Q:You do realize he deserved to be shot right. There's a picture of him while robbing the store holding the clerk by the throat..
Oh, my mistake.
Luke Woodham, 16, WHITE. Murdered two students at his school AND his own mother. Now in prison.
Kip Kinkel, 15, WHITE. Murdered two students at his school AND both of his parents. Now in prison.
Eric Hainstock, 15, WHITE. Murdered one student at his school. Now in prison.
TJ Lane, 17, WHITE. Murdered three students and told their parents that he masturbates to the memory at his trial. Now in prison.
James Holmes, 24, WHITE. Murdered twelve people at a premier of Batman. Now in prison.
Timothy McVeigh, 27, WHITE. Murdered 168 people and injured 600 more when he blew up a building in Oklahoma. Was executed in 2001, but only after a fair trial and appeals.
Not to mention all of the serial killers, school shooters and spree killers who are touted as being “misunderstood” and were given the basic liberty of a fair trial even though the majority of them committed crimes so abhorrent that I won’t write about them on this blog.
But you’re a right. A black, unarmed 18 year old boy who ALLEGEDLY held up a store deserved to be shot while he was on the ground. And he sure as fuck deserved to be laid in the middle of the street, uncovered for over 4 hours. And maybe because I’m a mother too but my mind automatically goes to his mother, she deserved to see her baby being treated like that right?
speak on it!
This is quickly becoming my catch phrase: Fuck white people. We deserve to get shot over a cigar. Over mistaken identities. Over suspicions. They fucking kill busloads full of people. They get a fair trial. A white motherfucker could blow up a building full of orphans and he’ll at least make it to prison. Black dude? Nah. You’re leaving that scene in a body bag and your family is going to prison. Then the cops will shoot your damn dog. Fuck white people.
The owner called and said he didn’t steal anything.
The timestamp from the videos that white people are using as evidence? June. Two months before he was shot. Cops said the robbery happened on the same day as the shooting. Get the fuck out of here.
^^^^ OH DAMN!!!
The only thing I don’t like about this post is the “fuck white people” part. I am white. I think what is happening in Ferguson is horrible. But what is happening in Ferguson does not mean all white people are bad. There is still prejudice against black people, and that is horrible. I understand that exists. But that doesn’t make all white people bad.
You’re not helping anything or anyone by trying to make this about you and your race.
Of all the things I posted and the point you’re making is that “not all white people” are bad?
Please don’t be that person.
Hold on, don’t get me wrong here. I think what you said was totally right and just. I just mean I don’t think it is right to say “fuck white people”. Otherwise, this post is entirely just and correct. It is just that one comment that bothers me.
But what did your comments about your race add to the social commentary of this post?
Nothing except to perpetuate this rumour that as soon as race is mentioned, a white person pipes up with “but not all white people”.
What everyone fails to realize is that whether he stole or not is irrelevant to the murder case. If I was shopping for produce at Walmart, and shoplifted/sampled a few grapes before I bought the whole bag of said grapes, it would be irrelevant if a crime was committed against me later…
The so called robbery and Mr. Brown’s murder are two different isolated occurrences; this was later confirmed by the local police chief. Even if somehow the acting officer knew that Mr. Brown was a suspect, he should have used proper protocol and arrested and/or detained him and not murdered him in cold blood.
Furthermore, releasing that tape WITH the release of the officers name who is responsible, is a BITCHMADE move to calm down white middle America. But what will they do to calm us down when the truth about the murder at the scene comes out?
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"What happens in Jamaica…"
After remembering the painful details of the past year, Felicia aka “The Doc” went back to her and Megan’s hotel suite to book the next flight home. Aware of the Doc’s plans, Megan decides to have a little FUN before the end of their island getaway. Later that night, the Doc is awakened to Megan and her “new friend” who are getting it in on the couch in the living room. Feeling vulnerable from recent revelations, Felicia and Megan surrender to forbidden desire and, for the Doc, fresh kreme.
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“A Shady Past”
“Ah…this is the life, huh, Felicia?” Megan said in a relaxed sigh as she reclined by the five-star pool with a drink in her hand and the warm sun simmering her tanned skin.
Hearing the name “Felicia” instead of “Doc” or “Dr. Goode,” jarred her from her fragmented thoughts only for a moment to actually gaze upon the beautiful Sandals resort. This cruise to Jamaica was Megan’s idea and Felicia decided to tag along to clear her mind and maybe taste some exotic island kreme. However, Felicia has not been able to relax ever since she departed from the ship. Lately, her mind has been jumbled with all the crazy shit that she’s been dealing with the past few years. Thoughts of Amiko’s death, Molly and Jay’s betrayal, and her recent escape from a psychopath swirl in her mind like a high-speed blender: chopping and mincing the images into incongruent pieces.
“Yeah…the life.” Felicia uttered through a distant emotionless stare as she took a sip of her flat Pina Colada.
Felicia rolled over on her stomach to let the warm sunshine sizzle on her two perfectly shaped chocolate globes and soak in the cosmic rays. She was enjoying the warmth until yet another “ass-merized” admirer straggled over with yet another tired pick up line.
“This one’s mine,” Megan declared as she sat up and adjusted her supple, yet weighty size 38k breasts for the world to see.
As the man drew nearer, Megan could see that he was a young twenty something body builder type that most girls drool over at the sight of him. He was a dark chocolate brother with shoulder length dreads and the abs of a God. Megan just knew that this guy was coming over to ask her out or at least buy her a drink from the Tiki bar. She had been dying for some legitimate play since they got to Jamaica, but every time she and Felicia has hit the town, she hasn’t gotten any attention.
“Excuse me miss, but I couldn’t help but notice that you are in dire need of some sunscreen to protect this delectable chocolate from melting. May I?” crooned the beautiful black man.
Felicia slowly rolled onto her side to glance at the man towering over her body with a tiny bottle of sunscreen in his massive hands.
“Thank you for the compliments, but no, I’m fine thanks,” she murmured as she rolled back onto her stomach without giving the man a second thought.
“ I…umm…could use some sunscreen if you don’t mind,” Megan eagerly screeched at the muscle bound man as she shimmied her bare shoulders slightly shaking her titties to get his attention.
“Uh…yeah, here you go,” he said somewhat dumbfounded by Felicia’s rejection as he tossed the bottle to Megan and walked off to the far end of the pool.
“Uggghh…Come on! I can’t believe this shit! What am I, an after thot? I thought bruthas were supposed to worship light-skinned mixed girls!” Megan pouted as she crossed her arms in embarrassment and lightness in her voice.
“Ha! I think you may have thot wrong! Where did you hear that shit? Some bum rapper’s thirsty-ass, self-hating tweet?” Felicia spat out over her shoulder as she and Megan bowled over in laughter for a solid five minutes. They went back and forth this way laughing and trading bullshit colorism stereotypes until both their stomachs and cheeks hurt with exhausted joy.
“You know light is right girl! And when you gone straighten out that damn afro?”
“When Jesus come back with white skin and silky blond hair and say so!”
“I ain’t fuckin with you no more!”
“I’m serious! I want Jee-zus, not Yee-zus, to bring his pale behind back, and to tell me that my hair was meant to be straight like his!”
“I’m through, I’m through!”
“Uh huh…cause you know I’m right, Megan!” Felicia managed to eek out through her boisterous chuckles as she sat up in her lounge chair only to fall back down with a thud from another one of her dizzy spells. She sat very still to steady herself and try to figure out exactly what was wrong with her. On the contrary to what Megan thought, Felicia didn’t turn down every man that came her way, and she was actually fine as far as her need for kreme. However, there was something much darker and sinister lying deep within the former doc’s mind as she struggles to cope with her new life.
“Whoa, are you ok?” Megan responded with a hint of concern at Felicia’s visibly shaken body.
“Yeah, I’m…no. No, I’m not ok,” Felicia finally confided as she stared blankly into the pool. She went on to tell Megan of her recent struggles with remembering her past and how her memories and thoughts are all jumbled up in a caldron of terror and anguish. Felicia thought that she was not injured in the bus crash, however she did hit her head pretty hard when she was ejected. The only things that she knew for certain were that her best friend Amiko and her former colleague Molly were both dead. She sensed that she was somehow to blame for both of their deaths as flashes of a bloody murder scene danced in her mind at random moments. She also knew that an old friend from college Sharde Gray aka “Shade” was somehow mixed up in all of this. Felicia knew she needed professional help to straighten this mess out in her head, but who would believe her if she told them the atrocities she’s experienced in her time here on earth. After divulging as much as possible while leaving out most of the details, Megan was amazingly still there and wanted to help.
Though tentative at first, Megan proposed a possible solution to her problem: voluntarily submit to letting Megan read her mind by drinking her milk.
“Oh, hell no! I see what happens to guys once they’ve had a sip of your “milk! They’re wrapped around your little finger doing whatever you want!” Felicia said with certainty as she recalled the effects of Megan’s special cocktail.
“Felicia, it’s not like that. I can control it. And those men have ill will and bad intentions for me and I could see that the moment my milk was on their tongues. If you really think I would take advantage of a friend like that, then you really got me all the way fucked up, Felicia!” Megan blurted out feeling hurt and insulted.
“I see you as a sister and I can’t believe you think I’d do you like that. I just want to help.” Megan said with a sigh.
“Fine.” Felicia mumbled after a long pause of consideration.
“Really? You’ll let me help you?”
“Yes. What else do I have to lose anyway?” Felicia said reluctantly as Megan darted for the Tiki Bar to order a Pina Colada. She returned slowly sitting the drink down on the table, then while pulling out her left breast she squeezed her nipple a little to squirt her milk into the drink. After a stir with the small decorative umbrella in the drink, she handed the it to Felicia.
“Bottom’s up!” Megan said with the grin of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“Wait! How long will this last?” Felicia shrieked nervously.
“With that small dosage, probably 15 to 20 minutes.”
“You sure you want to do this Megan?”
“Yes, if I can help you! Besides your were the nervous one, right?”
“Yeah, nervous for you…” Felicia said consciously as she guzzled down the drink and opened her mind to her new friend.
Megan then touched Felicia’s forehead gently while closing her eyes to navigate through the dark forest of the doc’s mind. Megan found her mind to be an endless journey beginning again and again as she saw memories of what seemed to be different lifetimes that Felicia has lived. Megan was truly baffled by the different horrors that Felicia has witnessed and had to disconnect for a moment. While under her control Felicia, if that’s really her name, could not lie.
“My God, how old are you?” Megan asked in shock of the jumbled memories and images of Felicia in clothes fashioned in the 1800s.
“I don’t know…” Felicia mumbled her honest reply in a daze from the cocktail.
Megan touched her forehead again to reconnect and soon realized that this reading would likely be unsuccessful as her mind was too vast and expansive to ever piece together the truth about what even happened yesterday, let alone six months ago. Then suddenly just as Megan was about to give up and let Felicia sit by the pool in a daze until the drink wore off, it happened.
“Hi there! Are you tired of those flabby butt cheeks that have air between where they should meet? Well, then try Booty Plus and get your booty round and juicy just the way you’ve always wanted! Booty Plus: Because bigger IS better!”
Felicia whipped her head to face the TV at the Tiki Bar to hear the commercial for Shade Industries “Booty Plus” and uttered a single word… “Shade.” Immediately, images of Felicia being bound and held captive for days at the hands of Shade replayed in her head like a horror movie! Also, images of her transformation into “Alicia Gooding,” Amiko and Molly’s deaths, the recent bus crash and the stranger’s rape attempt in the cabin flooded both Megan and Felicia’s minds. Megan soon disconnected from the Doc without making her forget any of the experience and simply sat back in her lounge chair and wept for her friend. As the Doc became conscious again from her daze, she remembered every grizzly detail that happened to her in the past year.
“Are you ok?” Megan lamented.
The Doc heard Megan’s concern, but nothing could seem to get through as vengeance began to cloud her judgment. Every fiber in her being screamed for revenge as every memory felt fresh as if all of last year happened a minute ago. The only words suitable for reply after knowing what Shade has done to her out of pure jealousy came to the Doc’s mind and out into the world as a declaration of all out war.
“I’m going to kill that bitch.”
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Q:Do you suck dick regularly?
BUT OF COURSE…IT MAKES MY TEETH WHITE ;D