I am staunchly middle class. I am a poor simple caveman to be exact. All I know is that I love my God, family, country, and the mirror dance. Even I am smart enough to see that Egypt is on the verge of civil war. The issue comes from the middle class having their rights and freedoms trampled on. The rich will remain rich, if they are smart. They care little for the troubles of others. They assuage their guilt with charity work or fundraiser events, but then drive home to their cushy lairs and smoke their cigars and swish around their snifters of brandy.
The poor are too busy about putting food on the table and keeping the heat on. They do not give a shit about freedoms or rights, because for most of their lives, they have been had their rights trampled on. Those that have not have simply traded away their rights for nickels and dimes. They do not know anything else. Those that work their way to middle class, usually stay close enough, or have strong enough memories and fears of going jump to the rich class back down that it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Those that jump to the rich class usually don’t know how to act, and quickly return.
The issue becomes the middle class. Specifically the middle class that starts out as middle class. They have dreams of the rich, and fear of the poor. When a government taxes them to pay for the mistakes of the rich, or to pay for the poor, they are forced down the class scale. When a government tramples on the freedoms of the poor, they are too busy SURVIVING to care. The rich can afford lawyers to find loopholes, but the middle-class suffers. If they suffer enough, they revolt. In any revolt, all it takes is 10% of the people revolting to topple any system. The country may thing that they can stop any rebellion, but in all seriousness they cannot. To think that all of Chicago’s 4 million citizens are kept docile by fear and a desire to respect authority is amazing. Chicago has about 7-9 thousand cops. That’s a bad ratio. The mounting taxes and economic woes will not be tolerated much longer. Poor presidential leadership, political failures on a base level, and poor assumptions made by the government will soon come to a critical point. If politicians like Mark Kirk and Alexei Ginoulias who ran for the US Senate seat out of Illinois are the best we can do, why even bother to vote? I am going to be more aggressive than usual. I will be holding my politicians who make promises accountable for delivering them. Now is the perfect time to do so. They think that a few programs or tax relief promises are enough to keep the public calm. They think they are doing us a favor by “Only” raising taxes 1 or 2 points, instead of gouging us with 5 or 6 like they would like to. Keep thinking I will take all of this calmly government. I want to think I am harmless.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Friday, September 3, 2010
J-Lo STILL may be on American Idol!
American Idol may STILL hire J-lo to be a judge, which is good. When I think of big-asses classy women with moediocre skills, willing to whore themselves out for TV, I think of 2 things, J-lo, and American Idol.
After I ravaged her body, i took a picture and ask J-Lo what she thought about all the bad press she has gotten. She replied "Hoomm goommmgoohummm ghumm ghumm hugmummg."
After I ravaged her body, i took a picture and ask J-Lo what she thought about all the bad press she has gotten. She replied "Hoomm goommmgoohummm ghumm ghumm hugmummg."
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010
War? Huh, good God.....what is it good for?
Hello evildoers,
I, Jokey Jokemaker, just got back from the middle east. I just got off the plane at O'Hare, (Shout outs to my peeps in first class, stay up fools, the time of the rich white man is coming soon). I just watched the Obama speech from yesterday, and I could not believe how bad it was. Was this a surprise speech? Like, the Sox Vs, Indians game rain out, and they threw it to Obama and say: "You got 25 minutes?" The premise of the speech was flawed from the get go. First off, Obama has failed at all the initiatives he campaigned on. I can understand how desperate he was to try to put the removal of troops in the win column. Let's be clear, this is not win or victory, in fact that's why he did not use those specific words. Saying this is a win is like yelling at the repo man towing your new car away that its o.k. the new car smell was gone anyways.
So, I have just called my Jewish friends and said "hey Jews, don't worry, we did this war thing, and now we can focus all our attention on getting you a few scraps land back. I always ask my Jewish friends 2 things:
First, why did you kill my Lord and Savior? Then I ask if their culture is known for being smart and wealthy, why didn't they buy a country like Puerto Rico or the Falklands, and go live there? Why live in the middle east? Your neighbors will all be assholes. But not to worry, there will be American troops in the middle east until late next year, and thanks to all the 24hr news feeds, the bad guys know that a shitload of the left. I feel sorry for the Jews and American troops left behind and listening to this stupid presidential address. They must be proud as shit.
I like Old Style beer, because its krasuened (pronounced "croy-zend) which means "To improve the taste of shitty beer to less-shitty beer. If I were to krasuened this presidential address, I would have had the cast of glee come out and save Obama from his stumbling, disjointed speech. If I were to krsusened the address, I would have had Outkast come out and Sing Bombs over Bagdhad, then smoothly transition into "Hey Yah," with Obama picking up a base guitar and playing the role of Johnny Vulture. if I were to krausened the address, I would have had Obama come in to the intro that James Brown had in Rocky four, just before apollo creed gets killed in the ring by Arnold Scwartzenegger. if I were to krausened the address, I would have announced that we have perfected invisibility technology, and would be sending ninjas to the middle east with this technology to kill bad guys. This would have been something to watch. The Obama address basically was as shitty as the Lebron Decision special on Sportcenter. Hyped up? Yep, Boring? Yep. Short in substance? FO SHO! I mean Obama is a great speaker, and he fucked that up. Lebron is mildly funny, and he fucked that up too. whats next? CBS comedy shows winning Emmy's?
Jokey Jokemaker
Emmy - Winner for Best Comedy Blog
I, Jokey Jokemaker, just got back from the middle east. I just got off the plane at O'Hare, (Shout outs to my peeps in first class, stay up fools, the time of the rich white man is coming soon). I just watched the Obama speech from yesterday, and I could not believe how bad it was. Was this a surprise speech? Like, the Sox Vs, Indians game rain out, and they threw it to Obama and say: "You got 25 minutes?" The premise of the speech was flawed from the get go. First off, Obama has failed at all the initiatives he campaigned on. I can understand how desperate he was to try to put the removal of troops in the win column. Let's be clear, this is not win or victory, in fact that's why he did not use those specific words. Saying this is a win is like yelling at the repo man towing your new car away that its o.k. the new car smell was gone anyways.
So, I have just called my Jewish friends and said "hey Jews, don't worry, we did this war thing, and now we can focus all our attention on getting you a few scraps land back. I always ask my Jewish friends 2 things:
First, why did you kill my Lord and Savior? Then I ask if their culture is known for being smart and wealthy, why didn't they buy a country like Puerto Rico or the Falklands, and go live there? Why live in the middle east? Your neighbors will all be assholes. But not to worry, there will be American troops in the middle east until late next year, and thanks to all the 24hr news feeds, the bad guys know that a shitload of the left. I feel sorry for the Jews and American troops left behind and listening to this stupid presidential address. They must be proud as shit.
I like Old Style beer, because its krasuened (pronounced "croy-zend) which means "To improve the taste of shitty beer to less-shitty beer. If I were to krasuened this presidential address, I would have had the cast of glee come out and save Obama from his stumbling, disjointed speech. If I were to krsusened the address, I would have had Outkast come out and Sing Bombs over Bagdhad, then smoothly transition into "Hey Yah," with Obama picking up a base guitar and playing the role of Johnny Vulture. if I were to krausened the address, I would have had Obama come in to the intro that James Brown had in Rocky four, just before apollo creed gets killed in the ring by Arnold Scwartzenegger. if I were to krausened the address, I would have announced that we have perfected invisibility technology, and would be sending ninjas to the middle east with this technology to kill bad guys. This would have been something to watch. The Obama address basically was as shitty as the Lebron Decision special on Sportcenter. Hyped up? Yep, Boring? Yep. Short in substance? FO SHO! I mean Obama is a great speaker, and he fucked that up. Lebron is mildly funny, and he fucked that up too. whats next? CBS comedy shows winning Emmy's?
Jokey Jokemaker
Emmy - Winner for Best Comedy Blog
If you are good, you can read this to the tune of the Geto Boys song "My Minds Playing Tricks on Me"
If you are good, you can actually play the song, or hum the melody in your head and read along. Once again, this is an excerpt from my dissertation of the profound cultural impact of the Geto Boys in popular music for my Ebonics PhD.
Raphael De La Ghetto
I am an Expert in Art
Ebonics PhD Candidate
Intro: Scarface
Little owlet in the glen, I am ashamed of you. it should be to whom to whom, not to who to who.
Oh, is the microphone on?
Please allow me to verbally communicate with a high degree of polish and expertise.
Verse One: Scarface
I am having trouble sleeping at night, I see lit candles and burning corpses everywhere. Did I light a candle that cause people to burn up and die? Do the candles symbolize my sins against my fellow man?
The walls seem to be looking deep into my soul, this scares me, and I keep a loaded firearm under my pillow. The idea is crazy, because if I shoot my walls, the bullets would just go right through. How do you stop a wall from killing you?
My mother has told me countless times that I could be making more of my life, and she does not see the true nature of my struggle to maintain this lifestyle. I work hard, if not, harder than most people, and am currently exploring legitimate business opportunities.
When this crazy world gets to be too much, i stop and take a moment for myself. Unfortunately, the stress usually results in a nosebleed and fits of heavy sweating. Maybe I have a brain tumor, oh great, ANOTHER thing to worry about!
I always feel like some body's watching me, and I have no privacy. I am on constant surveillance.
I seem to be most vulnerable when I am sleepy, as the nightmares seem to begin before I am fully asleep.
I do o.k by daytime hours.
He owns a black hat . black suit and a cane like my own. Could this be a psychological manifestation of the idea that I am my own worst enemy? Or does this stylish villain simply shop at the same stores I do?
Some people tell me to relax. To which I reply: "Go make love to yourself, there is someone trying to prematurely end my life!"
The slightest noise causes me to load my firearm, I become hyper-alert maintain heightened surveillance on my home. Some examples of things I look for are:
Investigating the home for obstacles or signs of forced entry
Checking with my local phone company to see if there has been any foul play concerning my telephone lines. other things to check for are cheaper long-distance rates.
I'm staring at the woman on the corner and wonder "Is she a part of the nationwide conspiracy to bring the black man down, and keep him down? Or is she a hooker? Can a hooker be a part of the nationwide conspiracy to bring the black man down, and keep him down? She is hot. I hope she is a hooker.
Its the darnedest thing when you cannot seem to concentrate
Verse Two: Willie D
I do very well for myself, as evidenced by my large income and vehicle. I am very popular. I am so known for my money and vehicles, that I would be the perfect target for criminals or the IRS.
Most evenings do not feel very relaxing. When i am out on a cruise, i feel that the same car is behind me. My mind begins to wonder if the driver of the car is:
The Honor student from the nearby high school I chased from off of my front stoop?
The honor student from the local high school that I shot with my unlicensed firearm?
The honor student that was a dissatisfied customer to the tune of five thousand dollars that left thinking he and a sizeable ziploc bag of cocaine, filled in reality with Gold Medal Flour?
I reached under my seat to get my firearm with which to defend myself. I cannot lie, I am as scared as I would have been if someone had had carnal relations with my dear mother
I quickly turned left into my local Popeyes Chicken establishment, and prepared to flank my pursuer.
If there is a need for conversation or violence I am equally prepared and would be the initiator in both instances.
Here they come, just like I figured. Now we can start a healthy dialogue that will enable both parties to come to a place of understanding and kindness that will result in a jointly successful outcome for all parties involved. Just to be extra sure, I will keep my firearm ready with the safety taken off.
When I think back to that evening, i gently sigh and snicker a bit, because my "Pursuers" were 3 elderly people from my neighborhood church. Mrs Thompson, Pearl Williams, and Old Mr, Schumpert. I bet Old Man Shumpert is having sex with both of these women. Go on Old Man Shumpert, go on!
I live by my own rules and expect others to do the same, so if Old Man Shumpert wants to bone old broads that's on him. I like to pronounce SWORD phonetically. Swore-D.
I do not like being alone, because I am fearful of the pain and damage I have caused others, so the people that tend to hang around with me are violent people that have had great misfortunes in their lives. I hate the person I am when I am with them, but if I act differently, I risk them turning in me too. It is an endless cycle of pain and misery that i try to escape by inflicting pain on others. I am always looking for the pain to come around back to me.
Its the darnedest thing when you cant concentrate.
Verse Three: Scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to cope with the stress and feelings of diminished self worth. Its as if I just cooked up a fat dose of heroin, gotten super fine cotton balls to filter the heroin through, and abused it.
its gotten so bad i have developed a case of the shakes.
I try to go to church regularly now, in a hope that my faith will see me through all the bad that I have done. I am actively looking for any kind of redemption. I feel that I have been blessed, but deep down I have unresolved feelings of shame and guilt. I just want to be happy.
Lately, i have been wondering if my family wouldn't be better off if I killed myself. I am most susceptible to these thoughts when I drive. I am usually alone, and then the solitude and pain team up to form a cloak of darkness that envelops me when I am most vulnerable.
Suicide is painless for me, but then I realize that the loved ones I leave behind will only bear the brunt of my
I have a son to mold into a healthy man, and if I die, he will be impacted by the loss. Fatherless male kids are a big portion of my community, and I do not want to add my child to that population segment.
I had a woman who was very nurturing of my lifestyle choices, but I considered her just another bitch. She then went back to her mother's house, and I feel that i need to grow as a man and give her the love and respect she deserves.
I am lonely
My Mind is playing tricks with my heart
Verse Four: Bushwick Bill
I got all fucked up on heroin. I imagined it was Halloween, and I was beating up some tall dude. Turns out I had some bad heroin, and was punching the sidewalk for about 2 hours.
My mind is playin tricks on me
Raphael De La Ghetto
I am an Expert in Art
Ebonics PhD Candidate
Intro: Scarface
Little owlet in the glen, I am ashamed of you. it should be to whom to whom, not to who to who.
Oh, is the microphone on?
Please allow me to verbally communicate with a high degree of polish and expertise.
Verse One: Scarface
I am having trouble sleeping at night, I see lit candles and burning corpses everywhere. Did I light a candle that cause people to burn up and die? Do the candles symbolize my sins against my fellow man?
The walls seem to be looking deep into my soul, this scares me, and I keep a loaded firearm under my pillow. The idea is crazy, because if I shoot my walls, the bullets would just go right through. How do you stop a wall from killing you?
My mother has told me countless times that I could be making more of my life, and she does not see the true nature of my struggle to maintain this lifestyle. I work hard, if not, harder than most people, and am currently exploring legitimate business opportunities.
When this crazy world gets to be too much, i stop and take a moment for myself. Unfortunately, the stress usually results in a nosebleed and fits of heavy sweating. Maybe I have a brain tumor, oh great, ANOTHER thing to worry about!
I always feel like some body's watching me, and I have no privacy. I am on constant surveillance.
I seem to be most vulnerable when I am sleepy, as the nightmares seem to begin before I am fully asleep.
I do o.k by daytime hours.
He owns a black hat . black suit and a cane like my own. Could this be a psychological manifestation of the idea that I am my own worst enemy? Or does this stylish villain simply shop at the same stores I do?
Some people tell me to relax. To which I reply: "Go make love to yourself, there is someone trying to prematurely end my life!"
The slightest noise causes me to load my firearm, I become hyper-alert maintain heightened surveillance on my home. Some examples of things I look for are:
Investigating the home for obstacles or signs of forced entry
Checking with my local phone company to see if there has been any foul play concerning my telephone lines. other things to check for are cheaper long-distance rates.
I'm staring at the woman on the corner and wonder "Is she a part of the nationwide conspiracy to bring the black man down, and keep him down? Or is she a hooker? Can a hooker be a part of the nationwide conspiracy to bring the black man down, and keep him down? She is hot. I hope she is a hooker.
Its the darnedest thing when you cannot seem to concentrate
Verse Two: Willie D
I do very well for myself, as evidenced by my large income and vehicle. I am very popular. I am so known for my money and vehicles, that I would be the perfect target for criminals or the IRS.
Most evenings do not feel very relaxing. When i am out on a cruise, i feel that the same car is behind me. My mind begins to wonder if the driver of the car is:
The Honor student from the nearby high school I chased from off of my front stoop?
The honor student from the local high school that I shot with my unlicensed firearm?
The honor student that was a dissatisfied customer to the tune of five thousand dollars that left thinking he and a sizeable ziploc bag of cocaine, filled in reality with Gold Medal Flour?
I reached under my seat to get my firearm with which to defend myself. I cannot lie, I am as scared as I would have been if someone had had carnal relations with my dear mother
I quickly turned left into my local Popeyes Chicken establishment, and prepared to flank my pursuer.
If there is a need for conversation or violence I am equally prepared and would be the initiator in both instances.
Here they come, just like I figured. Now we can start a healthy dialogue that will enable both parties to come to a place of understanding and kindness that will result in a jointly successful outcome for all parties involved. Just to be extra sure, I will keep my firearm ready with the safety taken off.
When I think back to that evening, i gently sigh and snicker a bit, because my "Pursuers" were 3 elderly people from my neighborhood church. Mrs Thompson, Pearl Williams, and Old Mr, Schumpert. I bet Old Man Shumpert is having sex with both of these women. Go on Old Man Shumpert, go on!
I live by my own rules and expect others to do the same, so if Old Man Shumpert wants to bone old broads that's on him. I like to pronounce SWORD phonetically. Swore-D.
I do not like being alone, because I am fearful of the pain and damage I have caused others, so the people that tend to hang around with me are violent people that have had great misfortunes in their lives. I hate the person I am when I am with them, but if I act differently, I risk them turning in me too. It is an endless cycle of pain and misery that i try to escape by inflicting pain on others. I am always looking for the pain to come around back to me.
Its the darnedest thing when you cant concentrate.
Verse Three: Scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to cope with the stress and feelings of diminished self worth. Its as if I just cooked up a fat dose of heroin, gotten super fine cotton balls to filter the heroin through, and abused it.
its gotten so bad i have developed a case of the shakes.
I try to go to church regularly now, in a hope that my faith will see me through all the bad that I have done. I am actively looking for any kind of redemption. I feel that I have been blessed, but deep down I have unresolved feelings of shame and guilt. I just want to be happy.
Lately, i have been wondering if my family wouldn't be better off if I killed myself. I am most susceptible to these thoughts when I drive. I am usually alone, and then the solitude and pain team up to form a cloak of darkness that envelops me when I am most vulnerable.
Suicide is painless for me, but then I realize that the loved ones I leave behind will only bear the brunt of my
I have a son to mold into a healthy man, and if I die, he will be impacted by the loss. Fatherless male kids are a big portion of my community, and I do not want to add my child to that population segment.
I had a woman who was very nurturing of my lifestyle choices, but I considered her just another bitch. She then went back to her mother's house, and I feel that i need to grow as a man and give her the love and respect she deserves.
I am lonely
My Mind is playing tricks with my heart
Verse Four: Bushwick Bill
I got all fucked up on heroin. I imagined it was Halloween, and I was beating up some tall dude. Turns out I had some bad heroin, and was punching the sidewalk for about 2 hours.
My mind is playin tricks on me
An excerpt fro my dissertation on the works of Mr Scarface, William D, and Bushwick William
Dear friends, it is I, Raphael De La Ghetto, and I have retuerned with a exceprt from my dissertation for my Ebonics PhD. I chose to focus on the iconic rap group The Geto Boys for this project, and have found a veritable treasure trove of rich, thought-provoking lyrics. Here below is the original lyrics, transcribed. Look for my next blog to have the translated version, complete with opinions. Enjoy!
Intro: Scarface
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? Heh
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
Verse One: Scarface
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
Four walls just starin at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
Investigatin the joint for traps
Checkin my telephone for taps
I'm starin at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya
Verse Two: Willie D
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker
Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's goin down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners
My mind is playin tricks on me
Verse Three: Scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin I'm in service
Prayin for forgiveness
And tryin to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin lonely
My mind is playin tricks on me
Verse Four: Bushwick Bill
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin
Robbin little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin tricks on me
Intro: Scarface
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? Heh
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
Verse One: Scarface
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
Four walls just starin at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
Investigatin the joint for traps
Checkin my telephone for taps
I'm starin at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya
Verse Two: Willie D
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker
Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's goin down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners
My mind is playin tricks on me
Verse Three: Scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin I'm in service
Prayin for forgiveness
And tryin to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin lonely
My mind is playin tricks on me
Verse Four: Bushwick Bill
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin
Robbin little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin tricks on me
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Obama should kill Blagojevich
I believe that Barack Obama should kill Rod Blagojevich before this gets out of control. Tapes have started to leak showing Blagojevich in talks with the Obama camp and the Jesse Jackson Jr. camp to sell the "Fucking valuable thing" that was the senate seat. Jesse jackson Jr, tried to be smart and have some Indian guy (Raghuveer Nayak) do his lobbying, only the Indian guy was not about to take a fall for Jr. Indians should stay put for a while, as their turn is swiftly coming up. In fact, if Indians rallied together around this BP oil spill, they could push the blacks out of Louisiana. When caught up, Jr. said he was a secret FBI agent who knew Blago was crooked. The Jackson has a history of race-baiting, publicity-hunting, and general skullduggery to get what they want. This is our chance to get rid of them.
Blagojevich was in deep discussions with the Obama camp to have Valerie Jarret get the Senate appointment. The price was a presidential advisory position. Obama did not want to pay the "fee," so he appointed Jarret to the position, leaving Blago with a senate seat to sell. Obama should take a good look at what is happening in France. French President Nikolas Sarkozy is being accused of being linked to a scheme to pay off high ranking politicians with money and jobs in order to grease his ascent to the presidency. Liliane Bettencourt, 87, heiress to the L'Oreal cosmetics fortune paid off powerfull people with cash, while Sarkozy's camp offered patronage jobs. The allegations came out because of tapes a disgruntled butler provided to Bettancourt's daughter for an unrelated trial. The butler was pissed at missing the cash boat, and produced over 21 hours of evidence showing that regular envelopes of cash were given almost as "allowances." I expect either the butler, or bettancourt to be dead within the month,and the cause of death to be "natural causes."
Obama should kill blagojevich and jackson jr because as they go to court, they will snitch like jailhouse bitches about just how crooked things were under Obama. No one will pull a Rostenkowski and bend over backwards to do time for Obama. Obama has a weak, tarnished reputation, and a scandal like this will be exponentially bigger than the Kenendy/mob union scandal. Obama can have them killed because Blagojevich is costing taxpayers about 5 Mil in court fees which WE pay. Obama can also look at Jackson Jr.s shitty family history and blame crazy muslims angry that the jackson family owns Budwieser distributorships. This is almost like a bad BET movie where the fat lead actor (Rapper/model/athlete) goes on a killing spree to eliminate moles in his drug empire. In fact. I bet Beanie Segal ain't doing shit, lets get him to play Obama, lets get michael rapparport to play blagojevich, and lets get sean puffy combs to play jesse jackson jr. All we need is a shitty rap soundtrack and we are good to go.
Blagojevich was in deep discussions with the Obama camp to have Valerie Jarret get the Senate appointment. The price was a presidential advisory position. Obama did not want to pay the "fee," so he appointed Jarret to the position, leaving Blago with a senate seat to sell. Obama should take a good look at what is happening in France. French President Nikolas Sarkozy is being accused of being linked to a scheme to pay off high ranking politicians with money and jobs in order to grease his ascent to the presidency. Liliane Bettencourt, 87, heiress to the L'Oreal cosmetics fortune paid off powerfull people with cash, while Sarkozy's camp offered patronage jobs. The allegations came out because of tapes a disgruntled butler provided to Bettancourt's daughter for an unrelated trial. The butler was pissed at missing the cash boat, and produced over 21 hours of evidence showing that regular envelopes of cash were given almost as "allowances." I expect either the butler, or bettancourt to be dead within the month,and the cause of death to be "natural causes."
Obama should kill blagojevich and jackson jr because as they go to court, they will snitch like jailhouse bitches about just how crooked things were under Obama. No one will pull a Rostenkowski and bend over backwards to do time for Obama. Obama has a weak, tarnished reputation, and a scandal like this will be exponentially bigger than the Kenendy/mob union scandal. Obama can have them killed because Blagojevich is costing taxpayers about 5 Mil in court fees which WE pay. Obama can also look at Jackson Jr.s shitty family history and blame crazy muslims angry that the jackson family owns Budwieser distributorships. This is almost like a bad BET movie where the fat lead actor (Rapper/model/athlete) goes on a killing spree to eliminate moles in his drug empire. In fact. I bet Beanie Segal ain't doing shit, lets get him to play Obama, lets get michael rapparport to play blagojevich, and lets get sean puffy combs to play jesse jackson jr. All we need is a shitty rap soundtrack and we are good to go.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I think I am.....No. I am sure I am hungry
Baby, I am hungry. When I say I am hungry, I mean to say that I am hungry for you. Its funny though, because my hunger for you is like regular hunger. I mean a hunger one would have when no food has entered their stomach for some time. Regardless, I hunger. Sweet thing, since you've been gone, The Punisher just hasn't been the same. I am not ashamed to admit to you, I miss your loving. Since you left, I have been unable to drive the memories of you from my mind. Day and night, I dream of you. I dream of all the wonderful moments we shared together. I dream that one day, I will enjoy the privilege and pleasure of rat tat tatting that fat ass once again. There will be tenderness also.
Sexy lady, I want to invite you back to my place and create a special night for you. I want you to lay back on my couch made of the finest Corintian leatherand make everything all right again. I want to make you a gourmet meal and serve it to you on only the finest china, or Chinet, which is stiff cardboard. We will enjoy wine and candlelight, and I will make roast duck or pheasant, or a meal of equal or greater fineness. Only the finest meal is to be presented before my baby. There will be gravy and pickled jalapeno peppers also.
I will hand-spoon the meal into your sweet mouth. Every bite. And I won't rush you. I will not present you with another bite until after you are completely done with the one you are on at that time. I would never rush you baby. I would also take bites of the meal, because the naked pleasure on your face as you enjoy the meal would increase my own hunger. Hunger for you, hunger for us, and hunger because I have not eaten in a while. We would both eat.
I believe that after I prepare this superb meal for you, you would want to make me your dessert. You would forgive me for all the wrong I've done you. I know deep down you will. You will because I am truly sorry for all those things I did to you. And I am deeply sorry for all the things I said to you. You know I didn't mean any of it. The Chooch Punisher punishes many chooches with his cock, but he loves only you with all of his heart and for all of eternity. Them ladies were just whores for all he cares. Beautiful, big-breasted , fat-assed whores.
The only time the Chooch Punisher is ever happy is when he is eating a meduim rare porterhouse or wagyu steak, or thinking of you. Don't you see, baby? I can't live without you or eating.
When I am thinking about you, I am thinking about sprinkling the floor of your home with rose petals. Then I want to put on your favorite Jodeci tape on the single small stereo that plays tapes, and dance with you real slow. Then I want to slowly pull your clothes off your smooth, sexy body and move you onto the floor. Then, I want to get on top of you and not stop untill the cops have to taser me to get me off your delicious whipped cream and anjou pear covered body. I like pears.
And you know, girl, when the Chooch Punisher says he will love you all night long, he means all night long. There might be a few breaks for eating, or for stretching out cramped hamstring muscles that have become twisted and painful from prolonged rythmic chooch punishing. From the early evening of night to the break of dawn. I will not sleep until you are satisfied. I will attend to your every desire. I will massage you with edible oils, tantilize your perfect nipples with strawberries, watermelons, or pineapples, and procede to kiss away any remaining chocolate sauce from your body. I will not be concerned that we have fucked up my satin sheets. I will not be concerned with my own happiness whatsoever. Only your happiness, and my hunger will be thought of. After I have eaten a burrito or whatever and have finished jamming my cock in your mouth, I will rub scented jasmine lotion all over your naked body. I will wrap you in the fucked up satin sheets and hold you. I will slap your ass tenderly, Partly because you ruined my sheets, and partly because you ate the last slice of pizza.
Baby, I just want to be your love chef. I will make it my sole mission in life to be your servant. And I will not stop pleasing you until the day I die. I will also force you to submit to dress up sessions and role-playing that you are a waitress and I am a mean hungry customer. I will say things like "Get me my steak Bitch!" in a loving and playful way. Man, I would love a torta sandwhich from atotonilco's right about now.
The Chooch Punisher
love chef
Sexy lady, I want to invite you back to my place and create a special night for you. I want you to lay back on my couch made of the finest Corintian leatherand make everything all right again. I want to make you a gourmet meal and serve it to you on only the finest china, or Chinet, which is stiff cardboard. We will enjoy wine and candlelight, and I will make roast duck or pheasant, or a meal of equal or greater fineness. Only the finest meal is to be presented before my baby. There will be gravy and pickled jalapeno peppers also.
I will hand-spoon the meal into your sweet mouth. Every bite. And I won't rush you. I will not present you with another bite until after you are completely done with the one you are on at that time. I would never rush you baby. I would also take bites of the meal, because the naked pleasure on your face as you enjoy the meal would increase my own hunger. Hunger for you, hunger for us, and hunger because I have not eaten in a while. We would both eat.
I believe that after I prepare this superb meal for you, you would want to make me your dessert. You would forgive me for all the wrong I've done you. I know deep down you will. You will because I am truly sorry for all those things I did to you. And I am deeply sorry for all the things I said to you. You know I didn't mean any of it. The Chooch Punisher punishes many chooches with his cock, but he loves only you with all of his heart and for all of eternity. Them ladies were just whores for all he cares. Beautiful, big-breasted , fat-assed whores.
The only time the Chooch Punisher is ever happy is when he is eating a meduim rare porterhouse or wagyu steak, or thinking of you. Don't you see, baby? I can't live without you or eating.
When I am thinking about you, I am thinking about sprinkling the floor of your home with rose petals. Then I want to put on your favorite Jodeci tape on the single small stereo that plays tapes, and dance with you real slow. Then I want to slowly pull your clothes off your smooth, sexy body and move you onto the floor. Then, I want to get on top of you and not stop untill the cops have to taser me to get me off your delicious whipped cream and anjou pear covered body. I like pears.
And you know, girl, when the Chooch Punisher says he will love you all night long, he means all night long. There might be a few breaks for eating, or for stretching out cramped hamstring muscles that have become twisted and painful from prolonged rythmic chooch punishing. From the early evening of night to the break of dawn. I will not sleep until you are satisfied. I will attend to your every desire. I will massage you with edible oils, tantilize your perfect nipples with strawberries, watermelons, or pineapples, and procede to kiss away any remaining chocolate sauce from your body. I will not be concerned that we have fucked up my satin sheets. I will not be concerned with my own happiness whatsoever. Only your happiness, and my hunger will be thought of. After I have eaten a burrito or whatever and have finished jamming my cock in your mouth, I will rub scented jasmine lotion all over your naked body. I will wrap you in the fucked up satin sheets and hold you. I will slap your ass tenderly, Partly because you ruined my sheets, and partly because you ate the last slice of pizza.
Baby, I just want to be your love chef. I will make it my sole mission in life to be your servant. And I will not stop pleasing you until the day I die. I will also force you to submit to dress up sessions and role-playing that you are a waitress and I am a mean hungry customer. I will say things like "Get me my steak Bitch!" in a loving and playful way. Man, I would love a torta sandwhich from atotonilco's right about now.
The Chooch Punisher
love chef
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
What about motherfucking Raja Bell?
Hello friends, It is I, the Handsome Right-hander, Back to make a ple to all you NBA teams with Trillions to spend. Please consider spending Millions on Raja Bell. Now, I will ask you to forget about the fact that he is a sub-par player, 145th best forward in the league, and slow-fotted on defense. OVERLOOK that stuff, because Raja Bell need to feed his family. I only ask that you becareful with Raja bell and his tender heart of glass, because it breaks easy. I have a crazy, but intriguing theory, that Raja Bell will bring about the apocalypse. It goes something like this:
1) Amare Stoudamire leaves Phoenix, and signs a 5 yr, 100 Million dollar contract with the New York Assholes Knicks.
2) Chris Bosh gets signed to a 6 year, 126 Million dollar deal with the Toronto Raptors, then gets traded to Cleveland to be teamed up with LeBron James. Clevelend sends an assortment of players, non-perishable foodstuffs, and a couple of used Cleaveland Cavalier sweatpants circa 1979. Somehow, Mark Price, who retired in 1994 will be included in the deal, even though he is currently a Real Estate Agent.
3) Dewayne Wade will see that no one is coming to help him win a title in Miami, so he will take the Bulls Max contact offer.
4) Miami, losing its only star, will go after the 4th, 5th 6th best players available, but since they know they suck, they will try to sign with the Bulls, Cleaveland, or Assholes.
5) New Jersey, will panic and sign Shaquille ONeal to a deal, then, immediately regret it
6) Miami, will field a team of miscreants, naer-do-wells, and leftovers from the streetball tv show "AND 1."
7) All teams will think they have a good team to compete with, and only be missing a veteran role player.
8) All teams will simultaneously see that Raja Bell is both unemployed, and available, and bid on his services.
9) The price for a Raja bell will skyrocket to astronomical sums.
10) The league will meet next year for a new collective barganing agreement and say "How the hell can you cry about being broke when some jackass like Raja Bell is making 500 Million Dollars?" The Basketball player's union will look all sad and shit, but have no answer for the Bell Contract.
11) The NBA will fold, and thousands of high school kids will have no dreams or aspirations.
12) Crime will rise, international strife will rise, and Obama will have nothing to play in order to relax.
13) War will come, and when Obama cannot speechify it away, he will push the button, and the world will end.
In summary, as you sit there in the unemployment line, soup kitchen line, or tied to your cubicle worrying about how you will paythe mortgage, please PLEASE consider Raja Bell, and the fact that he will only make 600 Million dollars. I am working feverishly to set up a website where we can collect money for RAJA BELL. http://www.rajabellcansmokemypole.com/. Thanks for reading and for caring about Raja Bell.
The Handsome Right-Hander
Sports Guy
Humanitarian
Hater of the New Yrok Assholes
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Identity or Memory?
We were all once children. We are older, wiser, fatter. and in my case, balder and more awesome. However, we are the same person. We have all heard expressions like "The day I became a man," or "The day my childhood ended." I ask you now, Under what conditions is an individual at one time the same person as an individual at another time?
I tend to side with people who say that it is our memory that helps us determine who we are, rather, our Identity. A scientist creating a machine could theoretically disintigrate your body, and make it appear in another machine with the same organic matter down to the molecule, but would your memories exist? memories are not made of molecules. The machine can get the scar above your left eyebrow from when you cut yourself giving yourself a Vanilla Ice line in your eyebrow, but would it get your memory of your first kiss right?
I believe we are all the same person we were as children, just older and wiser. A beard does not make you a man, nor does sexual activity, because we have all seen plenty of teenage moms, and grammar school wispy moustaches. I believe we make decisions to etablish our own identities. Say a fat kid wants to lift weights and get in shape, he does this to change his body, and create a new identity for himself. This instance however, is based on memory because the memory of torment, or how their body used to look, is the stimulus for change.
We have identity roles that we are born with: man, woman, red-head, albino, etc. We also have people who seek to change their roles. I know women who have dyed their hair so many times they forget their natural color. They are the same person though, through the style changes, because they REMEMBER who they are. One remembers who they are because of their established identities, and one has an identity because the remember what they once were, or are.
The Raving Lunatic
I can beat you in a debate, or streetfight
I tend to side with people who say that it is our memory that helps us determine who we are, rather, our Identity. A scientist creating a machine could theoretically disintigrate your body, and make it appear in another machine with the same organic matter down to the molecule, but would your memories exist? memories are not made of molecules. The machine can get the scar above your left eyebrow from when you cut yourself giving yourself a Vanilla Ice line in your eyebrow, but would it get your memory of your first kiss right?
I believe we are all the same person we were as children, just older and wiser. A beard does not make you a man, nor does sexual activity, because we have all seen plenty of teenage moms, and grammar school wispy moustaches. I believe we make decisions to etablish our own identities. Say a fat kid wants to lift weights and get in shape, he does this to change his body, and create a new identity for himself. This instance however, is based on memory because the memory of torment, or how their body used to look, is the stimulus for change.
We have identity roles that we are born with: man, woman, red-head, albino, etc. We also have people who seek to change their roles. I know women who have dyed their hair so many times they forget their natural color. They are the same person though, through the style changes, because they REMEMBER who they are. One remembers who they are because of their established identities, and one has an identity because the remember what they once were, or are.
The Raving Lunatic
I can beat you in a debate, or streetfight
The D.R.E.A.M. Act
Obama was on the news this mornig talking about immigration reform. The basic rundown was like this:
1) Obama said he wants immigration reform
2) Obama said he supports the D.R.E.A.M Act
3) Obama said he needs Republican votes to pass it
4) Obama got all serious and shit.
I saw it this way:
1) The Gulf is still fucked up
2) There is a Democratic Supermajority in congress right now
3) Obama is attempting to appeal to voters to keep Deocrats in office so they can think about the immigration reform some more, before ultimately doing nothing about it.
4) Since immigrants have no money, BP's inaction is basically a condemnation of Democrats, and once Republicans get in power again, BP will clean up the mess in about 15 minutes
For what is worth, I think the we need to start talking about the D.R.E.A.M Act. If we get passionate about it, and carry the fight over to the elections in November, we can get a clean gulf AND immigration reform. Hooray for liberty!
The Development, Relief and Education for Alien Minors Act (The "DREAM Act") is a piece of proposed federal legislation in the United States that was introduced in the United States Senate, and the United States House of Representatives on March 26, 2009. This bill would provide certain illegal alien students who graduate from US high schools, who are of good moral character, arrived in the U.S. as minors, and have been in the country continuously for at least five years prior to the bill's enactment, the opportunity to earn conditional permanent residency. The alien students would obtain temporary residency for a six year period. Within the six year period, a qualified student must have "acquired a degree from an institution of higher education in the United States or [have] completed at least 2 years, in good standing, in a program for a bachelor's degree or higher degree in the United States," or have "served in the uniformed services for at least 2 years and, if discharged, [have] received an honorable discharge." "Any alien whose permanent resident status is terminated [according to the terms of the Act] shall return to the immigration status the alien had immediately prior to receiving conditional permanent resident status under this Act."
According to the 2009 version of the senate bill[9], DREAM Act beneficiaries must:
1) Have proof of having arrived in the United States before age 16.
2) Have proof of residence in the United States for a least five consecutive years since their date of arrival, compliance with Selective Service.
3) Be between the ages of 12 and 35 at the time of bill enactment.
4) Have graduated from an American high school or obtained a GED.
5) Be of "good moral character"
During the first six years, the immigrant would be granted "conditional" status, and would be required to graduate from a two-year community college or complete at least two years towards a 4-year degree, or serve two years in the U.S. military. After the six year period, an immigrant who met at least one of these three conditions would be eligible to apply for legal permanent resident status. During this six year conditional period, immigrants would not be eligible for federal higher education grants such as Pell grants, but they would be able to apply for student loans and work study.
If the immigrant did not meet the educational or military service requirement within the six year time period, their temporary residence would be revoked and they would be removable. They also must not commit any crimes other than those considered non-drug related misdemeanors, regardless of whether or not they have already been approved for permanent status at the end of their six years. Being convicted of a major crime, or drug-related infraction would automatically remove the six year temporary residence status and they would be subject to deportation.
If the immigrant met all of the conditions at the end of the 6-year conditional period, they would be granted permanent residency, which would eventually allow them to become U.S. citizens. An estimated 65,000 immigrant students graduate from high school each year. However, it is not known how many of those were eligible go on to complete the further requirements. It is estimated that currently only 7,000–13,000 college students nationally can fulfill the further obligations, a drastic drop from the already limited pool of those initially eligible.
The bill also restores the option for states to determine residency for purposes of higher education benefits by repealing Section 505 of the Illegal Immigration Reform and Immigrant Responsibility Act (IIRIRA) of 1996 (8 U.S.C. 1623). The majority of states interpret this provision as disqualifying unauthorized students from certain higher education benefits such as in-state tuition rates. Some states have enacted laws aimed at making unauthorized state residents eligible for in-state tuition rates without violating this IIRIRA provision However, some students paying out-of-state tuition have filed lawsuits in these states, claiming state education officials violated this federal law. Repealing this provision would provide states the ability to choose their own residency requirements for higher education benefits.
"The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly, the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of liberty - Abraham Lincoln"
1) Obama said he wants immigration reform
2) Obama said he supports the D.R.E.A.M Act
3) Obama said he needs Republican votes to pass it
4) Obama got all serious and shit.
I saw it this way:
1) The Gulf is still fucked up
2) There is a Democratic Supermajority in congress right now
3) Obama is attempting to appeal to voters to keep Deocrats in office so they can think about the immigration reform some more, before ultimately doing nothing about it.
4) Since immigrants have no money, BP's inaction is basically a condemnation of Democrats, and once Republicans get in power again, BP will clean up the mess in about 15 minutes
For what is worth, I think the we need to start talking about the D.R.E.A.M Act. If we get passionate about it, and carry the fight over to the elections in November, we can get a clean gulf AND immigration reform. Hooray for liberty!
The Development, Relief and Education for Alien Minors Act (The "DREAM Act") is a piece of proposed federal legislation in the United States that was introduced in the United States Senate, and the United States House of Representatives on March 26, 2009. This bill would provide certain illegal alien students who graduate from US high schools, who are of good moral character, arrived in the U.S. as minors, and have been in the country continuously for at least five years prior to the bill's enactment, the opportunity to earn conditional permanent residency. The alien students would obtain temporary residency for a six year period. Within the six year period, a qualified student must have "acquired a degree from an institution of higher education in the United States or [have] completed at least 2 years, in good standing, in a program for a bachelor's degree or higher degree in the United States," or have "served in the uniformed services for at least 2 years and, if discharged, [have] received an honorable discharge." "Any alien whose permanent resident status is terminated [according to the terms of the Act] shall return to the immigration status the alien had immediately prior to receiving conditional permanent resident status under this Act."
According to the 2009 version of the senate bill[9], DREAM Act beneficiaries must:
1) Have proof of having arrived in the United States before age 16.
2) Have proof of residence in the United States for a least five consecutive years since their date of arrival, compliance with Selective Service.
3) Be between the ages of 12 and 35 at the time of bill enactment.
4) Have graduated from an American high school or obtained a GED.
5) Be of "good moral character"
During the first six years, the immigrant would be granted "conditional" status, and would be required to graduate from a two-year community college or complete at least two years towards a 4-year degree, or serve two years in the U.S. military. After the six year period, an immigrant who met at least one of these three conditions would be eligible to apply for legal permanent resident status. During this six year conditional period, immigrants would not be eligible for federal higher education grants such as Pell grants, but they would be able to apply for student loans and work study.
If the immigrant did not meet the educational or military service requirement within the six year time period, their temporary residence would be revoked and they would be removable. They also must not commit any crimes other than those considered non-drug related misdemeanors, regardless of whether or not they have already been approved for permanent status at the end of their six years. Being convicted of a major crime, or drug-related infraction would automatically remove the six year temporary residence status and they would be subject to deportation.
If the immigrant met all of the conditions at the end of the 6-year conditional period, they would be granted permanent residency, which would eventually allow them to become U.S. citizens. An estimated 65,000 immigrant students graduate from high school each year. However, it is not known how many of those were eligible go on to complete the further requirements. It is estimated that currently only 7,000–13,000 college students nationally can fulfill the further obligations, a drastic drop from the already limited pool of those initially eligible.
The bill also restores the option for states to determine residency for purposes of higher education benefits by repealing Section 505 of the Illegal Immigration Reform and Immigrant Responsibility Act (IIRIRA) of 1996 (8 U.S.C. 1623). The majority of states interpret this provision as disqualifying unauthorized students from certain higher education benefits such as in-state tuition rates. Some states have enacted laws aimed at making unauthorized state residents eligible for in-state tuition rates without violating this IIRIRA provision However, some students paying out-of-state tuition have filed lawsuits in these states, claiming state education officials violated this federal law. Repealing this provision would provide states the ability to choose their own residency requirements for higher education benefits.
"The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly, the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of liberty - Abraham Lincoln"
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Man as compared to Schrodinger's cat
Dear friends, I was asked today whether I consider myself a lover or a fighter, I say I am both. Folly you say? "No," I say. I subscribe to the principle of duality. "What the fuck is that?" you say? Let my homeboy Schrödinger explain:
One can even set up quite ridiculous cases to explain the theory. Let's say a cat is trapped in a steel chamber, along with the following device (which must be secured against direct interference by the cat): in a Geiger counter, there is a tiny bit of radioactive substance, so small that perhaps in the course of the hour, one of the atoms decays, but also, with equal probability, perhaps none; if it happens, the counter tube discharges, and through a relay releases a hammer that shatters a small flask of hydrocyanic acid. If one has left this entire system to itself for an hour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile no atom has decayed. The psi-function of the entire system would express this by having in it the living and dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out in equal parts.
For a while, the cat is both alive AND dead. Its only when you check the box that you remove one of the two possibilites. Man is BOTH good AND evil. Its only when faced with certian situations that we become one or the other. The truth of the matter is that we choose what we want to be, and nothing happens until we choose. In the famous Schrodinger experiment, nothing happens untill WE revoe the lid and eliminate one of the 2 possibillities.
In the end, I come to the conclusion that essentially, I am a lover until I need to be a fighter, and a fighter until I get to some loving. I am a lover, but I like to fight so don;t get any ideas.
The Raving Lunatic
One can even set up quite ridiculous cases to explain the theory. Let's say a cat is trapped in a steel chamber, along with the following device (which must be secured against direct interference by the cat): in a Geiger counter, there is a tiny bit of radioactive substance, so small that perhaps in the course of the hour, one of the atoms decays, but also, with equal probability, perhaps none; if it happens, the counter tube discharges, and through a relay releases a hammer that shatters a small flask of hydrocyanic acid. If one has left this entire system to itself for an hour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile no atom has decayed. The psi-function of the entire system would express this by having in it the living and dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out in equal parts.
For a while, the cat is both alive AND dead. Its only when you check the box that you remove one of the two possibilites. Man is BOTH good AND evil. Its only when faced with certian situations that we become one or the other. The truth of the matter is that we choose what we want to be, and nothing happens until we choose. In the famous Schrodinger experiment, nothing happens untill WE revoe the lid and eliminate one of the 2 possibillities.
In the end, I come to the conclusion that essentially, I am a lover until I need to be a fighter, and a fighter until I get to some loving. I am a lover, but I like to fight so don;t get any ideas.
The Raving Lunatic
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The Handsome Right-Hander
Hello sports fans,
It is I, the handsome Right-Hander, back to speak on Championships. Yesterday, a friend got me to go to a Cubs game. He got a couple of 4 dollar tickets. At the low, low price of 4 dollars, I will go and watch a little league game. It turns out, I did see a little league game. I saw Derrek Lee and Tyler Colvin make 2 errors each, and Fontenot, Theriot, and KOYIYIYIE (Pronounced KOI) Hill all give up on more than one at-bat by swinging half-assedly. The night was bleak, and then I saw it.
Across the way, There was a brilliant flash in the humid night air. I ran over to a camera man and spoke at a machine gun pace. Across the way, There was Dave Bolland, Blackhawks player, and he had the Stanl;ey Cup with him! The game was over pretty quickly, and the Cubs gave up in the 4th inning. When the game had ended, my buddy and I ran over to see if we could get a glimpse of the cup. Bolland was more than happy to hoist it over his head, and then come out into the crowd that has mobbed the streets and began chanting. You can see it on facebook by looking up Jimmy Banda.
It sucks that in the greatest city in the world, we cannot field winning teams. The sox had a good thing, but tinkering led to bad results. The Bulls always seem to be good, but never GREAT, The BEARS are like olympics, every 4 years they do something, The CUBS? Lets not go there. We deserve better. Oh well, the BlackHawks own the city for the summer. The cup is shiny, and all is forgotten. Bears training camp is right around the corner.
The Handsome Right-Hander
It is I, the handsome Right-Hander, back to speak on Championships. Yesterday, a friend got me to go to a Cubs game. He got a couple of 4 dollar tickets. At the low, low price of 4 dollars, I will go and watch a little league game. It turns out, I did see a little league game. I saw Derrek Lee and Tyler Colvin make 2 errors each, and Fontenot, Theriot, and KOYIYIYIE (Pronounced KOI) Hill all give up on more than one at-bat by swinging half-assedly. The night was bleak, and then I saw it.
Across the way, There was a brilliant flash in the humid night air. I ran over to a camera man and spoke at a machine gun pace. Across the way, There was Dave Bolland, Blackhawks player, and he had the Stanl;ey Cup with him! The game was over pretty quickly, and the Cubs gave up in the 4th inning. When the game had ended, my buddy and I ran over to see if we could get a glimpse of the cup. Bolland was more than happy to hoist it over his head, and then come out into the crowd that has mobbed the streets and began chanting. You can see it on facebook by looking up Jimmy Banda.
It sucks that in the greatest city in the world, we cannot field winning teams. The sox had a good thing, but tinkering led to bad results. The Bulls always seem to be good, but never GREAT, The BEARS are like olympics, every 4 years they do something, The CUBS? Lets not go there. We deserve better. Oh well, the BlackHawks own the city for the summer. The cup is shiny, and all is forgotten. Bears training camp is right around the corner.
The Handsome Right-Hander
Monday, June 14, 2010
Sports with the Handsome Right-Hander
Hello Sports fans!
I, the amazing Handsome Right-Hander. have returned to talk about sports. This weekend, the Greatest spectacle in all of sports kicked off. The World Cup began and the excitement surrounding it grew to an all-consuming swirl of advertising, and 2 am kick-offs. The Sox took 2 of 3 from the Cubs, and in Cubs fashion, it took a near no-hitter to win the game. The Blackhawks rescued the city from another bleak Scrub summer, and it looks like the Cavs and Miami Heat will keep their superstars.
Lost in the shuffle, were 2 stories that merit further discussion. First, Notre Dame Football, which has not been relevant for some time, somehow blew it and could have moved into the Big Ten Conference. Thhis would mean high-profile yearly games with football powerhouses such as Michigan, Ohio State, and Iowa. ND probably focused on playing scrub teams like Indiana, Iowa State, and our own Fighting Illini. ND hemmed and hawed asking for more money, and the conference stepped over their dying carcas and took in Nebraska. Notre Dame can now look to apply to the stacked Big 12 conference, because it looks likle it will only have 5 teams left. Notre Dame will be the big fish in a small pond, and still have to face tough teams to win anything. Way to cash in on your history ND.
The next asshole we can talk about is Tenessee Titans Qurterback Vince Young. Before this weekend, Young's claims to fame were his Wonderlic test score, which measures intelligence on a scale of 1-34, and his attempted suicide watches. Both his will to live without being a starting quarterback and his intelligence were dangerously low. This weekend, he was at a casino/stripclub/bar, and when he went to get some more money at the cash cage, the manager flashed him a upside down Texas Longhorn symbol, essentially saying "Boo to Texas, I went to blah blah blah community college and were better than you." Vince, being calm and famous for making good decisions, punched him and attacked the people long after security stopped the fiasco. Vince Young has made about 30M dollars, and about 30M mistakes, yet he continues to make mistakes. I bet he is a Cubs fan. Maybe he was trying to impress this girl. I, for one, and VERY impressed.
I, the amazing Handsome Right-Hander. have returned to talk about sports. This weekend, the Greatest spectacle in all of sports kicked off. The World Cup began and the excitement surrounding it grew to an all-consuming swirl of advertising, and 2 am kick-offs. The Sox took 2 of 3 from the Cubs, and in Cubs fashion, it took a near no-hitter to win the game. The Blackhawks rescued the city from another bleak Scrub summer, and it looks like the Cavs and Miami Heat will keep their superstars.
The Handsome Right-Hander
Sports Expert
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Sex on the brain?
Hello friends,
It is I, the Chooch Punisher, back again to anser your pressing questions. Today I will focus on a letter from a man named Ismael Julio Lopez. In it he says:
Dear Chooch,
You are awesome, and I am not. You must travel around the world slaying the finest chooch. All I do is sit around and yearn. Have you ever yearned? I mean yearn for the slow, smooth touch of a woman. How much is too much time spent thinking about women?
Ismael Julio Lopez
Dear IJP,
I love the ladies. I have trhe strengthand verility of ten men and one young boy. I happen to think that there is never enough time for the ladies. Since you are not as awesome as me, I have devised a little test to see if you think too much about sex.
See if you find the following statements sexy or not, truthful or not:
1) Murmuring in a gutteral fashon, she slowly opened her cotton blouse to expose heaving breasts each with a swollen hard nipple. She then lifted her hoop skirt to expose a pink glistening triangle of raven dark pubic hair...........
2) Two women slowly manually self-stimulated to orgasm. Anal and vaginal contraction waveforms were captured on a computer isolating synchronization contactions of orgasmic lumens. Pelvic muscular forces started low, , increased theough the first half, and then slowly decreased. ........
3) ...She feverishly worked the logorihm over and over until the desired result was spalshed all over the clean white sheet.......
4) F = q[E + V x B)]
5) Do you have carpel tunnel syndrome due to excessive masturbation?
6) Before masturbating, do you try to seduce your hand with disarming candid self-appraisals such as "You probably won'tbelieve this, but i used to be a fat kid," or "You may find this hard to believe, but I am very insecure?"
7) Has your onlibe porn fetish become so refined that less than 10 women in the world fit into it like Mature hairy Asian midget hypoglycemic type-o negative plumpers who like Cincinnatti bowties?
8) Do you think AMC's Madmen should end every show with Christina Hendricks slathering half-melted smart balance on her naked body while undulating frenetically to Bobby Byrd's "Hot Pants (I'm Coming?)"
9) Have you ever fantasized about orally pleasuring Katie Couric under her desk while she struggles to maintain her composure and narrate a story about artisianal tilapia fish harvesting in Papua New Guinea? What about Tom Brokaw?
10) When you meet a new couple in a public setting, do you tend to ignore the man/boyfriend, establish eye contact with the woman, and signal to her-wordlessly and with subtle gestures- that you would like to take her to a seedy motel and massage her pereneum with slightly warm almond oil?
What about filling her face with chicken McNuggets?
11) Do you believe ling up you our next sloppy blowjob is more of a priority that rebuilding Louisiana's crumbling infrastructure?
12) Would you have sex with someone whose politics you abhor (Say, a nazi or shite muslim) if she had a skiny waist and huge breasts? Like, realy nice breasts?
13) Do you find yourself being tossed helplessly across the bodies of boxom subway riders and often having to clutch desperately at their taut buttocks to prevent yourself frombeing tossed to the floor, even though the train has not left the station and is completely still?
14) Do you like Blondes?
If you answered honestly and can say "Yes" to any four of these questions, congrats, your a full-blown sex maniac. If you are a woman, call me.
Jokey Jokemaker 316
It is I, the Chooch Punisher, back again to anser your pressing questions. Today I will focus on a letter from a man named Ismael Julio Lopez. In it he says:
Dear Chooch,
You are awesome, and I am not. You must travel around the world slaying the finest chooch. All I do is sit around and yearn. Have you ever yearned? I mean yearn for the slow, smooth touch of a woman. How much is too much time spent thinking about women?
Ismael Julio Lopez
Dear IJP,
I love the ladies. I have trhe strengthand verility of ten men and one young boy. I happen to think that there is never enough time for the ladies. Since you are not as awesome as me, I have devised a little test to see if you think too much about sex.
See if you find the following statements sexy or not, truthful or not:
1) Murmuring in a gutteral fashon, she slowly opened her cotton blouse to expose heaving breasts each with a swollen hard nipple. She then lifted her hoop skirt to expose a pink glistening triangle of raven dark pubic hair...........
2) Two women slowly manually self-stimulated to orgasm. Anal and vaginal contraction waveforms were captured on a computer isolating synchronization contactions of orgasmic lumens. Pelvic muscular forces started low, , increased theough the first half, and then slowly decreased. ........
3) ...She feverishly worked the logorihm over and over until the desired result was spalshed all over the clean white sheet.......
4) F = q[E + V x B)]
5) Do you have carpel tunnel syndrome due to excessive masturbation?
6) Before masturbating, do you try to seduce your hand with disarming candid self-appraisals such as "You probably won'tbelieve this, but i used to be a fat kid," or "You may find this hard to believe, but I am very insecure?"
7) Has your onlibe porn fetish become so refined that less than 10 women in the world fit into it like Mature hairy Asian midget hypoglycemic type-o negative plumpers who like Cincinnatti bowties?
8) Do you think AMC's Madmen should end every show with Christina Hendricks slathering half-melted smart balance on her naked body while undulating frenetically to Bobby Byrd's "Hot Pants (I'm Coming?)"
9) Have you ever fantasized about orally pleasuring Katie Couric under her desk while she struggles to maintain her composure and narrate a story about artisianal tilapia fish harvesting in Papua New Guinea? What about Tom Brokaw?
10) When you meet a new couple in a public setting, do you tend to ignore the man/boyfriend, establish eye contact with the woman, and signal to her-wordlessly and with subtle gestures- that you would like to take her to a seedy motel and massage her pereneum with slightly warm almond oil?
What about filling her face with chicken McNuggets?
12) Would you have sex with someone whose politics you abhor (Say, a nazi or shite muslim) if she had a skiny waist and huge breasts? Like, realy nice breasts?
13) Do you find yourself being tossed helplessly across the bodies of boxom subway riders and often having to clutch desperately at their taut buttocks to prevent yourself frombeing tossed to the floor, even though the train has not left the station and is completely still?14) Do you like Blondes?
If you answered honestly and can say "Yes" to any four of these questions, congrats, your a full-blown sex maniac. If you are a woman, call me.
Jokey Jokemaker 316
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Time, as explained by Jokey Jokemaker
I was walking with a friend down the street one day and he said “Hey, I hear music.” I said “Big deal, we all hear it. I can also see music and smell music.” He said “Oh yeah? What else can you do?” I said: “I can see time moving along all about you.” He wept bitterly. Since the time of Aristotle, philosophers, and smart people have been trying to understand the nature of time. Sir Isaac Newton put forth the notion that time was a thing with many moving parts, a.k.a, “individual” times. Therefore, an event happening in a certain time meant that the event filled that part, or unit of time.
I think that this notion is not worth a velvet painting of a whale and a dolphin getting it on. I happen to agree with the notion that Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz proposed. He thought that events happened before, after, and simultaneously. Time was just a unit we used to help organize these events distinctly from each other.
The question I have is: “How do we experience time?” We have all heard the idiom “Time flows.” I ask: “Does it?” When I say “Now is the present,” I am speaking truth. The present is simply WHEN I say it is. Some argue that you and I are special because we live at the present. We all can see what happens to an ice cube left out of the freezer for an hour. I say that it is not because it is affected by time, but rather by the elements for a unit of time. I see time swirling about the ice cube as well and the elements doing their savage and natural duty to damage. I see this and I argue that I am more special because I see time as an ever-moving thing, past future and present at all times and in all shapes and forms
You might say that a boring speech by someone like Ismael Julio Lopez may take an eternity to sit through, but that is false. It just FEELS like an eternity, because at that point, you have a brief glimpse of time moving all about you. You see others vainly attempt to look away or ignore Ismael Julio Lopez altogether, but your abject lack of interest in hearing anything Ismael Julio Lopez says, allows you to lose yourself in the time stream and feel it as it moves steadily along. Time is your interpretation of things happening and you not assigning any special significance to them. Time and significance equal cherished memories, time and no significance equals nothing. I believe that one can attach fake significance to things, much like Hallmark did with Sweetest Day, in order to make them seem more real or important than they are. I also believe that one can simply look to say/do/be something else with more inherent importance. You call me impatient, I say you are wasting your time and life away.
That’s my view of time. That is to say, that’s how I see it all the time. And this dear friends, is why I tend not to listen to boring conversations with Ismael Julio Lopez, sit through bullshit movies like Tyler Perry’s ANYTHING, or Sarah Jessica Horseface Parker’s ANYTHING. Time is much too short to put up with bullshit like that.
http://www.ibelieveinjokeyjokemaker316.com/
I think that this notion is not worth a velvet painting of a whale and a dolphin getting it on. I happen to agree with the notion that Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz proposed. He thought that events happened before, after, and simultaneously. Time was just a unit we used to help organize these events distinctly from each other.
The question I have is: “How do we experience time?” We have all heard the idiom “Time flows.” I ask: “Does it?” When I say “Now is the present,” I am speaking truth. The present is simply WHEN I say it is. Some argue that you and I are special because we live at the present. We all can see what happens to an ice cube left out of the freezer for an hour. I say that it is not because it is affected by time, but rather by the elements for a unit of time. I see time swirling about the ice cube as well and the elements doing their savage and natural duty to damage. I see this and I argue that I am more special because I see time as an ever-moving thing, past future and present at all times and in all shapes and forms
You might say that a boring speech by someone like Ismael Julio Lopez may take an eternity to sit through, but that is false. It just FEELS like an eternity, because at that point, you have a brief glimpse of time moving all about you. You see others vainly attempt to look away or ignore Ismael Julio Lopez altogether, but your abject lack of interest in hearing anything Ismael Julio Lopez says, allows you to lose yourself in the time stream and feel it as it moves steadily along. Time is your interpretation of things happening and you not assigning any special significance to them. Time and significance equal cherished memories, time and no significance equals nothing. I believe that one can attach fake significance to things, much like Hallmark did with Sweetest Day, in order to make them seem more real or important than they are. I also believe that one can simply look to say/do/be something else with more inherent importance. You call me impatient, I say you are wasting your time and life away.
That’s my view of time. That is to say, that’s how I see it all the time. And this dear friends, is why I tend not to listen to boring conversations with Ismael Julio Lopez, sit through bullshit movies like Tyler Perry’s ANYTHING, or Sarah Jessica Horseface Parker’s ANYTHING. Time is much too short to put up with bullshit like that.
http://www.ibelieveinjokeyjokemaker316.com/
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
An ode to the teat.
Fair teat,
Say where or when, I shall see you again.
Round, fleshy, mound of love,
Full of life-giving milk dangling above.
Below the child whose hunger grows,
kisses the teats and for fun blows,
to motorboat the big old breasts;
of ways to pass the day, this is best.
The jiggly ones are hard to beat,
but even small ones are sweet-ass sweet
I say to you dear nipple and breast,
I thank you for all you do
After punishing the chooch and taking a short rest,
I shall sit and write more odes to honor you
How to solve the BP Oil Spill
Hey,
I think that if Barack Obama donated the money he made by being in the Tag Team video for "WHoop there it is," to cleaning up the pelicans in the gulf, we could solve this oil spill crisis in 5 minutes. The Oil Spill now is so big that if it were placed on a map of the US near Chicago, it would stretch from Miliwaukee to Kalamazoo and from Rockford Illinois to Muskeegon. Joliet would be engulfed too, but only 20 dollars of damage would be done. For a visual idea, click here
http://www.ifitwasmyhome.com/#loc=Burbank%2C%20IL%2C%20USA&lat=41.744&lng=-87.769&x=-87.769&y=41.744&z=7
The Gulf will formally be inducted into OPEC tomorrow. BP is fucking this operation up. First, they put a small cap on the pipeline, that stops about 6% of oil escaping, not 60.....motherfucking 6 percent. Now, I hear they are going to try to saw the tip off of the pileline to slow the oil flow. We now know that it has a little hat, and will have its tip sawed off, I believe this will be done to somehow label this pipe Jewish. Jews get blamed for everything: killing CHRIST, the gaza strip, sinking the titanic. Obama's weak stance on this disaster needs to be strenthened, I think he should reunite Tag Team and have them do a benefit for the Gulf. We could get Casper the cha cha slide man out of jail to sing too. After he says "three hops this time," he could say "Boycott BP gas stations....cha cha real smooth y'all." I remember that damn song being all over the place. I still hear it at some white weddings. For Obama's first acting gig, check here at the 1.02 mark.
or
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-FPimCmbX8
I think that if Barack Obama donated the money he made by being in the Tag Team video for "WHoop there it is," to cleaning up the pelicans in the gulf, we could solve this oil spill crisis in 5 minutes. The Oil Spill now is so big that if it were placed on a map of the US near Chicago, it would stretch from Miliwaukee to Kalamazoo and from Rockford Illinois to Muskeegon. Joliet would be engulfed too, but only 20 dollars of damage would be done. For a visual idea, click here
http://www.ifitwasmyhome.com/#loc=Burbank%2C%20IL%2C%20USA&lat=41.744&lng=-87.769&x=-87.769&y=41.744&z=7
The Gulf will formally be inducted into OPEC tomorrow. BP is fucking this operation up. First, they put a small cap on the pipeline, that stops about 6% of oil escaping, not 60.....motherfucking 6 percent. Now, I hear they are going to try to saw the tip off of the pileline to slow the oil flow. We now know that it has a little hat, and will have its tip sawed off, I believe this will be done to somehow label this pipe Jewish. Jews get blamed for everything: killing CHRIST, the gaza strip, sinking the titanic. Obama's weak stance on this disaster needs to be strenthened, I think he should reunite Tag Team and have them do a benefit for the Gulf. We could get Casper the cha cha slide man out of jail to sing too. After he says "three hops this time," he could say "Boycott BP gas stations....cha cha real smooth y'all." I remember that damn song being all over the place. I still hear it at some white weddings. For Obama's first acting gig, check here at the 1.02 mark.
or
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-FPimCmbX8
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Fate?
Hello,
It is I, the raving lunatic, once again to challenege you to think. Today, I would like to question your idea of FATE. Fate is the belief that things are destined to unfold in a certain manner. Most believe that FATE is unchangeable, others believe that it is determined by your own actions. I am here to give my own opinion.
The Bible speaks to us about the Last Supper. The Last Supper was the meal that Jesus had the night before he died. It is believed by many to have been a Passover Seder. Jesus goes on to share his meal with his 12 apostles. He had forseen the events that would occur between the meal and his imminent death. He annouced to his apostles that one of them would betray him. One by one they each said "It won't be me." Finally, Judas Iscariot, having already agreed to hand over Jesus to the Sanhedrin, said this as well and Jesus told him "Yes, it will be you." Having said this, why was Judas allowed to hand Jesus over to be killed? Would the other apostles simply allowed Jesus to be taken away? Could Judas have changed his mind at the last moment, and saved Jesus?
To this day Judas being called with the other disciples is somewhat mysterious. Judas Iscariot is noted in history as the one who betrayed Him (Jesus). Yet Judas was first numbered among the Twelve apostles (Lk.6:13, 22:3; Acts 1:16-17 numbered with us), “chosen” by Christ Himself, the “Apostle Judas” became a traitor? How could they not know a betrayer was in their midst. How could Judas go out and minister with them and see the same results and yet turn Jesus over in the hands of those who hated him? Jesus would have known his fate, and still went ahead with it. The fact that Jesus had to die so mankind could be absolved of its sins is a crucial core belief of Christianity. Very few people ever wonder if Judas was fated to be a traitor, or pawn of God. What would have happened if Judas had not turned over Jesus to be killed? Would Jesus no have to die to absolve humanity of its sins? Was Judas a pawn, or fated to be a betrayer? After the traiterous act, Judas tried to return the silver to the Sanhedrin, but they refused it. Judas went mad and hung himself in Potter's field. This suicide would have been a sin against one's self, and prevented him from going to Heaven. The case for Judas being forgiven for his transgressions would have been moot. Judas is universally hated and misunderstood for centuries, but the role he played was absoultely crucial. It was not Jesus who had to die for our sins, it was Judas Iscariot who needed to die. DID JUDAS have any say over how his FATE was sealed?
At one point in Jesus’ ministry He speaks some strong statements that few understood and many began to leave him. As recorded in John 6 he asks the question to his close disciples (the 12) about their leaving him like the others disciples. But Simon Peter answered Him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” Also we have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God. “Jesus answered them, “Did I not choose you, the twelve, and one of you is a devil? “He spoke of Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon, for it was he who would betray Him, being one of the twelve (John 6:68-71.) Now we understand how Judas was included with the twelve. Jesus knew all along who he was - yet he chose him. And by doing so it was fulfilling the Scripture that cannot be broken.
I am a beliver in fate, in the sense that things happen for a reason. I believe that if you are thinking about me right now, its because i am supposed to help you with something. I believe that if I see a friend I ahve not seen in a long time, its because that friend has something I need, or vice-versa. I relate this to the concept in fate as such. The fact that I was not born with wings, eliminates any fate where I was destined to soar like an eagle in the sky. So of the millions of possibilities that exist, my future will unfold in a handful of ways because of the resources at my command or disposal. Within this handful of fates, I can work to realize goals, dreams, and hopes. The amount of work that I put in to realizing those goals, helps determine how close I will come to reaching them. In short, Fate and Effort co-exist.
It is I, the raving lunatic, once again to challenege you to think. Today, I would like to question your idea of FATE. Fate is the belief that things are destined to unfold in a certain manner. Most believe that FATE is unchangeable, others believe that it is determined by your own actions. I am here to give my own opinion.
The Bible speaks to us about the Last Supper. The Last Supper was the meal that Jesus had the night before he died. It is believed by many to have been a Passover Seder. Jesus goes on to share his meal with his 12 apostles. He had forseen the events that would occur between the meal and his imminent death. He annouced to his apostles that one of them would betray him. One by one they each said "It won't be me." Finally, Judas Iscariot, having already agreed to hand over Jesus to the Sanhedrin, said this as well and Jesus told him "Yes, it will be you." Having said this, why was Judas allowed to hand Jesus over to be killed? Would the other apostles simply allowed Jesus to be taken away? Could Judas have changed his mind at the last moment, and saved Jesus?
To this day Judas being called with the other disciples is somewhat mysterious. Judas Iscariot is noted in history as the one who betrayed Him (Jesus). Yet Judas was first numbered among the Twelve apostles (Lk.6:13, 22:3; Acts 1:16-17 numbered with us), “chosen” by Christ Himself, the “Apostle Judas” became a traitor? How could they not know a betrayer was in their midst. How could Judas go out and minister with them and see the same results and yet turn Jesus over in the hands of those who hated him? Jesus would have known his fate, and still went ahead with it. The fact that Jesus had to die so mankind could be absolved of its sins is a crucial core belief of Christianity. Very few people ever wonder if Judas was fated to be a traitor, or pawn of God. What would have happened if Judas had not turned over Jesus to be killed? Would Jesus no have to die to absolve humanity of its sins? Was Judas a pawn, or fated to be a betrayer? After the traiterous act, Judas tried to return the silver to the Sanhedrin, but they refused it. Judas went mad and hung himself in Potter's field. This suicide would have been a sin against one's self, and prevented him from going to Heaven. The case for Judas being forgiven for his transgressions would have been moot. Judas is universally hated and misunderstood for centuries, but the role he played was absoultely crucial. It was not Jesus who had to die for our sins, it was Judas Iscariot who needed to die. DID JUDAS have any say over how his FATE was sealed?
At one point in Jesus’ ministry He speaks some strong statements that few understood and many began to leave him. As recorded in John 6 he asks the question to his close disciples (the 12) about their leaving him like the others disciples. But Simon Peter answered Him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” Also we have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God. “Jesus answered them, “Did I not choose you, the twelve, and one of you is a devil? “He spoke of Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon, for it was he who would betray Him, being one of the twelve (John 6:68-71.) Now we understand how Judas was included with the twelve. Jesus knew all along who he was - yet he chose him. And by doing so it was fulfilling the Scripture that cannot be broken.
I am a beliver in fate, in the sense that things happen for a reason. I believe that if you are thinking about me right now, its because i am supposed to help you with something. I believe that if I see a friend I ahve not seen in a long time, its because that friend has something I need, or vice-versa. I relate this to the concept in fate as such. The fact that I was not born with wings, eliminates any fate where I was destined to soar like an eagle in the sky. So of the millions of possibilities that exist, my future will unfold in a handful of ways because of the resources at my command or disposal. Within this handful of fates, I can work to realize goals, dreams, and hopes. The amount of work that I put in to realizing those goals, helps determine how close I will come to reaching them. In short, Fate and Effort co-exist.
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