18 Things that I would love to see Happen which you might find appalling , funny or prolly both

1.Somebody to knock Ashton Kutcher the fuck out.

I hate, loathe, despise, and would spit upon the grave of this guy, and I liked Butterfly Effect. The basic nature of Damien is not to fuck with those who don’t fuck with Dame. Not that I’m feeling Moses like, and deem all should follow my decrees, but somebody is dying at this very moment for something far more miniscule than the antics that Ashton Pulls on Punked. Since I highly doubt the stars featured on the show are fiscally compensated, I believe those which have their fear and anger exploited should get the chance to choke Ashton’s soul of its shell for 1 minute as payment. I guarantee viewership would sky rocket. I’ve never really been the biggest mtv fan. Sure Kurt Loader made me feel more intelligent and Karen Duffy and Ananda made me feel funny during my teenage years, but all that good will has been eroded by shows like Punked and Boling Point. Being a individual who no matter how peaceful I try to be has on average about 6 run ins with the police a year and a over/ under of 3 of ending up in cuffs, I can personally tell you that having the Po-lice talking shit to you is one of the worst things about this great country of ours. To avoid becoming a accident, the possibility that somebody in my family I hate receives millions over my dead body in a wrongful death law suit, and the uproar causing racial division of a Al Sharpton visit, I take the Pig talk and play like a manikin so officer friendly doesn’t haft to tell his lieutenant “I coulda swore that nigga had a gun”. For a entity take advantage of such a seriously flawed dynamic is just plain evil.

2.A Condoleeza Rice George bush sex tape scandal

Oh the delicious taste of irony, I can almost taste it. This would be the one scandal that would wholly devour my attention, and might emasculate my manly beer drinking persona into a bon bon eating gossip seeker. Think of the issues it would cover, interracial relations ships, work place power structure, infidelity, the failure of Christian values, or my personal favorite headline “Black Secretary of harlot or Drunken coked up Commander of P” …..with the segway of being “Laura wonders is George can come back after going Black”. I swear it would be a beautiful thing, not that 51 year old bitches with the compassion of Skeletor do anything for me.

3.Paris Hilton catch a std

What better message can you send to the youth that being I known whore doesn’t pay?

4.Don Rumsfeld to throw up gangs signs

Sometimes I think he just watched “The Warriors” and said ….”yes I dig it”. I mean just to hear him say “White house Bitch!!! What!!!!!” one time, I mean that would prolly make my list if I was a make a wish kid. At least I wouldn’t hate him as much

5.For rappers to act like the feds have cable

I know longer feel any sympathy for any rapper the fed’s put away. Long departed are the days when the federal government infiltrated and murdered radical nationalist. Now they target fucking idiot rappers who have the audacity to call themselves…. “The Snow Man” and move the proverbial snow from state to state……. I predict The next “Dawn of the Dead” will be the corpse of slaves hunting down my generation only to sadly realize we mostly lack brains

6.For a young black teenager to shoot a cop for making a threatening gesture (lets say pulling out a cell phone), get suspended with pay from his job, and get off on justifiable homicide.

See how it feels? Hurts don’t it?

7.For White People to Stop thinking, saying even believing, that Eminem is the best rapper ever.

He’s not. Do some research. His last album was used to torture Al Qaeda suspects… I understand why

8.For Black people to stop hating on white rappers who are better than 95% of the black rappers out.

Ignorance untimely does the most damage to self. Some of the best rappers are white stfu and enjoy.

9.For Beth Gibbons and Alicia Keys in stereo

Oh what beautiful sounds they could make.

10.For The U.S to go engage in a large scale war within Africa and Great Britain

Maybe then we will respect the term “civilian casualties”.

11.A test run of 1 year of Weed being legal and beer being illegal.

Yes from Bud to Miller, from Ole E to King Cobra, and of Course Nattie Light to Bush, withdraw will be a very ugly thing to behold. It would be very intriguing to see the stats on violence, auto accidents, and unplanned pregnancy after 1 year though, plus you and I both know that the commercials for weed would rock dude!! Then again, their might be a frightening upsurge in terrorism, accidental gun deaths, and little girls getting ran over at McDonalds across the land.

12.For the Bloods and Crips realize the waste in time and manpower….

It been 26 years….what the fuck have you accomplished?!?!.

Constant Revolution In Progress my ass.

13.For Larry merchant to die…..

Yup I said it, I meant it.

14.To Be allowed to teach Noam Chomsky in high school

The conservative bias starts young in America

15.To have somebody remake white mans burden the right way

Damn you John Travolta, Damn you to hell!!!

16.The ability to watch American history x without becoming angry and biased

I keep hearing it’s a great movie….i keep missing the great part.

17.For ice, selling crack, felonies and a stable of hoes not to be perquisites to be a famous Rapper.

That is not the way to teach the youth how to build a resume

Personal

18.For someone to explain to me why know body told me it was wrong for the Dukes of Hazard to be my favorite tv show as a kid… General Lee wasn’t on my side and the confederate flag was baaaaaaaaaaaad

Another example of bad Parenting at it’s finest leading to the indivgual I am today

Thanks for ya time

Peace

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All for......

Why let a template express how I feel at the moment, when I can state myself I feel horrid. When I first started this blog the design was to assess various harpings in the world and lend my somewhat warped perspective upon them. The harsh realities of life have shattered my writing plan along with my stoicism. Life alerting events, along with undesirable family traits have made me one never to really express my problems to others. Maybe I’m just saving my assortment of troubles for someone that requires a $200 hr payment, as some sort of solidification of there aptitude. More valid reasoning maintains a faithless view in the effectiveness of dispersing my problems among those close to me. To avoid crossing the thin border and leaving the lovely land of sanity, I choose to not talk to imamate objects, but write on them, such as this paper. Due in part to one of it’s symptoms (excessive thinking) , I’ve discovered my affliction of “Economic Depression”. In comparison with other forms of depressive malady, the economic type is by far most egregious. A persons truth worth is never derived from his wealth, but their self worth can be destroyed by lack of it. Poverty is currently desecrating my personal image. The funny thing about economic depression is it rarely strikes fatal blows, just multiple excruciating lacerations from events trivial, to those with importance. In one of her moments of clairvoyance while entrenched in a drug induced haze, my mother during my youth imparted upon me that….everything cost money…everything tangible or not, and damn….she was right. The cost of travel: This one has be killen my soul lately. My granddad, quite possibly the only male family figure I’ve ever loved, has gone though multiple surgeries lately, and I’m unable to support him or console his wife whom I possibly care more about than any being ever to grace this planet. Knowing that you are missing the finial valuable days of something unexplainably precious ruins a person. The acknowledgement that the only other person that truly understands your upbringing and, values you more than life itself never rarely see your face due to your personal faults also demeans character. After being appointed someone’s best friend years ago, and most likely best man candidate, the failure to find some way attend the engagement party sickens the writer who feels he has shanked responsibility some how. The cost of irony: I find it extremely odd and unsettling that when I’m fiscally secure the opposite sex often finds me mundane and average. When poverty hatchets away at my being though, somehow I transform into a ultra intriginging being, most desirable amongst the female species. The cruel irony is instead of enjoying the finer “things” in life I’m forced to implement stall tactics and diversions,. How do you tell some who is lusting for you at the moment that you can’t make it because of ya “gas situation” or you really would like to call em…but somehow your relationship with sprint went bad and you owe them a luxury car note size payment? The cost of reflection: The worst aspect of “economic depression" is trying to figure out how you arrived at such a fate. Only so much of ones day can be occupied begging various companies with a name and social security number or dispersing resumes like a junk mail plague. Eventually you come to a point where you try to figure out exactly how it is you came to be broke disgruntled member of the polity. No matter what path is chosen to find a explanation to the present decrepit plight, they all lead to personal blame bordering on hatred. Its never good to wallow in anything, but shame causes the utmost suffering when being drowned within it’s grasp. Maybe it was the various Kareem Abdul Jabar economic choices I’ve undertaken. It could be my fear of success that has kept me from attaining the position of prominence I’m told I should have already attained by this time. The apathetic nature undertaken at most of the non career jobs held by my person may have crushed my stability (I stand by my actions on misguided principle though). Ultimately the fate of being one of society’s peasants falls on me. The burden of accepting personal responsibility often creates a reclusive hypercritical Damien. I don’t care if one of my brethren is in a state of 3rd world IMF World bank type debt, I got them. When the tables or reversed tho, I feel like the failure and wonder why anybody would soil themselves with my company. It perplexing to me how my anger goes from 0 – 60 when repeatedly asked why I refuse to go to the club/bar. Somehow my friends and families skulls have be designed with a density that the military would….yes, kill for to apply to their armor. Maybe they can’t fathom that though entrenched in a downward spiral, I have yet to reach the point where I value a drink above anything else, and that a hangover is not the best way to avoid reality. Maybe I would like to be able to honestly to raise my hands and make noise if I have $5 Dollars in my pocket when the DJ directs me to after I’ve visited the bartender a few times. The last couple months have mad me believe that it is better to give than to receive, more than anything ever uttered by woman/man. Ultimately solace is found within the fact that my plight no matter how discouraging will be cured, hopefully via legal measurers. There is no other way to exist……………….