Have ever just sat down and watched CNN, MSNBC or FOX NEWS and just all of a sudden had the urge to laugh. Maybe I'm the only one that finds their point of views as pure comedy. What happen to the days when news anchors were like robots programmed to actually report news. Today they talk about politics as if they are politicians. Some of them even speak as if they are on the campaign trail themselves lying for votes. I reach gut busting laughter when they make statements like, " You don't know the truth, I do. I have read the secret reports that the government doesn't want us to know about". Good one there buddy. If the government didn't want us to know something...we wouldn't. But I guess I'm the only sane media view. Wake Up America and start laughing.
Well I wake up this morning to see that a Chicago man sent President Barrack Obama a letters tainted with blood. Tainted??? Yes tainted. They guy has HIV. He wrote letters to the president and before mailing them he cut himself and allowed blood to drip on the letters. We have some crazy people walking amongst us and we don't even know when we could be a potential target of their insanity. All I can picture is some lonely soul sitting in a one apartment shaking in the darkness with a razor blade slicing his fingertips. It just sickening. Read the following link to see the full story.
Man held after mailing HIV-tainted blood to Obama
Man held after mailing HIV-tainted blood to Obama
Picture this:
A slave is being branded with his master's name on his chest. On his slaver papers is states that the slave must work in the fields for 10 years in then he may work for his freedom. The slave believes his master cares for him because his master clothes him, feeds him and caters to his every need. When the master says sing, he jumps up and sings songs of love lust joy and pain. When the master says dance, he jumps up and dances in jubilee. The slave tells fellow female slaves to shake their hips side to side for the sexual pleasure of the master. The master makes the slave feel superior to other slave by offering him to have slaves of his own. The master goes by many names. He is known as Interscope, Def Jam, Arista, Universal, and Sony. So when representatives of this master comes knocking with contracts to sign. Show them a cold shoulder because this master only wants slaves of the true definition. He doesn't want men or women looking for a better way of life. He wants savages to entice other savages into the way he believes (stereotypes) they should be live.
A slave is being branded with his master's name on his chest. On his slaver papers is states that the slave must work in the fields for 10 years in then he may work for his freedom. The slave believes his master cares for him because his master clothes him, feeds him and caters to his every need. When the master says sing, he jumps up and sings songs of love lust joy and pain. When the master says dance, he jumps up and dances in jubilee. The slave tells fellow female slaves to shake their hips side to side for the sexual pleasure of the master. The master makes the slave feel superior to other slave by offering him to have slaves of his own. The master goes by many names. He is known as Interscope, Def Jam, Arista, Universal, and Sony. So when representatives of this master comes knocking with contracts to sign. Show them a cold shoulder because this master only wants slaves of the true definition. He doesn't want men or women looking for a better way of life. He wants savages to entice other savages into the way he believes (stereotypes) they should be live.
As I walk this uncharted path call life my minds wonders into visions of Uncle Sam standing at a podium dawning a robe of bombs stars and stripes'
Behind him I see a choir called of president the house and senate and in front of me I see a plate of bread and whine being passed by the Supreme court draped in ropes covered by
American stereotypes...
They are screaming at me telling me drink the wine for it is the blood that our forefathers shed to make this great nation free'
The bread represents their bodies laid down at the alter of freedom for if we don't understand their struggles their nightmares we are doomed to see...
I drink and I see flashes of bodies laid out on the Gettysburg lawn and soldiers upon the USS Arizona grasping for their last breathes of air'
I take a bite of the bread and see flashes of children with bombs strapped to their backs walking toward Vietnam Camps. One explodes and my chest aches from shrapnel as if I am really there...
I have visions of slaves taking transatlantic cruises while in the blink of a eye I am transported to General Custer grasping his Colt,
The next moment I'm in the middle of a Civil Rights march fighting to end the flames of Mississippi's ghost...
I see bombs blasting in the midnight air while blood soaked flags wave against the horizon and in the mist of all this death and destruction,
I see a lone soul penning an poem that will one day be the anthem of a great nation. He gazes upon that star spangled banner and as she waves tears fall as he's caught in her seduction...
Theres a tap at my shoulder I look up and it's the IRS passing around a collection plate but as I look inside I see nothing but welfare checks birth and death certificates,
I hear a scream in the background but nobody else turns around so I guess I must be the only one hearing it...
As my head spins at a 45 degree angle I see Lady Liberty with her eyes blind folded screaming out notes of pain,
As she sees destruction given in her name as bombs fall on sovereign nations like a cold November rain...
She sheds tears for fallen soldiers men women and children whose blood was shed for the freedom of those in bondage around this young earth,
She sheds tears for the spiritually dead enslaved to ignorance and prays for America's spiritual rebirth.
Behind him I see a choir called of president the house and senate and in front of me I see a plate of bread and whine being passed by the Supreme court draped in ropes covered by
American stereotypes...
They are screaming at me telling me drink the wine for it is the blood that our forefathers shed to make this great nation free'
The bread represents their bodies laid down at the alter of freedom for if we don't understand their struggles their nightmares we are doomed to see...
I drink and I see flashes of bodies laid out on the Gettysburg lawn and soldiers upon the USS Arizona grasping for their last breathes of air'
I take a bite of the bread and see flashes of children with bombs strapped to their backs walking toward Vietnam Camps. One explodes and my chest aches from shrapnel as if I am really there...
I have visions of slaves taking transatlantic cruises while in the blink of a eye I am transported to General Custer grasping his Colt,
The next moment I'm in the middle of a Civil Rights march fighting to end the flames of Mississippi's ghost...
I see bombs blasting in the midnight air while blood soaked flags wave against the horizon and in the mist of all this death and destruction,
I see a lone soul penning an poem that will one day be the anthem of a great nation. He gazes upon that star spangled banner and as she waves tears fall as he's caught in her seduction...
Theres a tap at my shoulder I look up and it's the IRS passing around a collection plate but as I look inside I see nothing but welfare checks birth and death certificates,
I hear a scream in the background but nobody else turns around so I guess I must be the only one hearing it...
As my head spins at a 45 degree angle I see Lady Liberty with her eyes blind folded screaming out notes of pain,
As she sees destruction given in her name as bombs fall on sovereign nations like a cold November rain...
She sheds tears for fallen soldiers men women and children whose blood was shed for the freedom of those in bondage around this young earth,
She sheds tears for the spiritually dead enslaved to ignorance and prays for America's spiritual rebirth.
The emancipation proclamation changed into Jim Crow then Jim Crow evolved into felonies,
the modern day revolution will not be televised on Black Exploitation Television in autotune over 808 melodies...
Police sirens and gunshots are not the background music enhanced by the symphony horn section,
Political figures so called leaders are marching us into political prostitution to satisfy their wallets erections...
We are savages following the laws of the wild while gorillas (gangs) are banded in our mist,
Trapped in the corners of our minds While lifes been throwing rusty aids infested razor blades at our wrist...
Not literally though let's say the arm is the wallet and the wrist is the bank account which is our supply line keeping us afloat,
The blades are cutting the ropes leaving us to drown in debt while we splash in fear waiting for the next big governmental hope...
Stop looking for someone to save you Jesus isn't returning in a business suit with slick words coming out of his mouth,
Swindling flocks of followers like congregations bamboozled down old dirt paths in the rural south...
Before you venture in deep thought wondering what or who I'm talking about understand this I mentioned no names that's what those enslaved to hate would do,
For those with one on the tip of their tongues pray that you are released from the chains and hop off hates pedestal...
This is not about one person but the government and its shadowy figures as a whole,
Who would rather we stand naked and battered on auctions blocks in the middle of Wall Street selling our souls...
The auction blocks are ineffective stimuli, frivolous lawsuits and criminals convictions for those who question the truth,
The masters get rich while we are stuck on this economic plantation digging out of the trees of debts roots...
the modern day revolution will not be televised on Black Exploitation Television in autotune over 808 melodies...
Police sirens and gunshots are not the background music enhanced by the symphony horn section,
Political figures so called leaders are marching us into political prostitution to satisfy their wallets erections...
We are savages following the laws of the wild while gorillas (gangs) are banded in our mist,
Trapped in the corners of our minds While lifes been throwing rusty aids infested razor blades at our wrist...
Not literally though let's say the arm is the wallet and the wrist is the bank account which is our supply line keeping us afloat,
The blades are cutting the ropes leaving us to drown in debt while we splash in fear waiting for the next big governmental hope...
Stop looking for someone to save you Jesus isn't returning in a business suit with slick words coming out of his mouth,
Swindling flocks of followers like congregations bamboozled down old dirt paths in the rural south...
Before you venture in deep thought wondering what or who I'm talking about understand this I mentioned no names that's what those enslaved to hate would do,
For those with one on the tip of their tongues pray that you are released from the chains and hop off hates pedestal...
This is not about one person but the government and its shadowy figures as a whole,
Who would rather we stand naked and battered on auctions blocks in the middle of Wall Street selling our souls...
The auction blocks are ineffective stimuli, frivolous lawsuits and criminals convictions for those who question the truth,
The masters get rich while we are stuck on this economic plantation digging out of the trees of debts roots...
I often wonder if Lady Liberty is a prostitute and Uncle Sam sweet talked her into walking the stroll'
Freedom is priceless compared to diamonds and gold'
but mans fueled by greed which has us all in chains which remain untold.
Which are you? Slave or master either way you can't break these locks'
Life is a revolving door of self imprisonment self pity and selfishness
dry those crocodile tears my dear because you're only tightening the knots.
Understand quickly that we are all hanging from trees of ignorance confused by the lies we believe'
Look at lady liberty smiling joyfully from the heartache of the fools she deceives.
For a couple moments of satisfaction we play along with the deception'
and fork over our hard earned dollars and convince ourselves she's lying for
own our protection.
She numbs our hearts exposing our wildest nightmares and dreams'
By injecting fear into our blood stream'
Tell-lie-vision is a tool she uses to exploit our ignorance
through visual means.
As we watched those towers fall on 9-11 of course she to shed tears'
But smiled inside as she realized she had found a new way to manipulate
and exploit our fears.
Because the terror we hate and fear is just a stare in the mirror a few seconds to peer
in our own eyes'
through all the pain we felt and tears that we shed, truth is we we're enslaved by
our own lies.
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