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Is There Any Truth In The Entry “Just A Few Words About Niggers”

The person who posted the entry claims to be a rip roaring racist but as a realist he comes up with some points that are worthy of discussion especially how we think when we hear of the word and how much a moral offense it was shoved down our throats if we said the word growing up. I like this posters articles and how he invades this unsuspecting forum to bring his gift of agitation to the brainwashed crowds.

Here is his entry again:

Growing up, the word "nigger" was the worst possible utterance to escape a kid’s lips. It was up there with getting caught smoking or reading a Playboy: a serious moral offense for which you’d be subjected to a tag-team lecture by Mom and Dad. Blood rushed to your face, and you hung your head in shame. Even today, as a budding White nationalist, I blanch at the use of the word. Unless, of course, I am muttering it under my own breath after witnessing some particularly niggerish behavior by, well, niggers.

Yet the word retains power -- and not the "power of reclamation" liberal academics use to refer to the rapper’s use of "nigger." I mean the power to hurt. The power to sting, slice and slash, right into the innards of a black, no matter the age, sex or size of the specimen. A black Harvard Law School professor named Randall Kennedy has just published a book titled Nigger: The Strange Career of a Troublesome Word that purports to examine just these phenomena. I have not read the book, but after hearing him interviewed on NPR and reading a few reviews, I get the basic idea: it is bad if White people say it and good if black people say it, so long as it is all in good fun. Well, whatever. Since I doubt Randall Kennedy shares my views on black people, I doubt if he got to the heart of why "nigger" is indeed such a troublesome word.

Here is why "nigger" hurts so much: Because it is true. Just say it out loud. The word "nigger" pops with onomatopoeic accuracy: the negative sneer of the "neh," the rubbery, bouncing stupidity of the "gg," the disapproving droop of the "er." It conjures an image of big-lipped, big-toothed, frightening-looking black man, bopping threateningly along, shooting his eyes here and there, on the lookout both for opportunities to make trouble and avoid detection.

You know him, because you have seen him. He is a nigger. An honest-to-God, wild-eyed bull nigger. Filthy, ugly and dangerous. His limbs fly about, and he moves with sudden and unsettling jerks. His noises are spastic and threatening -- ape-like hoots, grunts and growls.

"Nigga!" he shouts to his fellow niggers. "Muthafucka! Bitch! Muthafucka Bitch Nigga! Get the fuck out my face, Nigga Muthafucka Bitch-Ass Nigga! Sheeeeaaat, Nigga." The Whites around are all made uncomfortable; they avoid eye contact lest they hear that fearsome bellow: "What the fuck you lookin' at, White-ass muthafucka?" Hell, you don’t have to be a rip-roarin' racist like me to share this discomfort. Listen to the words of one Felicia Lee, a columnist for the New York Times:

The three young black men were on a crowded No. 2 train headed uptown, wearing the compulsory pants that threatened to drop to their ankles. They lost no time in putting on a show that runs frequently, often greeting subway riders between 2 and 4 p.m. as schools let out. The young men traded a blizzard of "nigger" this and "nigger" that, complemented by vulgar references to women, sexual acts and gays. Commuters of all colors cringed and avoided eye contact.

Of course, aversion to this unseemly black behavior must be wrapped in thick blankets of concern for other oppressed groups, lest Lee be tagged a racist. But let’s just out with it: "Nigger" may be an ugly word, but that only stands to reason. Niggers are ugly. Maybe the word needs unsheathing. The more blacks insist on invading our schools, our communities and our way of life, all based on the insistence that they are just dark-skinned White people, they may need to be told: "You are not wanted here because you are a nigger! Got it? Now get out!" As Oliver Wendell Holmes once said, I am tired of worshiping at the Shrine of the Great Nigger.

The terms of insult for Whites, by contrast, do not cut so well. "Honky" just sounds silly; when Whites hear it, they laugh, recalling George Jefferson from "The Jefferson's." Same for "cracker," "white devil," or any of the others. The fact is that a mostly-quality, secure people aren’t offended by terms of insult for them dreamed up by their haters.

But "nigger"hurts. Because blacks are in fact often stupid, irresponsible and threatening, the very attributes conjured by the word. And they seem to know it. Words hurt, but the ones that hurt worst are the ones that are TRUE...

Thank You,
Master Chef Vapor

My best buddy

Ever since I had my teeth pulled you have been my friend.

You are always there for me when I need you the most.

I don't think of you often, but when I do you are always willing and eager to help relieve my stress.

The last time we hung out was strange. I stumbled around and tripped on stuff in my messy room. I had a strange dream about ninjas and **what?** Mr Ig's balls??!! I'd better tell him they're still under the sofa, on top of that picture of Jesse Ventura. I could use the reward around here.

So anyways.

Like I was saying, friend.

I wanted to tell you that I'm worried about what will happen to me when you're not around anymore. What about when my tail bone aches so bad that it hurts to move? Or how about all of my sinus infections? I don't think I could last 3 days on a sinus infection without you. Sometimes my ear and jaw ache so bad that I have to go hide in the bathroom until I can stop my eyes from watering. Obviously we can't hang out while I'm working.

But who can comfort me like you do?

Maybe I should take up drinking. After all, I'll be 21 in a month.

Nah. I don't even like alcohol.

Whatever. The point is, I just wanted to tell you that I am still thinking of you. Hope to see you soon.

Love always,

N

Cocksuckers and You.

"Cocksuckers." - Al, "Deadwood"

Daddy's Little Girl

A father watched his young daughter playing in the garden. He
smiled as he reflected on how sweet and pure his little girl was. Tears
formed in his eyes as he thought about her seeing the wonders of nature
through such innocent eyes.

Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went over
to her to see what work of God had captured her attention. He noticed she
was looking at two spiders mating. "Daddy, what are those two spiders
doing?" she asked.

"They're mating," her father replied.

"What do you call the spider on top?" she asked.

"That's a Daddy Longlegs," her father answered.

"So, the other one is a Mommy Longlegs?" the little girl asked.

As his heart soared with the joy of such a cute and innocent
question he replied "No dear. Both of them are Daddy Longlegs."

The little girl, looking a little puzzled, thought for a moment,
then took her foot and stomped them flat, saying "Well, we're not having
any of that Brokeback Mountain shit in our garden."

Letting Go

For three years, I was everything to you. You were and are STILL everything to me. I haven't stopped crying in four days and I haven't eaten either.

How can you just act like I'm just another person? Like we never shared something special or anything? How can you be okay and I be such a mess?

You weren't just my boyfriend-- YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND. Who do I cry to now? Who do I lean on? I'M ALONE. I'm all alone. And you couldn't care less. You know I'm a wreck-- but you don't care.

You're everywhere, you're in everything and I can't get you out of my mind. I dream about you and wake up sick in the middle of the night thinking about you-- where you are, what you're doing-- if you're okay. How do I deal with this on my own?

Its like you're made of stone-- where are your emotions? Where is the love?

I need love. I need someone to care about me.

is this for real?

if it is - this is badass. I thought this might be a cool idea - so I googled anonyblog.

And found this site. I'm 4 years late - but this is awesome.

I just wanted to let the world that I hate immature people. Don't expect me to treat you like a grown-up if you're still a child. And don't be inappropriately mature at times, and ruin fun.

Learn to balance.

A father watched his young daughter playing in the garden.
He smiled as he reflected on how sweet and pure his little girl was. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought about her seeing the wonders of nature through such innocent eyes. Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went over to her to see what work of God had captured her attention. He noticed she was looking at two spiders mating.
"Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" she asked.
"They are mating," her father replied.
"What do you call the spider on top?" she asked.
"That's a Daddy Long-legs," her father answered.
"So, the other one is a Mommy Long-legs?" the little girl asked.
As his heart soared with the joy of such a cute and innocent question he replied,
"No dear. Both of them are Daddy Long-legs."
The little girl, looking a little puzzled, thought for a moment, then took her foot and stomped them flat, saying, "Well, we're not having any of that Brokeback Mountain shit in our garden."

Oh-well

I'ms gonna leave soon to gets my right kid-knee taken out.....I'm hungry!

Addiction Impossible

What is an addiction?

I'm not asking you that question. I'm asking ME that question.

Sadly, I have to define the word for myself in order to argue that I am not addicted. (Once again, to myself.)

I am not an addict. I am not addicted. I do not have an addiction.

I can use it in any form I wish-- but which one can I deny enough to the point where I will get myself some help?

Does one have an addiction when...

You do it alone, and seclude yourself on purpose just so you can do it
You hide it often, even from those who wouldn't be bothered by it
You manipulate others so you can get it
Once you have some, you just want more and think about the next time you will get it
You keeping having more while you're telling yourself no
You can't tell yourself no and listen
You can only control the amount you have if you try exceptionally hard-- and only half those times are successful
You talk yourself into thinking its alright to do, when your first judgment is bad
It's causing some physical/mental health issues, but you blame something else for them
(Just so you know, I was going to change what I wrote above. I was going to put: It MAY be causing some physical/mental health issues... Thats terrible!)
You really need money, but that it is not an option to sell it.
You try to ration it so it lasts a while

But it's not an addiction because...

I don't spend any money on it. (Gas money? I guess thats not very true.)
I don't get it often.
I can tell myself no... sometimes

But its such a horrible word... ADDICTION .... its so mean and degrading. Its so angry at you! Its disappointed in you. Its unforgiving.

I don't have an addiction! Thats impossible.

A FEW THOUGHTS ABOUT NIGGERS

Growing up, the word "nigger" was the worst possible utterance to escape a kid’s lips. It was up there with getting caught smoking or reading a Playboy: a serious moral offense for which you’d be subjected to a tag-team lecture by Mom and Dad. Blood rushed to your face, and you hung your head in shame. Even today, as a budding White nationalist, I blanch at the use of the word. Unless, of course, I am muttering it under my own breath after witnessing some particularly niggerish behavior by, well, niggers.

Yet the word retains power -- and not the "power of reclamation" liberal academics use to refer to the rapper’s use of "nigger." I mean the power to hurt. The power to sting, slice and slash, right into the innards of a black, no matter the age, sex or size of the specimen. A black Harvard Law School professor named Randall Kennedy has just published a book titled Nigger: The Strange Career of a Troublesome Word that purports to examine just these phenomena. I have not read the book, but after hearing him interviewed on NPR and reading a few reviews, I get the basic idea: it is bad if White people say it and good if black people say it, so long as it is all in good fun. Well, whatever. Since I doubt Randall Kennedy shares my views on black people, I doubt if he got to the heart of why "nigger" is indeed such a troublesome word.

Here is why "nigger" hurts so much: Because it is true. Just say it out loud. The word "nigger" pops with onomatopoeic accuracy: the negative sneer of the "neh," the rubbery, bouncing stupidity of the "gg," the disapproving droop of the "er." It conjures an image of big-lipped, big-toothed, frightening-looking black man, bopping threateningly along, shooting his eyes here and there, on the lookout both for opportunities to make trouble and avoid detection.

You know him, because you have seen him. He is a nigger. An honest-to-God, wild-eyed bull nigger. Filthy, ugly and dangerous. His limbs fly about, and he moves with sudden and unsettling jerks. His noises are spastic and threatening -- ape-like hoots, grunts and growls.

"Nigga!" he shouts to his fellow niggers. "Muthafucka! Bitch! Muthafucka Bitch Nigga! Get the fuck out my face, Nigga Muthafucka Bitch-Ass Nigga! Sheeeeaaat, Nigga." The Whites around are all made uncomfortable; they avoid eye contact lest they hear that fearsome bellow: "What the fuck you lookin’ at, White-ass muthafucka?" Hell, you don’t have to be a rip-roaring racist like me to share this discomfort. Listen to the words of one Felicia Lee, a columnist for the New York Times:

The three young black men were on a crowded No. 2 train headed uptown, wearing the compulsory pants that threatened to drop to their ankles. They lost no time in putting on a show that runs frequently, often greeting subway riders between 2 and 4 p.m. as schools let out. The young men traded a blizzard of "nigger" this and "nigger" that, complemented by vulgar references to women, sexual acts and gays. Commuters of all colors cringed and avoided eye contact.

Of course, aversion to this unseemly black behavior must be wrapped in thick blankets of concern for other oppressed groups, lest Lee be tagged a racist. But let’s just out with it: "Nigger" may be an ugly word, but that only stands to reason. Niggers are ugly. Maybe the word needs unsheathing. The more blacks insist on invading our schools, our communities and our way of life, all based on the insistence that they are just dark-skinned White people, they may need to be told: "You are not wanted here because you are a nigger! Got it? Now get out!" As Oliver Wendell Holmes once said, I am tired of worshiping at the Shrine of the Great Nigger.

The terms of insult for Whites, by contrast, do not cut so well. "Honky" just sounds silly; when Whites hear it, they laugh, recalling George Jefferson from "The Jefferson’s." Same for "cracker," "white devil," or any of the others. The fact is that a mostly-quality, secure people aren’t offended by terms of insult for them dreamed up by their haters.

But "nigger"hurts. Because blacks are in fact often stupid, irresponsible and threatening, the very attributes conjured by the word. And they seem to know it. Words hurt, but the ones that hurt worst are the ones that are TRUE...

Today

Today I had fun thinking about a co worker.

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mother f'ing father's day

so tomorrow's father's day huh...on one hand I hate the day and think it's a load of bullshit. On the other hand however, I think it's a good day but only for certain dads. Just because a man donates his sperm (by this I am referring to actual sperm donation, like to a sperm bank, or sleeping with a woman and getting her pregnant, meaning to or not meaning to cause the pregnancy) doesn't mean that he's a father or gets a day to celebrate ejaculating one specific time. Some dads are complete pieces of shit and don't deserve to call themselves a father. Being a dad, a real dad, is hard work.
There are (or were I guess I should say...more explanation on this later) 3 men in my life and all 3 consider themselves to be dads. One died about 2 years ago, he was my biological father. He got my mom pregnant and thats about it. Never paid a dime in child support, rarely called to talk to me and even less rarely he stopped to see me. The times he did stop by my house to see me he was hammered and sadly he was even driving around while drinking a beer. Yup, I can remember smelling booze on his breath as he tried to kiss me and hug me. Ughh...i remember being completely disgusted but feeling like I didn't have any choice. I vaguely remember being completely grossed out and feeling terribly as I pursed my lips together as hard as I could and waiting for it to end. All I wanted was to run back inside and be away from him. I've never told anyone this before, but I've always remembered this and never really known if the memory was correct or if it actually happened this way, but I think he was trying to stick his tongue in my mouth. I was about 6 years old at the time so I don't think I could make that kind of memory up. Wow...Its hard to believe I was even able to type that sentence. I guess that's what anonymous blogs are for huh... I didn't cry much when he died. I can't even say that I really cared much that he died. I went to the funeral, but only because I knew that I was expected to be there. I never loved him. Even when he was alive I would tell myself that I wouldn't cry if he died. So I was wrong, I did cry...but I was right that it wouldn't make much of a difference he was alive or dead to me. Is that wrong? Am I a terrible person for not caring that someone who created me, but never helped raise me or did anything to help me get to where I am today, is dead? Should I be sad and wish that I had gotten to know him before he died? Cause i'm not.
Then there is someone who was there for me, but only for a short time. My younger brother's dad. He lived with us until I was about 6 and then my mom left him. I didn't find out until I was about 18, but it was probably better that way anyway, but this man was the reason we became dirt poor. He spent all his money on drugs and clothes for himself. He took out loans in my moms name and didn't pay them. He ruined her credit and ran up thousands of dollars in debt. Debt that she sucked up and paid after years and years of struggling to make ends meet. She made the right decision by leaving him. He contacted us when I was about 7, 15 and now that i'm 24 he's coming back with the same load of bullshit he always gives us. I'm changed! I'm clean! I was wrong, forgive me! And expects my brother, mother and I to welcome him back with open arms. I haven't heard from him in almost 10 years and he wants to snap his fingers and make everything ok again. Well, guess what buddy...it doesn't fucking work like that. You can't completely fuck over your girlfriend and child you created and expect them to just be ok with everything! Not only did you take all the money we did have, but you took all the money that we didn't have. We had nothing for years and my poor mother did everything she could to take care of us. I can't even bring myself to reply to a single email that he's sent me. Of all places, he found me on myspace. How disgusting is it to see the man you once called "daddy" (i did call him that when I was a small child) find you on myspace where he's trying to pick up women. I'm completely grossed out.
So i've had some trouble with men in my life. They all seem to be completely obsessed with making no one happy, but themselves. Selfish assholes. Pieces of crap that didn't deserve a 2nd chance. Or a 3rd or 4th and now 1 of them wants a 5th. I don't know whether to blame it on bad luck or my mom's bad decisions. Every man she dates seems to be a piece of shit. I, on the other hand, am attempting to make much better decisions in my choices of suitable partners. The 3rd man on my list is a diamond sparkling and glistening in a sea full of cheap, fake, good for nothing cubic zirconia. He actually is a good...really, really good...father. Our son loves him so much. I did get pregnant on accident, but it was the best accident of our lives. My fiancee has been more of a father than any other man i've ever known or even seen in my life. He was even a stay at home dad for our son. Our son even asks for daddy more than he asks for mommy. He knows what our son needs and knows how to do everything that I can do. He changes diapers, gives baths, feeds him, clothes him and plays with him. He is a truly amazing father. If anyone deserves this day, it's him. Either i've become extremely lucky or I've made some really good decisions in my life. I've had a rough time getting to this point, but maybe this means that I truly am deserving of everything I have. Yay, happy ending! Wish me luck tomorrow...the fiancee's family can be a little overwhelming most of the time and they want us to announce our engagement. This, by the way, is completely and utterly something we do NOT want to do. We don't want a big giant deal about our engagement because none of them are going to be invited to the wedding. No one is going to be invited to the wedding. We want to elope! I know this is going to disappoint a TON of people ( especially his family) and fuck everyone else! This is going to be OUR day not everyone elses. Anyway, I know everyone will ask about the wedding tomorrow if ( or when...i have a terrible feeling that this engagement is going to have a hugely overwhelming announcement tomorrow whether I like it or not...) and they are all going to be all hurt when they don't actually get invited. Well I guess I've done plenty of ranting and rambling for one evening. Maybe i'll write again sometime who knows.
Anonymous girl

Souf Dakota Niggazz

His Esteemed Excellency Eminence Kody R Bear and Sir Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey were locked in deep conversation in the bar at the Kensington Palace.

"Magogo you really must change the colors on your MySpace page. That piss yellow back ground won't do at all. But I do like the Kangaroo cursor. That was a nice touch."

"Thanks Yo Eminence"

"Magogo it has not escaped my attention that you have been working very hard. You've made a lot of new friends. Do you anticipate dating any of them because I would really like to see that.", laughed the Bear.

"Well Excellency I done wrote Donna Doll a letta axtin her iffin I could be in one of her movies. But she ain't don't write back", sighed the Monkey.

"Magogo do honestly think you're going to perform with any of those gir....Good lord! What is that smell? What are you wearing?"

"Yo Eminence it's watermelon cologne."

"Jeeze! You need to stop using that faggot shit! Don't they make a fried chicken cologne? Well as I was saying, all you've done is create a porn site. I mean let's look at your stats. Only 140 profile views? And I'll bet half of those have been you. I'd hardly call that taking over the Internet would you? And where is that youtube site you were supposed to be working on?"

"But Yo Benevolence Yo has only gots 105 prof....."

"Silence! Don't forget that I've also got a new site on Babies on Line! It's already generating comments!"

"Any hatred yet Yo Eminence?"

"Regrettably not. But it is possible providing they don't catch onto me and boot me off again. Any word from the MMTF?"

"Yeah Excellency. Dey say somebody been lookin at us from Malvern, South Africa."

"Good Lord that's not far from here. I want you to stay on that Magogo. Keep me informed. I am a very bored Bear these days Magogo. Let's go over to Anonyblog and see what's going on. Damn! We're already here! Good Lord Magogo! Look at that! What the hell is that?"

"I ain't neva seen nuffin like dat Yo Eminence. Dat might haps be one of Indy's negroidal man servant things.", said the frightened Monkey.

"No Magogo. This man does not work for Indy. I'll be dammed! It's the Souf Dakota Niggaz! They're back! You know, back in the day, I once considered asking them to join the Klan, because, well you know, they're funny. They do their own thing. Take a good look around Magogo. Anonyblog, the pearl of the Internet, now a wasteland.

"Ain't no folks wansta come round here cause cause dey be postin shit and stuff an den dey gotsta wait a long time to see dey post."

"Oh bullshit Magogo! The reason no one comes here is simply because there is nothing here for them to hate anymore. Hate groups! Hate groups! We should form an anti-hate group to hate the hate groups!

"But dey ain't no hate groups no mo. Yo Excellency may haps we should retire. Dey ain't nuffin fo us to do here. I done been wid Yo fo five mutha fuckin years while yoose hobble-scurrys around de Internet writin deese dumb ass storys, always makin de Magogo look toopid. I'm tired Yo Eminence. Sometimes I just want to sit down in my box and take mah battrys out."

"You must push those feelings aside. Why don't you take some time off then. Yess? Humm?"

"Really Yo Benevolence? Really! Yo Radiance I miss Dooky. Can we gets anudder Kangaroo?"

"Most immediately Sir Magogo! So what will you do on your vacation?"

"Like I said I jus want to sit in my box Yo Eminence"

"Very well then. Hit the save button."

"Yes Yo , uh , Bear God Sir"

What?

Did I really shave my legs for this?

Damn

Tee Hee Hee

Sioux Sioux Sioux Sioux Sioux Falls

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,and wut it iz,yo?

Why I Need to Move On....The Story

This is actually a really long story because it happened over about two years, but I will try to condense it to save time. I know I was an idiot for staying with him for really ANY length of time. But knowing he treated me so badly and I let it happen makes me feel even more guilty for having this empty hole in my heart where he used to be. I have a new man who I absolutely adore. We haven't been together very long, but he treats me like a queen. Anyways, heres my story.

lovelovelove

-JJ-

When I met Brandon, he was engaged. I should have known from the start. Duh. Anyways, when we first hooked up, I was upset over my recent breakup with his cousin Derek. So at first, I was just interested in the sex with Brandon, as a way to get over Derek. But after a while Brandon started telling me he loved me. I would tell him not to say that because he didn't mean it. Well, after about 2 months his fiance broke it off with him. And of course I was there to pick up the pieces. He slowly started to slow down on the "I love yous" and I started to realize that I actually did. Brandon was an alcoholic. He would frequently call me at 1, 2, 3, 4am to come pick his drunk ass up at parties, random houses he passed out in, CORNFIELDS.....one time he went to a random family's house and woke up, went down the stairs when the family was eating breakfast. Which is great having a random black guy come down the stairs of a white farmer family in the middle of nowhere. Anyways, he could never even take a joke. One time, I was joking around and was play fighting. Well I hit him. NOT HARD AT ALL. He freaked out and grabbed me by my throat and yelled at me, saying that if I ever did that again he would choke me for real. Shortly after that, he told me he took part in robbing a local gas station. Then there was the hot tub party where his best friend stabbed his other best friend. That was fucked up. He beat the crap out of this drunk girl Danielle that night. Pretty much the whole time we were together, he cheated on me. I looked the other way because I was trying not to care about him, trying not to fall in love with this guy I should have never associated with in the first place. I kept telling myself that if he was with other girls and I had other guys on the side that I wouldn't fall in love. Didn't work. Anyways, he joined the job core and met this girl. It didn't bother me at first but then he left me for her. She went to this school in the area which is pretty much known as a breeding ground for crazy white people. We're talking mega money, soccer moms driving Escalades and Hummers, giving their kids steroids so they'll be taller because they want their kid to play basketball. So this girl is from there, and I told him from the start she would be psycho. He didn't listen. Well they were together for about 2 months when he called me and was like "Fuck that bitch. She's fucking crazy. Blah Blah Blah." Well I went and picked him up from the bar where him and his friend had been drinking the whole night (no surprise there) So we smoked a gravity bong, took some Xanax I had, on top of the alcohol. Well I climbed in bed with Brandon and next thing you know we're having sex again. But he gave me an ultimatum. Choice A or Choice B. I told him I didn't want to do either. He said "Well we're going to do one of them so choose." I made my choice. But I hated it. I cried the whole time and begged him to stop. He wouldn't. When he finally did stop, he got mad at me and went back to sleep. The next morning he said that we couldn't be friends or anything anymore because "Friends don't put each other in that situation". Meaning he thinks I put HIM in that situation!! So I didn't talk to him for another 3 months, he apologized, we were going to hang out when he came home. But he didn't come home. Well 2 months after that I got another call. I drove 3 hours to pick him up from the job core. I brought him back to my apartment, and we had sex all night long. The next morning he had a little confessional. He said that he thought he had gotten the girl pregnant and she wasn't pregnant but when they thought she was they went out and got a marriage license. And even though she's not pregnant, they're THINKING about getting married anyways. I didn't think much of it, he talked about getting engaged to me for a little bit, he was engaged to Ashley (the first girl) for 3 years and they never went through with it. (BTW while he was with me he showed me the scars she inflicted on his arm by STABBING HIM with a fork because he reached over to grab some food off of her plate!!!!!!!!) So I took him home and I haven't seen him since then. Well, through mutual friends and a little investigation I found out that he married her less than 2 weeks after he was at my apartment. AND the REAL reason he came home was to tell his mom that he WAS FOR SURE getting married. While he was at my apartment he told me that he joined the Army because he hoped to go to Iraq and die for his country. (this is the part where karma comes in) WELL. God has a sense of humor. He joined the Army, but he didn't get deployed to Iraq, the Army stuck his ass in ALASKA!!! HA HA HA!!!! And, now she is pregnant. She found out that he's cheated on her MANY MANY times after she got pregnant, but she's decided to stay with him I guess.....as crazy as I have heard that she is, I feel sooooo bad for the girl. She's younger than me. (she's 19) Now I did mention karma. Well I have an AMAZING boyfriend now. But I'm scared after all the bad shit I've done that something is going to go really wrong with this one. And I feel really bad that I still miss this asshole that treated me like shit, whereas I have this great guy now and as much as I care about him, theres still this void where Brandon used to be.

Ok. Now I'm going to say what you're all probably thinking. I never should have hooked up with him in the first place, I was a stupid slut, and you probably are wishing that kharma will get back at me. Well, let me beat you to it, because there is not a second that goes by that regrets every second with him, every moment that I wasn't with him that I wanted to be, fuck I regret moving to that area in general. After everything that happened, I moved over 100 miles away from where all this happened, plus his ass is in Alaska. (I can't get over that, I just think its hilarious) I don't socialize with people who put me in bad situations like that anymore, I have basically become a hermit. I hardly ever leave my apartment, other than to work or have my boyfriend take me out to eat. I have more guilt than every catholic combined over this. So, believe it or not this is my SHORT version of all this. I'm sure nobody wants to read all of this, but if you do, I'm leaving my comment section open as per your request. Just take it easy on me please, I beat myself up enough over this for all of us.

If I were President

I would pull all the troops from Iraq and throughout the Middle East. Then I would write a letter to Syria and explain to them that they have 180 days to surrender all of Iraqs WMD's and any of theirs. They would also be told they need to remove their religious governments and form a democracy in the same time frame. On the 181st day, if they did not comply I would nuke their entire country back to the stone age and turn them into glass. One week after that I would send another letter to Iran with the same requirements. I would simply say; "if you don't comply, see Syria". The entire Middle East would suddenly become very peaceful.
All terrorist threats would be handled in the same manner. The sponsoring country gets nuked!
Then here at home I would move our troops to the border with very explicit orders, "shoot" first and say no later. Enough corpses would pile up on the south side and the border would suddenly become a moot point.
Regarding the Federal budget I would slash and burn! Nothing but the necessity's left including a funded health care plan and a heavy duty green energy fund that awards alternative energy sources.
Problems solved!

To the person who posted a little further down ...

Why is it so hard to move on sometimes?

Instead of asking this question, why don't you try communicate with that person again? I can never understand people who think that not communicating solves problems ... I mean, you didn't even allow for anyone to reply to your post! I think you are discovering that if ever someone truly meant something to you, then you can't forget about them. You'll find that remembering them gets easier to deal with, with time, but you will NEVER forget about them. I know this. I deal with it myself every day, and probably for a lot longer than you have had to deal with your memories by the sounds of things.

You want a solution? You want an answer to your question? CONTACT THEM! I don't care how hard you think it is - chances are that you will be pleasantly surprised at the outcome in totally unexpected ways. It's OK to hate somebody ... Just know that, ironically, it means you still care about them, deeply.

A Horse, a Chicken and a Harley

On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, who loved to play together.

One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a bog and began to sink.

Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the farmer for help!

Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail..for he had gone to town with the only tractor.

Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Harley. Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope, hoping he still had time to save his friend's life.

Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him.

After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!

Happy and proud of himself, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.

The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies, Best Pals.

A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon he too began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life!

The horse thought a moment, then walked over and straddled the large puddle.
Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-downy thing and he would then lift him out of the pit.

The chicken got a good grip, and then the horse pulled him up and out, saving his life

The moral of the story?????????
(Yep, you betcha there's a moral!)

"When You're Hung Like A Horse,
You Don't Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks!"

Bear amd Monkey

I miss them!

Why is it so hard to move on sometimes?

After all you have put me through. After all I have put myself through to better myself after you left me with nothing inside. After all this, I still sorta miss you. In a twisted way though. I miss how unstable you were. I hear some old songs you used to sing to me, about how hard life is for some people. All I can see is your face. Not in a "Oh I miss you, I wish things hadn't turned out the way they did" sort of way. I'm glad I am where I am, because I know I wouldn't be here doing the things I am doing if you were still here. No, not that kind of missing. Just a void where my friend used to be. Granted you were a really sucky friend. But, after all we went through together there has to be that connection. And it will always be there. No matter how hard I try to get rid of it. If I saw you today just walking down the aisle in the grocery store, I would want to grab a bottle of Captain Morgan and bash it on your head. But if I were to really see you, I know what I would actually do would be to just walk along, maybe making eye contact, both of us knowing the truth. But not one word would be spoken. I hate you. I hate you. Please, just escape my memory. Why did you have to ruin everything for me?? I blame myself for letting you do those things, but you are the one who did them. Really, I just want it to be over. Its not worth it. It never was. Take your music that I still love. Take your friends. Take your pants. Take your memories. I don't want them anymore.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. By the way, please remember me.

i try but it's hard

There is nothing for me to be ashamed of, really. I have no regrets. That's not to say I haven't made mistakes in my time, but I've paid dearly for every one of them, so there is no guilt. No regrets. This time in my life is, to quote a colorful expression I read a minute ago, one of soul-curdling loneliness. Everywhere around this wasteland of a place lay the ruins of what once was. My friends, what few there were, left here long ago. Every six months or so they come back and visit, having accomplished more then they had six months earlier. All around there are reminders of opportunities wasted, of old relationships now dead. My heart is full of love and longing, and this sadness won't leave ever. I wonder what could I have done different; where did I lose traction? Why has the road not risen to meet me? Why does disappointment follow every faint glimmer of hope?

In three months I am moving away from here. I see the lights of Chicago at the end of this tunnel, so to speak, and it is possible that there, for the first time in my life, I will have the chance to turn music, which has always been my life, into my livelihood. Don't pity me, for I am far from pitiful. But in these times I can't help but feel a deep and intense sadness for what I have pretty much already left behind. If there was a shoulder around to cry on I would do it, but there's not so this typing will have to do for now.

It will be a year ago come August that my love and I spent our last month together, and I still can't convince myself that it's over. Five years, slightly longer if you count that final fling. My god, it feels like half a lifetime. We attended each other's high school graduations, experienced 9/11, lost our virginities to each other, prepared for and went to college. I succeeded in college where I had failed in high school, for I was fortunate enough to experience the love of another.

Love, as it has been known to do, alienated me from my prior friendships. It seemed so deep and eternal and I admit that I clung to it. I invested everything I had, so when I lost it I had no clue who I was anymore. I am back in the same situation I was in at 18, except now I am 24 and I feel like the world has passed me by. But it's pointless to have regrets. I savored every moment I was in love; I couldn't possibly have enjoyed it more than I did. It's almost like I have seen the promised land or whatever. I have known the exhilaration of being on top of the world, of living as I know I should live, and I'll go to great lengths to experience that again.

But this place is a wasteland; there is nothing left for me here. My grandmother's cognition is fading with the onset of Alzheimer's. How horridly appropriate. Out of all the members of my family, both immediate and extended, this woman is my favorite. Even in her old age and condition, she is beautiful and youthful. As far back as I can remember, and as much as she used to take care of me, she never once raised her voice at me or hit me. She spoiled me rotten, and I hope with everything I have in me that she sees me successful before her brain is too far dissolved. I will miss her more than I've ever missed anybody.

These times right here, these are the hard times. Something better awaits me in Chicago, I am sure of it. But it will be something so different from what I have ever known, and I have to go up there and do it by myself. I don't want anyone to know how scared out of my fucking head I am right now. I'm going far into debt to make this move, and to be worthwhile this adventure must end with a degree, or at least a good body of work so I can begin a career doing something more fulfilling than waiting tables. All my life, and in all my experiences, there has been the lingering feeling that the odds are with the house. People often act as though they have something to gain by making things just a little bit harder for me. I know good and well this isn't true of me in particular; it just happens to be true of servers in general. If nothing else, then whenever these days are only a memory, I will be reminded how important it is to take care of those less fortunate than myself. As bad as it is to be treated like an asshole, it's all that much worse to actually be one.

SEND THEM HOME

Recently large demonstrations have taken place
across the country protesting the fact that Congress
is finally addressing the issue of illegal immigration.

Certain people are angry that the U.S.

might protect its own
borders, might make it harder
to sneak/break in illegally and,
once here, to stay indefinitely.

Let me see if I correctly understand
the thinking behind these protests.

Let's say I break into your house.
Let's say that when you discover
me in your house, you insist that I leave.

But I say, "I've made all
the beds and washed the
dishes and did the laundry
and swept the floors. I've
done all the things you don't
like to do. I'm hard-working
and honest
(except for when I broke into your house).

According to the protesters:

You are Required to let me stay in your house
You are Required to add me to your family's insurance plan
You are Required to Educate my kids
You are Required to Provide other benefits to me & to my family

If you try to call the police or force me out,
I will call my friends who will picket your
house carrying signs that proclaim my
RIGHT to be there.

It's only fair, after all, because you have
a nicer house than I do, and I'm just
trying to better myself. I'm a hard-working
and honest, person, except for well,
you know, I did break into your house

And what a deal it is for me!!!

I live in your house, contributing only a
fraction of the cost of my keep, and
there is nothing you can do about it
without being accused of cold,
uncaring, selfish, prejudiced, and
bigoted behavior.

Oh yeah, I DEMAND that you to learn
MY LANGUAGE!!! so you can
communicate with me.

Why can't people see how ridiculous
this is?! Only in America

Nougat

I love the little chickens,
I pat them on the head.
Give them a glass of water,
And send 'em off to bed.

N

WTF!!!!!

This girl lied to me over and over! WTF I look like taking her back this time?! She told a dude from New York dat he could come see her!!!! im here 10mins away from her and she talkin to dudes from up north!!! She ain even bother 2 tell him she has a man!!!!! a 26 year old woman can't open her mouth and tell a guy she claim she dont like in that way that she has a man?!?! "I didn't wanna hurt his feelings"...WTF!!!! What about MY feelings???? Dumbass!!! We were suppose 2 be married in a few mos....but a few mos prior to now she was lying to me telling me she havent talked 2 this same dude since Sept 06!!! 2 mos ago you told him he could come visit!!!!!U crazy!!! Im ME dammit! I got groupies chasin me and u wanna lie 2 me?!?! I havent cheated on you!!! You're not even pysically my type, but I love you and I saw pass that, cuz I fell inlove with YOU!!!!! I feel like your fool and you do this to me over and over. Hell I turned down alotta women for you and u cant even be real with me! Stupid ass!!! Make me sick!!!!!