weed. You should definitely try this instead!

You may have a higher chance for swelling and hives if you are also taking angiotensin converting enzyme (ACE) inhibitors so tell your doctor if you are taking these medications. You may have a higher chance of swelling of your hands or feet or gaining weight if you are also taking certain diabetes medicines. Do not drink alcohol while on LYRICA. You may have a higher chance for dizziness and sleepiness if you take LYRICA with alcohol, narcotic pain medicines, or medicines for anxiety.

Basically if you are taking ANYTHING else for pain, you better stop. Oh come on now, they are in chronic unbearable pain! They can't drink??? Damn. It isn't like they are going to get a DUI, they can't freakin drive either! NEWSFLASH! These people are in constant pain! My guess is that they have anxiety and proned to depression. This shit better work! Will it?

Before you start LYRICA, tell your doctor if you are planning to father a child, or if you are pregnant, plan to become pregnant, or are breast-feeding. If you have had a drug or alcohol problem, you may be more likely to misuse LYRICA.

This is concerning. What the hell is it going to do to sperm??? More info please! There is a brilliant observation at the end, huh? Thanks for that. Very helpfull.

In studies, a specific type of blood vessel tumor was seen in mice, but not in rats. The meaning of these findings in humans is not known.

Then what the FUCK is the point in telling us this? Are we rats? Nope. Mice? Nope. Basically, you don't KNOW if this will cause tumors in humans. Great. Thanks again.

Do not stop taking LYRICA without talking to your doctor. If you stop suddenly you may have headaches, nausea, diarrhea or trouble sleeping and if you have epilepsy, you may have seizures more often.

Here we go with the seizures again. Epilepsy AND Fibromyalgia??? Nice. So, basically, if you are epileptic, this can kill you. But, you just said that...um...something about seizures...treatment....I am so confused.

OK people! I am not saying any more about this. Just read. If that isn't enough...I can't help you any further.

IT'S A MIRACLE!

http://news.yahoo.com/video/world-15749633/christmas-miracle-church-s-window-saved-17286102

"A congregation WRESTING their way to a tough decision..they would sell their most valuable possession to shelter the homeless...."

"The building is in need of repair..."

"Four times as many homeless as 2 years ago..."

"agonizing choice....it's one treasure....a Tiffany stained glass window...worth about $75,000"

"It is a miracle....I think god is working in his way..."



Do we live on the same planet? This video and it's overly dramatic, "Twas the Night Before Christmas" style reading is laughable. I love the "heart string tugging" theatrics and overtstated emotional quandry.

Let me make it a little LESS dramatic, and paraphrase what happened here. The church in the spotlight contacted ABC news with a story that they were going to have to sell their Tiffany window if they wanted to shelter the homeless for Christmas. They broadcast the story in all of it's dramatic splendor. People began calling and donating money to the church. It was a miracle that they didn't have to sell a $75,000 window in a building that needs to be repaired.

*blink*

So, how many homeless did they shelter? Why has the homeless rate risen so drastically in the last 2 years? Why are their donations down? Where is the local member who can do drywall and painting, and is willing to help them out? Where do the homeless sleep the OTHER 364 days of the year?

Oh, never mind all of that, THE WINDOW HAS BEEN SAVED! It's a miracle! Hail jesus!

I just don't know how I could have laid my head on my pillow and fallen asleep tonight without knowing that another church didn't have to sell it's "most valuable posession" (funny, I thought that was their congregation itself) to help their community. I mean, what IS a church without a big gaudy stained glass window depicting someone with a halo holding a book, and pointing at nothing. Oh, that's right, it would be just another building full of people looking out regular windows. I get it now. It isn't a church without the window. It all makes sense.

If you took the window away, they would have to call themselves a "community center", or a building open to all members of the community where you can get rest, food, support and warm your hands and feet. But then that wouldn't be a church, now would it? Churches have membership dues. They only help non-members at certain times of year. They have to, after all, they are a business and you can't make money if you just GIVE it away!

Thank goodness they were able to save their window, otherwise people may accidentally stumble in there thinking it was something else. Whew! Close call, guys. Good thing god was workin' the phones and willing to air your story, or else the "Christmas Tiffany window worth $75,000" would have gone to lord only knows who. I bet...another church. Don't beat yourselves up over it, they just have a more business savvy congregation. You better straighten yourselves out though, I don't think god does repeat miracles. Next year you will have to sell the obnoxious pipe organ.

Since when did being free in this country mean being free from being offended?

I would like to thank the late, great George Carlin for the title to this one. The most recent victim of "be careful, you might offend someone" is, Saturday Night Live. Here is an excerpt from an article criticizing their most recent skit...

'SNL' Criticized After Airing Tiger Woods Domestic Violence Skit While Rihanna On Show
Sun Dec 6, 11:42 AM PST

"Saturday Night Live" is making headlines for featuring a skit over the weekend, which parodied domestic violence.

On Saturday night's episode, the NBC sketch comedy show made light of Tiger Woods' scandalous week, satirizing reports - denied by the golfer - that his wife, Elin Nordegren, attacked him prior to his early-morning car accident on November 27 with a sketch featuring Keenan Thomson and host Blake Lively.


However, the show's musical guest was Rihanna - a victim of domestic violence earlier this year from then-boyfriend Chris Brown -- prompting concerns from several media outlets that the show's humor was insensitive from some corners.

"It was another sketch that gave us pause," noted PopEater in an article titled "'SNL' Lampoons Alleged Violence in Tiger Woods' Marriage," on Sunday. "We think, had the genders been reversed, 'SNL' wouldn't make light of the potentially violent situation."

http://tv.yahoo.com/news/article/tv.accesshollywood.com/tv.accesshollywood.com-snl-criticized-after-airing-tiger-woods-domestic-violence-skit-while-rihanna-show

First of all, there has been NO confirmation that Tiger Woods is the "victim of domestic violence". So, until it is confirmed that Tiger has lived in fear of his ex-model, 115 lb wife beating him within inches of death, shut the fuck up about that! The idea that Tiger was busted cheating, and his wife got in a few hits with a golf club to his rear window was the parody of this skit. They made the parody because Tiger IS NOT the "victim of domestic abuse". I have news for you. Neither is Rihanna. At least the writer of this article got the terminology remotely correct. Thank you for NOT using the term, "domestic abuse". You are in the minority.

I am so tired of twits like her sucking up the attention while REAL domestic abuse victims cower in their homes fearing for their lives. Let's look at the facts of what happened between Rihanna and Chris Brown. First of all, let's remember their ages. They are children playing in an adult world. Rihanna intercepts a text on Chris Brown's phone, one that apparently pointed to him having relations with another woman. Big surprise there, Rihanna! She proceeds to engage him in a long drawn out argument, when he is driving the car, where she demands the answer that SHE wants to hear from him. He can't take any more of her mouth, and shuts it for her. Now, was he wrong? OF COURSE HE WAS! BUT, what is HER culpability in this? Does she have any? Yes, she does. She knows he is cheating, she just read it in his text. She wanted to fight. She got a fight. She lost. These two children made an immature decision. Instead of her asking him to pull the car over, getting a cab, and cooling down before discussing this issue, she picked a fight based in pure emotion. Instead of him pulling the car over, and handing her the keys, and getting out, so as to avoid a confrontation that can lead to only anger and aggression, he hit her.

So, Rihanna parades around the country telling her tale of woe, and effectively victimizing herself to the point of boosting her record sales. Chris Brown publically apologizes to Rihanna, and every other woman who may come along in another text. They both appear on Oprah, give press conferences, and make millions from their moment of heated anger. Did Rihanna suffer some bruises, and feel fear while he was hitting her? Yes, she did. Does he REALLY feel sorry for what he did? I doubt that his sympathy lies with her plight, but more with the fool that he has made himself to be. The best part of this story, is that the twit took him back after prancing around claiming to be a victim of domestic abuse.

Now, HERE is where I really take issue with this nonsense, and our perception of what is and is NOT domestic abuse. There are MEN and women in this country that endure days upon weeks upon years of horrible abuse, both mental and physical. It is taboo for men to speak out about the psychological abuse inflicted upon them by the women who claim to love them. It is fashionable to be a "survivor of domestic abuse" in the eyes of some women. Domestic abuse, and being a victim of it, is a forced state of mind placed on your partner by coercion or fear. It causes a person to live a life void of security, trust, independence and self worth. It can leave scars that are both physical and mental. Now, everyone has made Rihanna into some kind of hero for "helping young women to see the trappings of abusive relationships". How quickly you all shut up when she took him back.

Where is the TV time for the REAL survivors of domestic abuse? Where is Oprah when man trapped in a 30 year marriage FINALLY gets the divorce that he has feared? Where is his story of how his loving wife threatened to kill herself, take him bankrupt and keep their children from him if he ever left her? Where is the empathy for the women who work two jobs, and take the beating that could be for her children because her drunk boyfriend/ husband has threatened to kill her, her children and anyone who aids her in leaving him? THAT is domestic abuse. THAT is being trapped and not seeing a way out that does not make the pain even worse. Rihanna flapping her mouth at a moron who is cheating on her, and him reacting out of frustration is a violent incident, NOT domestic abuse. IF you strike another person out of anger, you are person of weak character and deserve whatever the laws determine is a fit punishment. Those laws should be equal regardless of gender or sexual orientation. IF you put yourself, willingly, into a situation where it can turn violent and then capitalize on the weakness of another with NO culpability in your part that was played, well then, you are a twit, and a manipulator. Rihanna, you have not saved other women. You have exposed yourself as an immature child who has mastered playing the victim to hide the embarrassment of being in the public eye.

There are those who will criticize my stand on this issue, but I have never been silent before, and am not about to now. This idiot and her antics has diminished the severity of the crime of domestic abuse, and made people roll their eyes at the very mention of the term. Did she go on stage, and say, "Being a victim of abuse, I want to stop here, and say something. I think that making fun of the idea that Tiger could be a victim of abuse is callous and I refuse to take part in a form of entertainment that belittles the idea that men are ALSO abused in this country, and it should not be made light of. I am a victim of domestic abuse, and I want everyone to know that BOTH men and women live in fear and violence, and I will not participate in this any further." Nope. She went on, and made her money. What a great spokesperson for the abused in this country. What a crock of shit!

Domestic abuse has been defined socially as a woman being beaten by a man. There is STILL no consideration for the thousands of men who live in fear of their wives and girlfriends. Ladies, listen to me. If you raise your hand to a man, you better be ready and willing to take a punch. How many women have struck first and played the victim? I guarantee MANY! We have made such an issue out of men hitting women that we have lost sight of what abuse really is. It is control. It is not allowing the one who loves you to be a person. They become a possession. They are controlled and beaten emotionally and physically to the point of losing the will to live. How can we place Rihanna and Tiger Woods even REMOTELY into that category? What is happening is EVERY incident of violence between people involved in a relationship falls under "domestic abuse". This is NOT helping the people who still do not see a way out of their situations.

Was it tacky and tasteless for SNL to parody Tiger Woods? Yes, it was. Frankly, that is the style of humor that SNL has become. They are tacky and tasteless and they go for the easy laugh. What we need to ask ourselves is why is it funny? Why did Rihanna go on that stage? It is funny because we don't take abuse inflicted on men seriously. Rihanna went on stage because she is NOT a victim of domestic abuse, she is the victim of a violent incident, and has NOT been scarred by it, but profited from it. She used the moment to sell albums, for fuck's sake!

Part of the freedom that we enjoy in this country is freedom of speech. If you are offended by the skit done by SNL, GOOD! Just be offended because the parody of Tiger was symbolic of the lack of attention paid to REAL domestic abuse that men endure, and NOT because the attention whore, Rihanna, might have been upset by it. Clearly she wasn't, but she may get a few more interviews out of pretending like she was. We need shows like SNL to shove in our faces what our culture reflects! The very definition of what is funny, is that it MUST be relatable to be funny. How many of you laughed at the idea of Tiger with a golf club wrapped around his head? Now, how many of you would have found it funny if that were true, and he was fighting for his life with head injuries and in a coma. We can't keep moving the line, people. We push it forward and pull it back until soon, the line is nothing but a blur. The skit was allowed because Tiger is not abused. Rihanna went on anyway because she did not have enough of a problem with what they were doing not to. What does that tell about us, as a society? It tells us that we have made a WAY bigger case out of one side, and not enough of one on the other. Where is the line? I think that SNL just showed you. Open your eyes and see it for what it was. It was just another weak attempt at going for the cheap laugh. The question is, why was it cheap, and why did Rihanna contribute to it?

Be offended, and be free. You cannot shut out what you find to be "offensive". You cannot silence those who mock something you see as serious. Comedy would die. It's very essence depends on the flaws in human nature. Just stop using every damn thing you don't like as a cause that has to be fought. Stop creating false heros and willing victims, and watch how fast shows like SNL go off the air. We need idiots like Rihanna and Tiger Woods, or you idiots would have nothing to talk about. It isn't like we are involved in a major war, and economic disaster, healthcare is in the toilet, and...oh, never mind it is DEFINITELY more important to bitch about Rihanna's black eye and Tiger's affairs. The sad thing is you just keep missing the big picture.

Nigga WHAT???

Tupac Makes Vatican MySpace Playlist

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Tupac's song "Changes" is one of 9 entries on the MySpace page for Pope Benedict XVI's album "Alma Mater: Music From The Vatican."

Father Giulio Neroni, artistic director of church publisher St. Paul's Multimedia, helmed the list, CNN reports. He also compiled the songs for the Pope Benedict XVI's featured Alma Mater album..

Some might question the Vatican's use of a song from such a controversial artist. The jailed rapper ultimately succumbed to violence when he was fatally shot in Las Vegas in 1996.

http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/hiphopmediatraining/235935/tupac-makes-vatican-myspace-playlist/


Please forgive the title of this article, but know that it is simply my idea of what the late Tupac Shakur whould have said if he knew this was happening. That, my friends is the ONLY thing that I will apologize for in this entry. Frankly, I don't even know where to begin with this one. I will try to control my stream of consciousness and profanity to make a coherent and well reasoned post. I said TRY. I am not making any promises.

First, let me post for you the lyrics to the the song chosen, "Changes"....

Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]

[2]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

[Bridge]

[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

[3]
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

[Bridge 'til fade]

There are two types of Tupac fans in the world, ones that love him and ones that love to hate him. Then, there are those of us who live in the real world. Tupac Shakur lived a life riddled with violence and hatred. His mother was a long standing member of The Black Panthers. He grew up in East Harlem, where is youth and innocence was stolen by the streets. I would advise anyone with any opinion at all on this man to read, at the very least, the information contained in Wikipedia. He is a poster child for the hatred that has consumed this country. His death, and his life speak to the violence and racism that still exists no matter who won this past election.

My personal opinion of Tupac Shakur is a complicated one. I am not a fan of the ganster rap genre. I find it to be hypocritcal in it's message and promoting of a lifestyle that inevitably leads to pain and death. The artists would tell you otherwise. Their claim is that they speak of their lives and experiences in the hopes of opening people's eyes to the violence and racism that they endure. This message, in their opinion, will lead others AWAY from that life, and make them understand that we need to rise above the pain of our pasts, and become one people. Bullshit. I might believe that if many of these rappers with millions of dollars had abandoned their ways of the past, but they have not. There is great pain contained within the lyrics of their music. It is a world that many of us cannot understand or relate to, but unfortunately, there are many who can. I have heard good people who have overcome the trappings of gang life spout on and on about how they love Tupac because he speaks for them, and their suffering. I do not understand this, nor will I ever have the life experience to have relatable feelings on the matter. Here is another example of Tupac's success as a mentor and role model...

Yeah nigga
Yo Pac (That's right)
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah)
Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit

[2pac Verse 1]
Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true
Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around
Yo, why ya'll got beef with police?
Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

[2pac Verse 2]
You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz
Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz
2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother
So save two, run for cover
And other bitches from the clan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9
They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww)
Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that)
I'll be a crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

[2pac Verse 3]
Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me
I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers
And nothing but love for eachother
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop
See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew
A crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

Sorry folks, but this man was FAR FROM someone who should be considered a role model or a mentor. He died in the very life that he chose to die in. We all have choices in this world, and Tupac made his, and paid the ultimate price for it. Now, before you get all in a huff over my irreverence toward this man, listen to me. I see Tupac as an INCREDIBLE talent. His ability to speak to people and move them to empowerment is undeniable. He was a man of vast ability and drive. Tupac Shakur took what was an unbearable pain and made it into a billion dollar business. That is the American way. You take what you can, and you make the best of it. The only problem is, it was the best for HIM, not for society itself. He MAY have intended the lyrics to be heard and understood one way, but as with any art form, it is open for interpretation. Tupac may very well have killed more young men and women than he saved. We can only speculate on the true impact of this genre of music. I am not concerned for the suburban brats who sag their pants and hang his poster on the wall, I am concerned for the young men and women who live the same life as Tupac. I am concerned that their ability to relate to him, and his music will be their demise. There is an air of justification for their actions in his music. The words may sound as if they are carrying one message, but the whole composition itself holds quite a different effect. There is an anger and resentment that is apparent to anyone who listens and feels the music, not just reads the lyrics or turns the station when they hear the pounding baselines.

So, I read this article this morning about the Catholic Church including one of Tupac's songs as part of their My Space music list. I am stunned. I sat back in my chair and took a moment to think about what the motivation here must be. Well, it didn't take me long to come to the conclusion that Tupac and The Vatican have a shared motive. Money. I will, however, give credit where credit is due. I DO enjoy the fact that The Vatican just shot itself in the ass with their customer base. By that, I mean, how many good, white, racist Catholics just felt like they have been deeply betrayed? That gives me a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach to know that there are white mommies and daddies who will no longer allow their children to be on The Vatican's My Space page. I mean, it is ok for them to aknowledge artists like Tina Turner and Nat King Cole, after all, thems is good entertainment, quality, down home, obedient colored folks. But TUPAC SHAKUR??? Oh my, what would grandma say, assuming she even knew what My Space is. There it is, folks. My Space is a draw for the next generation. It is young, and has abandoned the backwards thinking generation that hates technology and the constant hustle and bustle of "kids today". Put very simply, they are trying a new recruiting method. It is brlliant in one way, and incredibly foolish in another. What the good perverts of the Vatican seem to forget is that racism still runs with vigor through the world. Do these morons think that just because Tupac was American and we now have a black president, that they are free to welcome a brotha into their ranks of morally upstanding and superior? NOPE! They are trying to show how "open minded" they are, and prove to the world that they are not the judgemental dickheads that we, without indoctrination, already know that they are? They have to be kidding, right?

Sadly, they are not kidding. They think that if they succumb to the pressures of the next generation and show how "hip and open minded" they are, their chances of recruiting are better. What an unbelieveable bunch of BULLSHIT! Let me remind all of you that this is the organization that dictates who can and cannot marry. They dictate what you can and cannot do with your own bodies. They STILL hold women as second class citizens within their ranks. This is all fine and good for the catholic, straight white male, but how in the name of FUCK, can one rationalize the life of a man like Tupac Shakur and the teachings of the Catholic church?

Hey fuckheads, yeah, you, Father whatever the fuck, are you completely insane? I will bold this part for you. TUPAC SHAKUR'S MUSIC WAS A REFLECTION OF GANG VIOLENCE. IT BROUGHT TO LIGHT THE SUFFERING AND DEATH OF THOUSANDS OF BLACK MEN AND WOMEN AT THE HANDS OF CORRUPT POLICE FORCES AND RACIST, HATEFUL WHITES! HE ALSO BROUGHT BLACK ON BLACK CRIME TO OUR ATTENTION, AND FED THE RACISTS WHO JUSTIFY THEIR DEATHS! HE WAS A MAN WHO WAS NEVER SILENT ABOUT HIS LOVE OF GOD AND HIS FAITH. HE DIED AT THE OTHER END OF A GUN ONLY BECAUSE HE DIDN'T SHOOT FIRST! HE HAS RECRUITED MORE YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN TO FOLLOW HIM THAT YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE! BUT YOU, YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE, THINK THAT YOU CAN MAKE ONE OF HIS SONGS AN EXAMPLE OF HOW TO LIVE, AND YET PREVENT GAY MEN FROM MARRYING EACH OTHER???? YOU ARE FUCKING INSANE!!!!

Come on, guys. Why no big press release and speech from the head of your band of goons on this WONDERFUL new acceptance to your ranks? OH, I know why, because you have a target audience and you DAMN WELL know better than to make it TOO public and lose your base. I can't even come up with a list of adjectives for what I think you are for pulling this stunt. You just keep bending the rules to fit what the times demand. You are doing whatever a good business does to keep up with the changing times. I can see that. Unfortunately, your bleating sheep cannot. If they can't see you for what you are, they are even more idiotic than I once thought. The Catholic church just made a man who lived his life based in money, crime, anger, theft, violence, rape, hatred, intolerance, greed, and blasphemy an example of what is good.

Hey, maybe I am being too hard on them. Maybe Father whatever the fuck REALLY sees the pure artistry and pain of the inner city black man. Maybe he sees the suffering of humanity through the lyrics of a dead gangster rapper. Maybe he, in his heart, knows that if Tupac had the opportunities provided to the middle class, white catholic he would still be alive and working as an accountant somewhere. Maybe he knows, all too well, the trappings of poverty and the anger that can arise from it. Maybe he sees that our youth is in desperate need of positive role models, and also has the ability to discern symbolism for reality. I highly doubt that last one. So do you, don't you Father whatever the fuck. As a matter of fact, that is what you are "banking on", isn't it? Maybe what you actually want is some of that money that they are spending on Tupac posters, and not in your organization. After all, if they take Tupac's lyrics literally, they will take your "lyrics" literally too.

Merry Fuckin Christmas!

'Tis the season for detecting Epilepsy in your family members. It's "twinkle light" time, folks! I watched my next door neighbor hang his twinkly lights that are loosely designed to resemble ice cycles. This man should consider a career in the circus. He must have missed this year's ladder safety training. I don't know if all of you realize this, but there ARE instructions on your ladder. When they tell you that this ladder is to be placed on a level surface and you are NOT to step above the yellow part, they mean it. When did twinkle lights become more important to us than the safety and well being of our family members? I see this every year, wives standing on the ground or in the doorway pointing out that the lights are sagging or not EXACTLY lining the gutter. Come on guys, get over that fear of falling 4 stories to your death, and hang the damn lights so that the whole neighborhood can be in awe of how perfectly straight they are!

For me, twinkly lights are the core symbolism of the Christmas season. I drive past people's homes with string upon string of twinkly lights all blinking in different rhythms, colors clashing and making your head hurt, perfectly lined gutters with trees that look like a midget just threw them randomly in the air, and where they land is where they stay. What the hell is wrong with you people?? Listen to me. I don't know who the hell came up with the idea that red and green should EVER be used together in decorating. I do know this though, that big inflatable snow globe that contains a man with a beer belly wearing a red suit, and little people that resemble children is obnoxious and really does not help to accentuate the blinking blue ice cycle lights hanging from your porch railing. By far, my favorite pointless holiday decoration has to be the cemetery wreath, it ranks right up there with the flagpole with lights creatively strung from the top to resemble a pine cone. Oh sorry, that was Pagan/Wiccan symbolism. You mean it to look like a tree, huh? Oh well, you should know that is Pagan too. Yes, that's right. Jesus had NOTHING to do with pine trees. That is a little detail you should have investigated before you stole the symbolism for your "Christian holiday". But I digress, back to cemetery wreaths. You Do know that whoever is buried there is dead, right? I am just asking because I can not figure how this is a reasonable tradition. Nothing says "Merry Christmas" like driving past a vast sea of death and seeing hundreds of green circles with red bows on them.

I also question this little decorating contradiction. Why the hell do you have Santa on the roof in a red sleigh and pulled by reindeer while displaying a Nativity scene in the front lawn? Why not light a menorah and hang the star of David from your tree just to make sure you have all the bases covered! Now, don't forget about hanging strings of blinking stars and snowflakes all around your red, green and black candles. You don't know what that is? Ok, it is for Kwanzaa celebrations. I know, I know, "that is just a made up holiday, blah blah..." Are you kidding me? You jackasses worship the idea of a child born to a virgin (you need to look up the word virgin), and being given gifts from kings who travelled HOW FAR following just a star, all the while believing some shit about a fat man breaking into your home to bring you shit that YOU just bought. YET, you call THAT holiday made up? Seriously?

Ok so, I am willing to let all of that slide. As ridiculous as it all is, I get it. You want a reason to shop. That is all this boils down to, right? We have to shop for the newest decorations. We have to shop for our co workers that we bitch about everyday. We have to shop for our already over indulged children. We have to shop for the inlaws that you see once a year ONLY because you have to. Wait a minute. Am i missing the point here? Maybe I am. Let me do some thinking on it.

I am done thinking now. This is the conclusion that I have come to. You are all full of shit. How do you hear terms like "Black Friday", "biggest shopping day of the year", "Christmas madness sale" and really think that this holiday has anything to do with anything other than greed? You call this the "season for sharing and giving", but come on now. I hear people complain about their gifts, compare the monetary value of one gift versus another, complain about the "stress of the season", and I think you are all insane.

Someone PLEASE explain to me how the birth of "the son of god" and being brought gifts from three kings translates into "Black Friday". For those of you who don't know what that actually means, it means the day that retail stores go "into the black", in other words, MAKE THE MOST MONEY!

HAHA, and you Christians use the term "Jewish" for being greedy or cheap. Go buy another set of twinkle lights and scream at your husband to hang them straight. Just please thank the Pagans for 90% of your stupid Christian tradition. Have fun at church on Christmas, just make sure you buy a new outfit for the occasion, Petite Sophisticate needs to make it into the black.

I will be at home with my kids, living in the real world and explaining to them where these traditions really come from, and what sharing actually is. I know that sounds crazy, but it works for me. We will have fun, relax and enjoy each other's company, whether or not Wal Mart makes it into the black. Your nativity scene and twinkle lights may say Christmas to you, but family and love are what your stupid commercial holiday means to me. Thank you, I will steal it from you the same way you have stolen it for hundreds of years. Thanks again, and Merry fuckin Christmas holiday shoppers!

What are the colors of humanity?

How wonderful it must be to be blissfully clueless. My son was hospitalized this week due to a severe asthma attack. I live in a city where we are lucky enough to have high quality hospitals and medical care. We recently built a new hospital dedicated to the care of children. Our previous medical facility for this purpose was a bit outdated and structurally unsound. This was my first visit to the new facility.

When I pulled up to the emergency entrance at 12 midnight, the neatly dressed valet greeted us at our vehicle wearing his bright red jacket and a smile. We were efficiently escorted from our vehicle and into the building. We entered the building through brand new doors and were stunned by a visual experience that would make the Vatican green with envy. The floors are literally paved in gold and gemstones. The tile glitters and the walls are adorned with mosaic art. There was a spiral staircase that seemed to be endless swirling it's way past beautiful windows that gazed out upon the beauty of our city. There are bilious murals that guide you down hallways that are wide enough to accommodate vehicle traffic. Gracing every corner is a kiosk designed to direct you wherever you need to go through a system of color coding with "fruit" as the identifying color. Located conveniently near each kiosk is a security booth and mac machine. Everything is clearly labeled and there is always someone to provide assistance, if necessary.

We were efficiently registered and waited no longer than 5 minutes for a nurse to escort us to the emergency room. The nurses are all dressed in playfully bright scrubs and stuffed toys dangle from the stethoscopes. The room where my son was treated was instantly packed with several nurses and two physicians. I gazed around the room, amazed by the efficiency and the technology that swirled around me. Within minutes, my son was stabilized and comfortable. No one seemed rushed or panicked and the atmosphere was that of just carrying on business as usual.

Now that my son is stable and sleeping, I require coffee. I ask the nurse where I can locate the cafeteria. She provides efficient directions, but asks me if I would like her to get it for me. I declined the offer, being as I needed to take a walk. I am adorned with a visitors pass, and exit the ER. I traveled through this hospital expecting to find the typical cafeteria, lacking any luster and comfort. I was wrong. The cafeteria is a secured area. It requires a pass to open the door. I assume that this is additional security to keep our children safe from the outside threats that can present themselves in a crowded environment. I entered a nauseatingly cheerful scene. There are dried foods that decorate the counters, a vast selection of child friendly foods and snacks, and endless counters with dozens of choices in foods. The seating area overlooks a courtyard with chaise lounge chairs and brightly trimmed window panes. The landscaping is simple as to not distract from the beautiful paving of the enormous patio, complete with tables, chairs and umbrellas. That too, is a secure door. The art on the walls is that of children's shadow boxes. The frames are hand-painted and the boxes contain the imagination of a child free of illness. The light fixtures are soft and comforting, not the harsh fluorescent bulbs of the past.

After several hours, my son is transferred to the Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit. If you think that this place is over the top, you haven't seen anything yet. Upon entering the NICU, the family waiting room is located just to your left and prior to the security desk that you must visit in order for the nurse to open the locked door to the unit. Once identified as the child's family member, access is granted. One thing that impacted me immediately was silence. There was no beeping of monitors, no loud proclamations over a loud speaker, just silence and smiling faces. I wondered how it was so quiet. Then I realized why. Each room within the NICU has a sound proof glass sliding door. There is no more of the cheap wooden doors, or curtains separating patients from each other. Every room in the NICU is a private one. When I walked through the door to my son's room, I couldn't believe my eyes. I have stayed at 4 star hotels with less amenities than this room had. He had a desk in the corner, (in case he wants to start that novel that he has been putting off), there is a couch that opens into a full size bed, a coffee table, a private bathroom, a 32" flatscreen TV, a mobile data center for the nurses, all monitoring equipment is suspended from the ceiling, so as not to be obtrusive or garish. This small child lays in a bed that is fit for a king. He looked so lost in the oversized comfort of his new bed. We close the door behind us, and slide over the bright curtain that provides privacy from passers by.

Located outside of each room in the NICU is another monitor by which the nurses can watch the child's vitals without ever having to enter the room and "disturb them". Below the monitor is another desk complete with a 42" computer screen for them to do their charting and ordering meds from the on site pharmacy. This was sensory overload, for me. I decided that since my son was asleep, that I would venture out to the cafeteria once more. On this trip, I passed the gift shop. I felt as though I had located the local mall. It was enormous and carried everything imaginable. Disney would be proud.

This was when I stopped dead in my tracks, and while staring at the bronze statue of the entire cast of the Wizard Of Oz, remembered a trip to the older Children's Hospital several years prior.

Yes, my son was hospitalized previously at the older facility. It was, again, his asthma. He was admitted to that hospital and spent 4 days total there. It was a fight on the fourth day to get my son released. I had never experienced this before, and was confused by it. From what I understood of hospitals, they were always in a rush to "get the bed emptied". My son had been off of all medication for over 6 hours, at this point. He was spunky, and playing video games on the portable game unit that the nurses had wheeled into his room days prior. I requested that physician release him to go home. This took hours of pleading after multiple excuses as to why they "hadn't processed the paperwork yet". I was beginning to become irritated. Then, the unimaginable happened. Another young boy around 8 years of age was wheeled into my son's room. This child had recently had surgery on his spine and brain stem. He was fastened into one of those horrible head halos that bolt to the child's shoulders. He was moaning in pain when they wheeled him in. There was only a curtain to separate us, so I was privy to all discussions on the other side of that curtain. After approximately an hour, the nurse entered the room to speak with that child's parents. She informed them that they were discharging their son. Both parents were upset and questioned why. They were told, in no uncertain terms, that their child's insurance would not pay for any longer stay in the hospital, and if they wanted him to stay, they had to sign a form stating that they would be financially responsible for the medical bills.

Read that one more time, and let it sink in. I want you to realize that this child was no more than 4 hours out of major surgery and they were discharging him, moaning in pain. His mother was in tears and pleading for another option. the nurse told her that if she wanted to, she could take the child home for 24 hours, and then return and the insurance would pay for another 48 hours total. They were out of options, and had no choice but to begin to pack their son's things to return home. By the way, they wouldn't even validate their parking because they did not enter the hospital via the ER.

At this point, I am enraged and appalled. My son has been NOT receiving treatment for over 7 hours, yet my insurance is being billed ONLY because they are willing to pay. This little boy is being booted out on his backside because his insurance will not pay any further. I stated to the nurse that she could just bill my insurance for that kid because they are defrauding my insurance company anyway by keeping my son there. I then asked her to give the video game console to the other boy so that at least he had something to keep his mind off the pain. She callously stated simply, "no."

So, I look around at this monstrosity of a hospital, and even though I am so very thankful that it is here, I can't help but ask myself a question. What do these beautiful walls have to hide? Does it really matter if the walls and floor are paved with gold, when young children are suffering because their parents cannot afford a stay at a 5 star resort? This thought saddens me, and makes me see this building as Pandora's box. I return to the NICU floor, and as I walk past the family waiting area, I see a grandmother with tears streaming down her face. I see another younger woman sobbing and her mascara rolling down her cheeks. That is the real colors of a child's hospital, people. They are the colors of human suffering and pain. That woman's son will never leave that palace. He will take his last breaths in a brightly colored room full of all the comforts of modern medical technology. How easily we forget how lucky we are. My son will leave there, and remember his stay there as one of fun and safety. But there are others who will never leave, and even more who will never even get the chance to see it.

So, to the administrators, architects, interior designers, and consultants, I make you an offer. I am willing to forego the glittered tile, remove the desk from my son's room, tone down the paint and decorations, and then take that money and donate it to the care of children who cannot afford what my son is lucky enough to have, HEALTH CARE! Goddamnit! You are a hospital. Where the hell have your priorities gone? Do you really think that your lavender paint and big screen tv give any comfort to the families of dead children? Do you think that your beautiful window dressings give comfort to those who cannot afford the thousands of dollars that a one night stay and some antibiotics will cost them? I cannot be bought with a pretty book cover, ladies and gentlemen, because I have seen the pages, and I have read your book. You may have fooled the blissfully clueless, but honestly, do you really care about the health and well being of your community, or just your bottom line? Prove it. Make THAT your priority, and see the colors of humanity for a change. They are more beautiful than your walls can ever hope to be.

I have a better idea...

EAST PROVIDENCE, R.I. – A month of harsh words between Rep. Patrick Kennedy and a strident critic, Roman Catholic Bishop Thomas Tobin, escalated Sunday when the bishop acknowledged asking Kennedy not to receive Holy Communion because of the Democratic lawmaker's support for abortion rights.

The bishop's attempt to publicly shame Kennedy on his abortion stance comes just a few months after the death of his father, Sen. Edward Kennedy of Massachusetts. Tobin told The Associated Press that the younger Kennedy, who has been in and out of treatment for substance abuse, has been acting "erratically."

Their dispute began in October when Kennedy criticized the nation's Catholic bishops for threatening to oppose an overhaul of the nation's health care system unless lawmakers included tighter restrictions on abortion, which have since been added to the House version of the bill. Tobin said he felt Kennedy made an unprovoked attack on the church and demanded an apology.

"The point is, because of his obstinate ... public support of abortion, which is clearly contrary to an essential teaching of the church of a matter of critical morality ... he is then not properly prepared to receive Holy Communion," Tobin said in an interview Sunday. "No one has a right to receive Holy Communion."

The feud escalated after Kennedy told The Providence Journal in a story published Sunday that Tobin instructed him not to receive Communion. Kennedy also claimed the bishop had told diocesan priests not to give him communion, an allegation that Tobin denied.

Kennedy and his spokeswoman did not return repeated calls from The Associated Press seeking comment.

Tobin said he wrote Kennedy in February 2007 and asked him not to receive Communion because of his voting record supporting abortion rights.

The bishop said his letter was prompted by a statement two months earlier from the nation's Catholic bishops. They said that believers who knowingly and consistently break with church teachings on moral issues such as abortion should refrain from Communion, the focus of Roman Catholic worship.

Abortion is a major concern for the Catholic bishops because opposition to the procedure is based on the church's earliest teachings on preserving human life, which have not changed. By comparison, church teaching on the death penalty is not as definitive and has changed over time, making it difficult for church leaders to demand that Catholic lawmakers agree.

Only a few U.S. bishops have said they would outright deny Holy Communion to a Catholic lawmaker who supports policies that violate church teaching. A larger number of prelates have publicly asked a Catholic politician to voluntarily abstain from the sacrament.

For example, Archbishop Joseph Naumann of the Diocese of Kansas City in Kansas had repeatedly said publicly that former Kansas Gov. Kathleen Sebelius, a Catholic Democrat who supports abortion rights, should stop taking Communion until she changes her stance. Sebelius is now President Barack Obama's secretary of Health and Human Services.

Other Catholic politicians have wrestled with the same issue Kennedy faces.

In 1984, former Democratic New York Gov. Mario Cuomo, a Catholic who supported abortion rights and was at the time a potential presidential candidate, delivered a speech at the University of Notre Dame explaining that Catholic lawmakers shouldn't be pressured by church leaders to work for anti-abortion legislation. He said Sunday it's dangerous for the church to pressure politicians because of the potential for unintended consequences.

"If you're required (by the church) to make everybody follow your Catholic role, then nobody would vote for Catholics because it's clear that when you get the authority, you're going to be guided by your faith," the former governor told The Associated Press.

Cuomo said there are two positions a politician can take: They can oppose church doctrine outright or, as he did, accept church teachings personally but refuse to carry them into the public arena where they would affect people of every faith.

"Don't ask me to make everybody live by it because they are not members of the church," Cuomo said. "If that were the operative rule, how could you get any Catholic politician in office? And would that be better for the Catholic church?"

Catholics seemed divided Sunday by the feud between Kennedy and Tobin.

Nancy Sieger, 49, who attended a celebration Sunday for her old parish church in East Providence, questioned whether Kennedy was being treated more harshly than his father, who also supported abortion rights but was given a funeral Mass presided over by Cardinal Sean O'Malley of Boston.

She said most Americans support a separation of church and state.

"I think that the Church really needs to stay out of it," she said.

Anne Mitchell, 74, said she supported Tobin's attempts to keep strong limits on publicly financed abortion.

"Abortion is wrong. It's always wrong," she said. "Keep abortion out of the bills."





I have a better idea. How about you keep your religion out of MY government! Listen up, Mr. Tobin, you are making a very poor business decision here. Your bosses are not going to like it. You are going to cost them membership with your shenanigans, you hypocritical fruitloop! I am guessing that the "Big Kahuna" is not thrilled with you either.

Allow me to isolate and make clear how incredibly assinine you are. You stated the following, "The point is, because of his obstinate ... public support of abortion, which is clearly contrary to an essential teaching of the church of a matter of critical morality ... he is then not properly prepared to receive Holy Communion," Tobin said in an interview Sunday. "No one has a right to receive Holy Communion."

Read that again, Bishop Flunkie. You do NOT have the right to determine who is and who is not fit to receive communion. That would be up to your god, would it not? You seem to have lost touch with your own teachings, and yet you feel empowered enough to make your little pissing contest with Mr. Kennedy part of your faith. Interesting strategy, however lacking it is in logic. As it stands right now, your faith and the teachings thereof do NOT hold political influence. However, you aparently feel that if you bully Mr. Kennedy long enough, you will somehow rise to the surface of superior morality? WRONG! You are correct about one thing, though. No one DOES have a RIGHT to communion. No one also has the right to impose their religious views upon another by means of political influence. That IS what you are doing, here, correct? You have deduced that if you publically shame Mr. Kennedy and his stand on abortion rights, that you will somehow influence him through religiously indoctrinated guilt to change his stand on this issue, or no longer receive communion.

I have a better idea for Mr. Kennedy. Mr. Kennedy, go online and order communion wafers. You CAN do that, you know. Then take them to any ordained idiot whose parish could use a extra couple of bucks *wink wink* and have them blessed. The devour the whole freakin lot of them. Do you feel "closer to god" now? I didn't think so. Heaven forbid, we aknowledge what a scam the humans who run your faith are really perpetrating. Mr. Kennedy, hold on to your faith. Believe in your god. The act of receiving communion is simply ritualistic in nature, and is enforced and manipulated by human beings. Bishop Fuckhead has NO right to tell you whether or not you are "fit to receive communion". He seems to have allowed his "power" to go to his head. You probably should not attend church and drink the wine either, in light of your "substance abuse" issues. My guess is that Bishop Assclown hasn't quite made that connection yet.

Hey Bishop Cornhole, when you assholes pay taxes, you can have an opinion in our politics. Until then, please shove your self righteous religious bullshit straight where your obession lies...your asshole. You are a piss poor representative of people of faith. You have NO RIGHT to impose your views upon another man simply because you do not like his political stand. Now, Mr. Kennedy has a choice. He can abide by your nonsense, and change his stand, or he can continue to practice his faith and tell you to go fuck yourself. Here is the funny part. Let's see how well your bullshit holds up against his career and his income. Much like the organization that YOU work for, his is also driven by popular opinion and the almighty dollar. The difference is, his pays him and yours takes his money. Gee, I wonder who will win. Fuckhead. You don't even know the rules of your own game. Go back to school, son. Daddy is gonna be PISSED!

As for you, 74 year old Anne Mitchell, you are correct about one thing, you just seem to have missed a few words. Let me help you. It should read as follows, "Keep religiously influenced opinion about abortion out of the bills." There, isn't that better now? Listen up, Anne. I have always heard the phrase, "respect your elders". That has never made much sense to me. I can understand respect of your fellow humans, but I refuse to give you more because you have lived longer. You get from me exactly what you deserve, and that is a good swift kick in your shriveled up judgemental ass. If you think that just because you are an old bitter, judgemental, bible beating shrew that I am going to let you off of the hook for such blatent ignorance, you are mistaken. Let me explain it in terms you can understand. Let not the ignorant of the herd become the shepherd. For through his own greed and desires, he will inflict upon the loyal undue and unjust judgement, for only I can cast the hand of righteousness.

You caught me, I made that up. I bet you still googled it, didn't you? Sounds real enough to pass for the same bullshit that you fools have been spewing for hundreds of years. So, without years of translation and transcription, I will tell you what it means. According to YOUR rules, you cannot judge another. Only your god can do that. Uh oh, looks like Annie won't be receiving communion. After all, you are to be spreading the word of your god, not passing judgment or compromising with the enemy.

Don't sweat it though, Annie. Hopefully they will rewrite and change those rules before you croak. One can only have faith. Good luck.

Going, Going...Aren't you gone yet?????

"Going Rogue", huh? Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, are you EVER going to learn? Now, don't get me wrong, I do love the irony of that title. I mean who would expect a nasty, attention seeking, stupid hypocrite to write a book about how she was treated unfairly, and made the victim. Ok, so there isn't really all that much irony, after all, you are "The Maverick". There is nothing more "rogue" or "maverick like" than writing a book trashing everyone and anyone in the hopes of advancing your career, or bank account, whatever your intention is. Sarah, it has been done a million times over. You aren't "rogue". You are hopeless.

It is incredible that you still have not grasped that there is a bigger world outside of Wasilla. Sarah, I know that many people have tried to explain to you how things work in the real world, but for some reason you are resistant to education. I am going to do my best to speak your language and see if maybe, just maybe, you can grasp what I am saying here.

You weren't running for Homecoming Queen. Senator McCain was. Do you understand what that means? That means that you were just hair and make-up behind the scenes. You were just there to make him look good. If McCain had WON, you would be second runner up to the queen. You know what that means, right? That means unless McCain is unable to fulfill his duties as queen, you simply wait around smiling and hoping that he gets caught having made a tasteful spread in Playboy. THEN, you can step in and wear the crown. Unfortunately, you pushed the queen down the steps BEFORE she was elected. It was a good plan in that Lifetime movie that you watched, but not really a good plan in reality, Sarah. You are supposed to push her when no one is looking, NOT when the cameras are rolling. Cameras record more than just crowns and smiles, sweetie. Here, in the real world, we expect more than just a cheap smile and a cutsie wink. We expect knowledge of the issues, in other words, the "interview" portion of the pageant is more important than the swimmsuit portion. I know that is different than what you are used to, but this isn't a Wasilla popularity contest. This was an election for the Presidency of The United States. It isn't just like the pageants you entered when you were young, just on a bigger scale. You should have watched the end of that movie, Sarah. I saw it too. The bitchy cheerleader that pushed the popular girl down the steps DID NOT win anything. She was disqualified and shunned from all social circles in her school. Do you know who ended up winning that crown, Sarah? It was the girl that no one expected to, the one who really wanted and deserved the crown because she didn't participate in the catty in fighting of the other contestants. "Her" name was Barack Obama.

Now Sarah, you have written a book. That very statement makes me chuckle. YOU writing a book conjures up a visual that makes me laugh out loud. I can just see you now, hair all perfectly in place, prop glasses on, legs crossed, and hunkered over a keyboard with your two index fingers poised above the keys, tongue protruding from the corner of your mouth, and a strained expression on your face trying to remember the "i" before "e" rule. You didn't really write this book, honey. You bitched and moaned the same old crap into a device that records your idiocy, and then someone with punctuation and grammar skills wrote it for you.

Sarah, do you really think that anyone gives a shit about what catfights you had with whom in the McCain camp? No honey, we still don't care. The only people who will read, and care about what is contained within your book are the people who voted for McCain and defended you. They are just looking for ANY reason to justify the brain fart that made them think you were, in any way, qualified and competent to do this job. They can read all about how you were manipulated and duped by everyone who you came in contact with. Now pay attention here, Sarah. If you are THAT easily swayed and manipulated, do you REALLY think that you are capable of dealing on an international level? I want you to think about that. You can't just bake warm cookies and send them to the Middle East wrapped in pink cellophane. Kim Jong Il doesn't care that your kid has Down Syndrome. As a matter of fact, he would tell you that you should have killed him and eaten him for dinner. He isn't very nice, Sarah. He is like Simon Cowell on American Idol. He will make you cry. I don't think you are ready for that yet.

Katie Couric is really a thorn in your backside, isn't she? Don't you just hate those smart girls that run the school newspaper? They are so irritating with all of their nosy questions. They spend way too much time in the school library and not nearly enough time behind the bleachers to really understand what you are all about. Sarah, she doesn't want to be your friend. She knows that you will just marry the quarterback of the football team, move into a trailer and breed. She is looking for a career, and using you to accomplish that. You should stay away from girls like her, she reads books. Here is what you should do, instead of writing about how she was so mean to you. You should start an "I hate Katie" page on Facebook. That way, every time you think about how much you hate her, you can just post your thoughts there. Other people who hate Katie, like Kate Gosselin, the Octomom, and Ann Coulter can join your page and comment too. This way, trees don't have to die so that your snarky nonsense can be published.

Oh, Levi. This is what we like to call a "political liability", Sarah. I am glad to see that you left him out of the book. I just couldn't handle hearing him go on to Katie Couric about your late night toking on the bong, or the swing in your bedroom. I have a feeling that is about all Levi can come up with in regard to "dirt" on you. The sad thing is you actually fear him! Do you really think that good ol' Levi grasped ANY part of the political goings on around him? Of all the people that you have pissed off and pissed on throughout your "career", LEVI is the one you fear? This really reflects your own understanding of what is and is not important to the American People outside of Wasilla. You paraded this kid around like a deer trapped in headlights, claiming that he was going to be a responsible father. Now he is posing for Playgirl and has dumped your daughter. This is not a good refection on your decision making skills, Sarah. It is not Levi, himself, that is the liability here. It is YOUR handling of the situation. It is time to grow up, and accept responsibility for your own actions, honey.

Sarah, we all have family members that would make us cringe if we put them in front of a camera. Just ask Bill Clinton. He will explain it to you, in a way that you can understand. He speaks "ignorant hick". The difference is, most people who succeed do so by NOT claiming that their family is anything better than anyone else's. The difference is, they actually mean it. They don't try to do things like, make drinking and driving legal because Uncle John has a drinking problem. Do you understand what I am saying? Bill will explain it to you, assuming he will take your calls. Tell him you are considering taking an internship, then he may pick up.

Now here it comes. It is time for some tough love. Sarah, you are not special. You are not smart. You are pretty "for your age". You have a limited future in local politics. You could probably win queen of a state fair somewhere in the deep south. Other than that, you are finished, Sarah. It is time to go home, pay attention to those kids you claim to live and die for, and get out of the national spotlight. You have embarrassed yourself, and everyone who has supported you. No, I am not jealous, Sarah. I am smart. I am kind of like Katie, only without a camera. I DO have a voter registration card though. It is time for me to tell you that you are more likely to see monkeys fly out of my ass, than for me to EVER vote for you for ANYTHING, let alone President of The United States. I am not alone, Sarah. We are like the pod people in that late night movie you watched the other night. We are many, and we keep multiplying. We are the smart people who are tired of the daytime drama that politics has become. You are symbolic of everything we hate about the political arena, Sarah. Oh, how do I say it so that you can understand?

You would have sold more DVD's titled "Doing Rogue" than you are going to sell of your book "Going Rogue". That is all you are, my dear. You came in last in America's popularity contest, but you still have a shot in porn. Give it a try honey. I think you can still reach your full potential.

Hey Obama, this has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

Palin 2012

American Heroes

Here is Mark McGwire’s chance. For the last four years, he has hidden inside his gated community in Southern California while his reputation and legacy withered among a public that branded him a coward who never followed through on a promise he made under oath before Congress.

One of the lasting images of Mark McGwire is his evasive performance before Congress in 2005.
Now, redemption calls. The St. Louis Cardinals hired McGwire on Monday as their new hitting coach, exposing him to vouching for the very words on which he turned his back. On March 19, 2005, in between informing a roomful of elected officials probing baseball’s steroid problem that “I’m not here to talk about the past,” McGwire found himself engaged in a particularly telling exchange with Rep. Elijah Cummings (D-Md.).
Cummings: “You’re willing to be a national spokesman?”
McGwire: “I’d be a great one.”
Cummings: “So, that means you would do it?”
McGwire: “Be a spokesperson?”
Cummings: “Yes.”
McGwire: “Absolutely.”
If, by absolutely, McGwire meant he’d completely ignore the steroid issue short of a few token donations from his foundation, well, then he’s been a paragon of spokesmandom.

Embrace and own his errors. Speak with candor. Convince a public that he turned his back on four years ago.
Be a hero. The real kind this time.

http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=jp-mcgwire102509&prov=yhoo&type=lgns


Oh, the moral and ethical dilemmas that the almighty U. S of A face. Are there not more important things in this country than whether or not an overpaid "professional athlete" takes a "performance enhancing drug"? I love that term, "performance enhancing drug". I bet their wives would disagree. When I read things like this, and the pseudo disgust for athletes who don't accomplish their fame "naturally", I shake my head in wonder. I hear all kinds of trumped up outrage over some kind of "betrayal" at the hands of men like Mark McGuire. I was an athlete, a long time ago. The human body has limitations. Athletes push their bodies and minds beyond what is possible. That is how they become the "best", at least until someone else pushes further.

The question that we all need to ask ourselves is, why do they push so hard, and so far? The answers are actually pretty simple. The first is fame. The second is money, and the third is personal achievement. What are they achieving? They have the ability to say, "I am the best", or "my team is the best". They have thousands of people adoring them. They make millions of dollars, and live lavish lifestyles. It was YOUR demand to see the bigger and better athlete, it was YOUR willingness to pay hundreds of dollars for their jersey, it was YOUR need to be a part of a group that can claim "bragging" rights for your city that created these monsters. YOU are the ones who tell your children that they need to destroy their young, developing bodies for fame and fortune. YOU are the ones who feel the need to live vicariously through your children and communities. Yet, you are then the ones who express outrage at the idea that they have taken a drug that enhances their abilities. Why? That answer is also a simple one. Those drugs are harmful, and the people who opt NOT to take them are at an unfair disadvantage. Right? Oh come on now, you don't care about an unfair advantage when you are demanding more and more from your children and athletes, unless it is YOUR child, or team who can't make the cut.

Why do we place so much emphasis on the ability to defeat another at a game? This is what all of this boils down to. You aren't racing to help mankind, or expand your knowledge. You are racing to win a game. Baseball is a game. Football is a game. Hockey is a game. Why are these men held to a standard of being a "hero"? Simply, because they were willing to push what was a natural ability to the breaking point and beyond? Many professional athletes donate time and money to their communities. That's great. Where did that money come from? The community who PAID to see them perform! Do you really think that they TRULY give more of a shit about the community than their tax breaks? You are truly naive if you think that a person whose natural drive to defeat another also has the spirit of a true humanitarian.

So now, Mark Mcguire has all but been shunned from public view. He has been cast out like a leper, and why? Because you are pissed off that you made a professional "game player" a hero to your sons and daughters. You trusted a man that you don't even know to be a role model for your children. HA! The joke is on you, and he has made you look like the fool that you are. I say, good for him! He took your money, your adoration, your trust and your status as "hero" and laughed all the way to the bank. The true American spirit shines through. Did you learn anything from his "betrayal"? Nope. You just trusted someone else, because you are an idiot.

I say, let them take steroids. Let them pump whatever they want into their bodies. Hell, give them to your kids! Why stop at dragging a crying child to the fifth practice that week? Hey, if you want to be the best, you have to be willing to do what it takes, right? If you want to be a hero, you have make sacrifices, people. I mean, heroes do that. Think about our war heroes. We have Vietnam, Gulf War, and who knows what will come from "operation Bush lie". They are suffering chemical effects, yet they aren't living a lavish lifestyle and followed by thousands of adoring fans. I figure that if you are to obtain the status of "hero", you should be as fucked up as the REAL heroes that we ignore everyday!

That sounds kind of extreme, doesn't it? Well, it isn't. It is about perspective and priorities. If you have made a hero out of someone who plays a game for a living, then you are a poor excuse for a parent and human being. Don't pretend to be so damn offended when you get caught up in your own stupidity. I guarantee that 75% of the names on your adored jerseys have taken some form of "enhancement drug" at one time or another. You just don't care because they haven't been caught. You will be happy as long as you have your precious titles and trophies. So, why not revel in your pathetic greed? Let them eat roids all day long! Just think of the extra entertainment value that you will get from a roid raging fight on the field! Now THAT is worth $600 a ticket. If you are going to worship gladiators, then put a damn lion in the ring, only the lion is simply a metaphor for steroids.

PS, Make sure you read the warning label on your child's ADD or ADHD or whatever three letter disorder medication you give them. You want to make sure it won't interfere with the steroids. Come on, people, to be the best, you have to be willing to do WHATEVER IT TAKES! YOU are the ones making the demands. Put YOUR child in the arena, and enjoy! Maybe someday, he or she can be a hero too.

Change

On occasion, I have a mellow moment. Ironically enough, the most recent one came while watching Wanda Sykes new stand-up act, "Ima Be Me". Wanda has always caught my attention as an incredibly talented female comedienne. I was listening to her performance, and then I became very aware of what I was witnessing. I was sitting in my middle-class, suburban home watching an African American lesbian perform to a sold out crowd. Her material consisted of her personal life, relationships, politics and aging. She was brilliant.

Her performance prompted me to stop, and think about female comediennes throughout history. I remembered watching The Carol Burnett show, as a kid. I loved her TV spin off, "Mama's Family". Carol Burnett mastered the art of "intelligent slapstick comedy". Joan Rivers shocked the world with her crass and "in your face" style of comedy. People love to hate Joan, and THAT is what has rocketed her to being one of the most reconizable female comediennes of all time. Gilda Radner, and her character "Rosanne Rosanne a dana" sticks in my mind as one of the first memorable performances on Saturday Night Live. Ethyl Merman's performance in "It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World" launched some of my favorite "one liners". She was not known for being a comedic performer, but her natural timing was undeniable. Lily Tomlin graced our screens with timeless comedy performances like "Nine to Five", and "All of Me". Rosanne Barr was the trailer park queen of the 1990s. Her ability to mock herself and "tell it how it is", made her one of the most loved and hated women to ever step foot in the comedy arena.

There has been a transition for women comediennes throughout time. Women were typically "just not funny". I find that still, to be quite true, in many cases. The female performers of the past have been forced to stay within certain confines of what was, and was not acceptable for a woman to say. We were allowed to make jokes about marriage, children and female reproductive issues. That was about it. How many different ways can you make a joke about a tampon, not wanting to have sex, and the perils of motherhood, before it just ceases to be funny? I can tell you that it wore pretty thin in the 1980s. This was the decade when women tried to "come out of their shell" a little bit at a time. We began using harsh profanity and shocking speech to get a laugh. The idea that a woman can tell someone to "go fuck themselves" on stage was a foreign concept to many. Comedians like Eddie Murphy, Richard Prior, Sam Kinison and Dennis Leary had a lock on that market. I think back on the comedy of Lucille Ball, and I have to tell you, I do not find her one bit funny or entertaining. I find her style of comedy to be very dated to the time, and an incredibly poor portrayal of the American woman. Her character was based on the expected and stupid antics of a housewife, and based on the perception of what men wanted women to be, and how we were perceived as just stupid, babbling, air-headed women.

So here we are, Wanda Sykes and Lucille Ball. Wow, what a stark contrast in style. Thanks to comediennes like Joan Rivers, Rosanne Barr, Mo Nique, and Ellen Degeneres, here comes the REAL American woman. Wanda is, both as a comedienne and a person, what embodies the true American woman. She stands in the face of racial and sexual orientation hatred, and says "FUCK YOU, I am going to be me!" These women are CRUSHING the barriers that have been in place for decades. Women aren't just "the silly, stupid" wives of the past. We are forces to be reckoned with. We are smart, witty, quick on our feet, and will show men that we can pack a sold out show by saying the very things that scare the hell out of them. Nice job ladies. Like them or hate them, either way, you will tune in either to laugh or shake your head in disgust. No matter what, you will tune in, and that's where those walls come tumbling down.

This is an incredible time that we are lucky enough to be a part of. There will always be barriers to be torn down in our society. As long as people rule the world, it will be riddled with hate, intolerance, and predjudice. However, in my short thirty five years of life, I have seen walls come down at a rate that, from what I can see, is unprecedented. Wanda Sykes symbolizes the rise of racial minorities, women, and homosexuals. Her success is ALL of our success. Attitudes are changing, and people are tired of hearing "it is ok for you to be whatever, as long as i don't have to see it." Well, folks, not only are you seeing it, but you are paying your hard earned money to see it. Now, THAT is change, real change.

The Prototype...

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Those of you who are familiar with language construction of various cultures and ethnicities know that there are, within one language, many times, several dialects. I have discovered that within the Americanized, bastardized version of English, we too, have different dialects. I am going to create a new standard for dialect detection. It is called "listen to an asshole on their cellphone in public." It is stunning, to me, how many people think that they are the only ones within hearing distance of their conversation.

I spend quite a bit of time in and around the general public. My hope for retirement is to move to a deserted island or mountaintop where there are no cellphones or people who can speak. The only acceptable community will be a mute one. The greatest irritant in regard to cellphone use, is when you are in a confined space, with no exit strategy. For example, I was on an elevator yesterday, and an Asian woman entered while talking on her cellphone. By talking, I mean screaming in a language that I could not understand even if I had a lifetime of study to perfect. I was married to a Chinese man for ten years, and the only thing that I retained was how to swear, and count to ten. That being said, I can also tell you that the Chinese language is one that is spoken at a higher volume than many others. It always sounds like they are pissed off, yet they could be wishing someone happy freakin birthday. This woman was no exception. I wanted to take her phone and shove it so far up her ass that she would need Roto Rooter to get it out. Hey lady, the accoustics in an elevator are NOT condusive to screaming. If the person on the other end of the phone was not deaf before you called them, they are now. There were several other people on the elevator who also seemed to be agitated by her conversation, yet you never hear anyone speak up and tell them to SHUT THE FUCK UP! My guess is that she got a free pass because it was assumed that she would not understand them. Wrong again. SHUT THE FUCK UP, is universal, give it a try once, you will see. Ten bucks say that she speaks English when THAT flies out of your mouth!

When I think of public confined spaces, elevators are the number one social anxiety trap. There is a close second, and that is ANY form of public transportation. I have to ride a small shuttle bus from my place of employment to my parking lot. This ride is, on average, twenty to thirty minutes long. I would like to introduce you to who I have designated to be "the prototype" for EVERYTHING that irritates me about the American social climate. This twenty something woman is the bane of my existance everyday at 3:40pm. I want you to remember one VERY important fact. The ID badge that is clipped to her shirt reads "RN", as in, REGISTERED NURSE! This is the woman who cares for you, and is your lifeline to the doctor that will potentially save your life. Be afraid, be very, very afraid. She enters the shuttle, on her fucking phone. It never fails, she sits right accross from me with her oversized bag/purse/luggage carry-on, whatever the hell it is. I know that you could easily pack enough food to feed a small third world country in it. She always sits in the seat by the window, and places that ugly piece of animal hide on the seat next to her, thus preventing anyone from sitting with her. She then crosses her legs, forcing one knee into the back of the seat in front of her with NO regard for the person sitting there. Her makeup looks like she just walked head on into a wet painting. She holds her oversized phone to her ear and taps her acrylic nails on the case, as if she is sending Morse Code to the other person. The bad news is, they couldn't possibly decipher it over the incessant verbal diarrhea that spews from her bright pink glittery lips. I can't even describe the torture that is felt while she inanely shares every minute of her pathetic existance with the other person. Because of this woman, I have developed an aversion to the word, "like". I know that you are nodding your head in agreement now. We have all heard teenagers abuse the word, but come on you dipshit, you are NOT fifteen anymore. PLEASE develop some form of coherent communication skills, because if I have to hear THIS ONE MORE TIME....

"So, like, I was like so tired last night. Then, like, Travis called and like was like pissed off cuz I didn't answer my phone. Then he like texted me like thirty times like in a row. Then, I like told him that like I can't always, like, answer my phone. I am like, a good friend, but like, I have my limits, like you know? So anyways, like when I like finally talked to him when I was done working, like he said that like he was looking for a job and like that he was thinking about finding a new place to like live. I was like, well, Travis, you like have no money and all that. Then like he had the like nerve to like tell me to like mind my own business! YEAH! I KNOW! So anyways, like when I was done talking to him I like got a text from Abby, and she like told me that like Travis was like pissed at me and all that. I was like, whatever, he is like so immature."

Now, continue that line of thought for another twenty nine minutes, or so. Is this a new dialect within our language that I am unfamiliar with, or is this just more of the same uneducated stupidity that runs rampid in our society? I am going with option "B". I came to that conclusion by putting all of the pieces of the puzzle together. Combine blatent disregard for other people with over self absorption, and you have a nurse who wears pink sweat pants that say "PINK" on the ass. We know they are pink, asshole. OH, you want us to look at your ass? Ok, then get off of the fucking phone, go to the gym, and tone that thing up a bit. THEN you don't have to draw attention to it with print, moron.

I swear that one day soon, I am going to walk up to her and ask to speak to the person on the other end of that phone. I want to ask them two things, firstly, how the fuck do you listen to this everyday? My guess is that the response will be, "Like, who is this?" Then secondly, I will ask her to PLEASE tell this stupid bitch to shut the hell up! I am assuming that it will not pan out so well for me. I know this because of the "birds of a feather" thing. I couldn't bear THIS as a response...

"Like, I don't know who you like think you are, but Alicia is like my bestest friend in the whole world. We like grew up together and like she is so totally the best friend I like ever had, so like, if you don't like her then, like that ain't my problem. Like, I don't know anyone else who like can wear Crocs and and sweatpants and like STILL look good, you know what I'm sayin? So like who don't you like just mind your own business and like leave her alone."

I would LOVE to mind my own business, bitch! That is the problem here, I CAN'T because my head is all clogged up with cheap designer perfume, and the word "LIKE". Stupid twit.

I used to think that texting was stupid and pointless. I now see the necessity for it. We have regressed to communication via the written word after decades of developing technology that allows verbal, personal communication. Why would we do that? Ask "Like Chick". Better yet, ask the people who suffer through the idiotic rantings of her loosly developed vocabulary. Given the choice between hearing one more story about Travis and hearing the beeping of the text, I GUARANTEE they will choose the beeping. Congratulations, "Like Chick", you have become more annoying than a rythmic pattern of beeping and clicking. You ARE the prototype for everything that is wrong with our society, you moronic, self absorbed, obnoxious, ignorant fool.

Who needs talent, when there are Britney and "T"

I made a serious error in judgement this past weekend. I actually tuned in to MTV for a short period of time. I would like to thank the mindless, no talent, freaks who produce this crap for giving me a few more lines on my forehead. I sat there, entranced with my head tilted like a dog who just heard a high pitched noise. Was it the staggering amount of natural talent and charisma of the performers that entranced me? No. Was it the quality programming of the "shows" that balance the sheer genius of the performers? No. I am actually having a difficult time processing and explaining what I just witnessed. However, I will remove the brain to mouth filter, and give it my best shot. (Hey, Lady Ga Ga and Kanye West, that means you.)

I would like to know who determined that, in order to be a singing and dancing performer, that you don't actually have to possess any of those traits, or abilities. Britney, would you PLEASE get the hell off of my television and out of the news! For the love of everything good in the world, would you just admit that you have NO TALENT and a good plastic surgeon who rebuilds you once every two years? You are one more dye job and peel away from Joan Rivers, for gawd's sake. You are NOT hot. Let me say that again. The only "men" who find you hot are children who still look under their sister's Barbie Doll's skirt, HOPING to find an explanation for why they wake up with sticky sheets. Was that to the point enough for you? You are a horrible performer, your looks were always mediocre, at best, you are a disgusting pseudo engineered human being, and the whole world laughs at you. I think that you and Kanye West could have a beautiful relationship, if you moved back home. Call the mother ship, your time here is done.

Now, I understand that the pop culture music industry is sorely lacking any semblance of real talent, but for the love of FUCK, how the hell do you justify filling the empty space between Lady Ga Ga and Chris Brown with a show entitled, "Jackass". For those of you who have not seen this show, I will briefly attempt to describe it. I want you to imagine every person, in your life, who you said "He is going to wind up dead, in rehab, or prison." and put them all on one TV show. That pretty much sums it up. Oh, except for the fact that they also staple their own balls to their legs and drink horse semen. You read that right. I will give you a minute to digest that. (pun intended). Are you back now? Good, because I want you to realize that our society has devolved to a point where the most idiotic of people have become "famous", and have gathered a following greater than Farrakhan's million man march. Maybe if T Pain had thought of it, more than half a million people would have shown up. Speaking of no talent. T Pain, honey, please listen to me. We know why you have to use that microphone. You suck. (you should be thankful, you got off easy.) Actually, I lied. T Pain you suck SO much, that I feel the need to continue. I think we need to take a look at just a small part of one of your works of pure art.

YEAH!
yea, yeah!
Woa, Ohh
nuh-nuh nuh Shawty
nuh-nuh nuh Shawty
nuh-nuh nuh Shawty
Don't chop me, Shawty don't screw me
Shawty don't chop me, Shawty don't screw me
Shawty don't chop me, Shawty don't screw me
Yeah
yea, Yeah

You guys think that I made that up, don't you? I didn't. The credit goes to the pure genius of the music industry combined with the limitless talent of "artists" like T Pain.
Look at those freakin lyrics, people. First of all, I would like to know the difference between "Yeah" and "Yea". Is that just so it LOOKS like there are actually more words to this "song"? Why the dash between the first set of nuh-nuh and not the second? I don't mean to insult your artistic license, T. Can I call you T? I think I will. You managed to make an entire verse of music using exactly four words that actually exist in the english language. That is very impressive. By the way, T, unless your "girlfriend/wife" *translation* "Shawty" is short, what the FUCK does that mean? I give up. I should have just stuck with, "you suck". You do.

Pop culture has it's place in this world. It can provide cheap entertainment, (unless you want to see them live or buy anything with their "designer label" on it) for those who don't really like to put too much thought into what is quality and what is not. There are BRILLIANT musicians and talent that knows no limits, yet we are indoctrinated and obsessed with idiots like Britney, Kanye, and, as I like to call him, T. What happened to music being a respected and revered form of communication and expression? I can tell you, it still exists. It is out there, people. Get the hell away from the boob tube, and PAY ATTENTION. There is an entire world of unique and beautiful talent out there. I know that many of you also thought that Bob Ross was an AMAZING painter, but trust me, Van Vogh would cut YOUR ear off for saying so.

I think my good friend, T, said it best,

Now you've officially been chopped and screwed
screwed-screwed, chopped-chopped and screwed
You've officially been dance-dance screwed
And ewed-ewed, chopped screwed-screwed
You've officially been chopped and screwed

*applause*

Holy shit.