"BEAST".......Has Come to Eat Me!!

As many of you may know… I hunt humans for a living. My chase territory has some interesting places…. Filled with people….and their pets….
I pull up to a home I am not familiar with and one thing sticks out on it like a gaping wound…”Beware of Dog” affixed in several places around the house. I get my camera out of my bag and zoom in to the property…. I scan everywhere….trying to spot the “BEAST”… No such luck! I drive around the block….checking all sides of the property….Nope…I STILL don’t see anything!! Fuck it!! I am going in that driveway…. Pablo the Malibu slithers into the driveway….the contents of the Malibu cannot be seen by the outside world… (Thanks Illegal Tint Master!!)
Sitting there, I wait for “BEAST” to come charging out of his camo-covered dog house….NOTHING!! I roll down the window….whistle….I HEAR IT!!!

As the clanking, dragging sound gets closer, I identify the direction. He came from behind my car!! Sneaky fucker!!
Ok, at this point, I know the owner is watching me….I saw the blinds move….Even the neighbors have came out for the show of “BEAST v/s WHITE WOMAN!!”!! I still have my window cracked….listening….Pablo the Malibu is a quiet machine…”BEAST” is right outside my door….dragging his 18-wheeler-tire-chain…. I hear him panting. I can now see the shoulders as they pass my door like a shark through dark waters……
“BEAST” weighs in at around 100lbs…..maybe more in the shoulders since his owners obviously LOVE him and want him to work out…..I know this because of the 18-wheeler-tire-chain he drags behind him!

My dog Shug...Not a "beast"..

“BEAST” reminds me of the character from Charles Dickens novel A Christmas Carol; Jacob Marley. Jacob who Scrooge described as having chains that were: “long and wound about him like a tail; it was made... of cash-boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel."
He raises his cinder-block head and a glance up at my window…his glance says, “Open that door!”…..Little does “BEAST” know, but I know animals….. I worked for a veterinarian that taught me how to read animals….
I have my supplies that I need grasped firmly in my hand as I open my door. I notice the neighbors have practically brought out their lawn chairs and grills….to watch the show.
“BEAST” snorts and charges me…… I remove my sunglasses and stare at “BEAST”. The world around me has gone dark….I see nothing but “BEAST” and his drooling lower jaw as he approaches. He stops….he is 3 feet from me as I let my door shut by itself. Pablo the Malibu sits there….humming…..
He snorts again and takes a big inhale. I have not let my eyes dart from his pupils since he stopped. He inhales again…..raises his nose in the air. He comes closer….my hands are down at my sides….I can now feel his breath on my left hand….knuckles almost moist from his exhaled air….
Neighbors lean in….waiting for him to remove my left hand and eat it as an appetizer. “BEAST” nudges my hand….I start to walk….his nostrils do not remove themselves from my knuckles. I continue to make my way to the owners front porch….they have been watching this display from their window.

The darkness disappears around me as I place my letter firmly in his owners’ front door. The darkness now surrounds all who have been watching me and “BEAST” dance. As I make my way back to my trusty steed, Pablo the Malibu, I “smooch” at “BEAST”…..He wags his tail and I tell him how fantastic he is….He returns the compliment and jumps up on my left hip.
The neighbors let out a “gasp” as he does this…..I turn and look at everyone….stone-faced as I put back on my sunglasses. “BEAST” removes his grasp and I tell him to “SIT!” He does and I again compliment him on what a fantastic puppy he is….He wags his tail and I give him what has been hiding firmly in the grasp of my left hand. The neighbors and owner have no idea what the hell I had done to “BEAST”!
He takes his reward and retreats back onto the porch to wag his tail as if he had slayed a dragon. “Bye bye Puppy!!” I exclaim….

Pablo the Malibu’s interior is a cool 70 degrees…..comforting compared to the outdoor arena I had just came from. Pablo reverses out of “BEAST’s” lair and I make my way through the crowd of on-lookers….They have begun to laugh as I pull away.
When I get to the stop sign at the end of the road….”BEAST” has finished his reward and charges the neighbors…..they scatter like roaches and retreat from his grasp….they turn and watch me as I drive away.

*** Always remember….no matter how a dog is raised…it is still a dog. They cannot help if they are kept prisoner by shitty humans. “BEAST” was rewarded with beef jerky….When he smelled my knuckles….He was under the spell of the jerky….he is no longer a “BEAST” and will remember me the next time I go there. I will reward him every time I go…..It may be his ONLY reward he will ever see from a human…..*** I think I will take him some prime rib....Yes?

Suicide Is Not An Option!!

      In 1993, I was in line, waiting to purchase 2 tickets to the Daniel High School Senior Prom. All the students who were in front of me, purchased their tickets, without an issue. I approach, money in hand and request 2 tickets. Glaring at me over her glasses was a teacher named Mrs. O; a teacher who had never taught me, nor knew me personally. She removes her glasses and smirks as she says, “What is the name of the person you will be taking?”. “Her name is Misty.” Mrs. O sticks the ear-part of her specs, into her mouth and raises one eyebrow.

     I instantly review my answer to her question about who I wanted to take. I had not said any foul language; I had not called her a bitch; and I did not say it with any sort of fluctuation in my voice that would be construed as “sassy”. Check, check and check; nope, I am in the clear.

      Mrs. O let’s out an exaggerated sigh and says “Is the student from Daniel High School?” Oh boy, here we go, I thought. “No ma’am. She goes to Liberty High School.” Mrs.O  let out another sigh and another glaring look. “You can’t take a female from a different school to the prom. We don’t allow girls to take girls to the prom, nor do we allow boys to take boys.” WOW, really?

As I stand there at the front of the line, I feel a warm rush of anger race through my body. At that very moment, as I stood there, I had two choices: 1- Walk away or 2- Dig deeper. As the seconds passed, one by one, I chose option 2.

       I didn’t want to take a boy to the prom; I wanted to have fun with my BFF, Misty. I wanted laughter and giggling and snorting…I did NOT want to take a boy! I take in a deep breath, “Why can’t girls take girls or boys take boys to the prom?” Glaring, she replies, “You can NOT take a female to the prom, and boys can NOT take boys to the prom because that is not the type of audience we want to attend. Unless, that is, if you are willing to admit to being a lesbian.” My mind cannot compute…my mind cannot compute!!! (ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS????????!!!!!)

             “Just what “type” of audience is allowed to attend?” Mrs. O, forever Queen Douchebag, opens her verbal vomit infested mouth and simply says “Normal heterosexual couples.”

Poor Mrs. O; always thinking about how important she is…she could have saved herself the trouble and asked me what I thought of her.

“Are you telling me that in order for me to take a female from another school, I would have to say I am a lesbian? Is this a district rule or a school rule or was this a Prom Committee  decision? What is wrong with that? Misty is my best friend but we aren’t a gay couple.” “Well, I am sorry about that. The Prom committee and school administrators have all agreed on the rules. They represent the student body as a whole (on prom related issues).”

                       I swallow what I really want to say to her. Instead, I calmly say, “Thank you, I shall return.” Mrs. O need not respond but felt she had the upper hand replied, “Looking forward to it!!” Seriously, does anyone have a can of gasoline, a blow-torch and some fire-ants????

 Understand this is before gay was accepted…even LESS than it is now. This was in the time that kids found it funny to call people who seemed different “fag” “homo””fudge-packer” and “faggot”. I embraced people who were different. I defended the ones who could not defend themselves; I KNEW a lot of the kids who were gay prior to anyone else knowing their truth. However, knowing them and knowing the intolerant era we were in, I never told a soul. I accepted them for being the wonderful, sweet, kind and “boxed-in” people that I knew they were. They were the ones who allowed me, to be myself even if I went against the grain of authority, and found myself in altercations and verbal disagreements. I knew that they all had their personal reasons as to why they did not want to “come out of the closet” and I was ok with that. Being gay was none of anyone’s business especially a judgmental hag like Mrs.O!

              I walk to the payphone located around the corner from the office at Daniel High School. I call my dad and tell him what had just happened. Even my retired Army dad knew that the behavior of Mrs.O on behalf of Daniel High School was unconstitutional. That night, my parents and I, discuss what we should do; calling lawyer friends when we had a question about the law. I did not go to school the next day because we had some chess pieces to move.

We seek the advice of a little known lawyer, in the tiny town of Pickens; Scott Dover. He advises us about the law and has me give him a recorded statement. The main thing I remember about being in Scott’s office were his two small dogs; miniature schnauzers. They were little silver bullets that continually darted, in and out of his office, to let out a random bark. Apparently, the adults have what they need and we leave Scott’s office. On the ride home, I find out that I had AMAZINGLY not been found guilty of doing anything wrong! Yay me!

 Scott was going to file an injunction against Daniel High School. The injunction meant that Daniel High School could NOT have a prom if I were not allowed to attend based solely on my personal choice to take a same sex “date”!!!   The injunction was also filed with the ACLU and insured students of the LGBT to have the same privacy as regular students did. This meant that this case would set the bar for all future rights and privacy for every single student. No student would be made to “out” themselves in order to attend any function represented by any public school anywhere in America! WHOA! Really??  I was moved that this lawyer was willing to take on the School District of Pickens County AND Daniel High School for the rights of gays!!

        I honestly felt powerful! Not a selfish feeling at all…it was more for the gays in the present and future who would be allowed to be themselves. I also thought about the many other students who had stood where I stood and faced the same kind of Mrs.O. The shame they were supposed to carry because some asshole (Mrs.O) thinks they deserve this treatment. I am sure somewhere inside Mrs.O, she went home that night and felt like she had conquered the world. Little did she know, she actually helped the gay community by acting like the asshole she was. Thanks Mrs.O, you’re a peach!

              The next day, I return to school and I went through the day not telling my little secret that I wanted to scream with every ounce of my body. That was a tough day for me, as many of you could imagine. During the day the all-powerful Oz (Scott Dover), had filed the court papers and had the School District promptly served the very same day. By the end of the day, I was busting at the seams. Mom picks me up from school and we have a normal night.

             I return to school the next morning and am greeted at the door by our then principal, Mary Seman. “Oh, shit!! She will not let me attend school…I should wave Mom down and just have her wait…oh crap….wtf!! Um….. Keep walking, Katie!!!” I think to myself. “Hello, Miss Hendricks. How are you today?” I walk past her and continue into the building. (Did she just call me by my name AND ask me how I am??? I am NOT stopping!! Fuck that…she’s off her meds!!)

Later that day, I was paged to the office where some school district big-wig was waiting for me. Ok, this is where I get sent home or expelled, right? Nope, also in the room was my lawyer, Scott and a representative from the ACLU! I feel better as I continue to walk towards the empty chair meant for me. A shoulder pat from Scott and a handshake from the ACLU rep. I sit and am quite, not knowing what I am even doing in this room full of “important” people.

       “On behalf of the School District of Pickens County and Daniel High School, we would like to apologize for anything that was said to you and the behavior of Mrs.O. We did not realize that we were excluding any students based on their sexual orientation; it was not our intention. We would like to offer you the prom tickets you had attempted to purchase for free and any costs or expenses you may have as a result of this gross negligence on our part. We are deeply sorry.” My eyes dart around the room, filled with tears of happiness coupled with not fully understanding the words that had just escaped the school district reps mouth. I look at my lawyer and simply ask “Does this mean we all have won?” Scott returns the teary eyed look and allows the ACLU rep to speak for him. Mr. ACLU tells me that not only have we won but hundreds of thousands of students all over America have too. I am floored and I ask if I can say something.

               “I did not do this for free prom tickets or to wave a gay-pride flag in the air. I did this because I know in my heart that this was not the way any human being should ever be treated. I will refuse any and all free gifts or monies offered to me. I may not even attend the prom. Give the tickets and the money to another student who could not attend due to not having enough money. I just don’t want to become a target for the administration of this school in the future. Thank you very much, but I have gotten the best gift I could have; knowing other students would never have to feel the shame I felt.”

                                  No matter where you came from, no matter where you go in life, you can never change the fact that we are all human beings. The daily shame and bullying that happens on a daily basis for kids is unimaginable. Parents and teachers should pay special attention to any sort of name-calling or maltreatment that is targeted towards any student or child that is potentially different than other students or children. We should not allow our children to feel shame for something that goes against the grain of normality. I have five friends in my life that I knew from the first moments I spent with them, that they were gay. I never told their secret and I never allowed anyone to pick on them because they seemed a little more feminine or a little more masculine than the other kids. Each of them had qualities within them that to this very day, still allows me to love them today and always.

As a parent, I could never turn my back on my child because they revealed their deepest secret to me that they are gay. There is not a religion on earth that I would subscribe to that commands me to shun anyone, let alone my own child, for their personal choices or for a choice that was instilled deep within their soul prior to breathing their first breath.

                         When my oldest was taught that there are “black” people and “white “people, I had to correct her teacher. I wanted her to look beyond the teachings of the misinformed. At home, I had her open a new box of crayons. I asked her to pick the crayon that matched her skin the best. She looked at the box of 64 and studied all the colors. Her small, dimpled fingers choose a crayon and she hides it and smiles. I asked her to show me the crayon and she presents to me a medium shade of brown. She had chosen the right crayon. I then asked her to pick out a crayon that would match the skin of one of her “black” friends. She sets her crayon on the table and again, the little dimpled fingers head towards the box of 64. She again picks a crayon and presents it to me. She had chosen a rich dark chocolate brown. Still, to this day, should she mention a “color” of a peer, she always says “brown” instead of black. She knows that only a couple of shades separate her from her “brown” friends. Lesson learned and instilled.

My oldest will be in 5^th grade this year and understands that she will meet a variety of different people. She will meet people who are nice; people who are not so nice; people who will pick on her because she is chunky and super smart. I am very open with her about questions she has about anything she may ask. Should she or her younger sibling ever come to us about any peer issues she or any other student is having, she knows there are no repercussions that would come from us. She knows she should defend others when they are being treated cruel or unfair. She accepts that there are people who have same sex partners and she accepts that. She sees the good in people and wants them to see the same of her.

            Suicide is not an option for anyone. A last resort for children should be graduating from high school ready to conquer the world and maybe change a little of it along the way. I hope one day, my kids can do just that. Their mother started a behind-the-curtain revolt and one day I hope to pass my badge on to one of them. I know they will make me proud…..they do it every day.

            Here is a story from CNN that inspired me to write this....maybe it will make you stand up and take notice....defend the indefensible.

Bullying Leads to Suicide 

WHO!!??

So, while on my voyage to Clemson, I had to stop at a traffic light. While sitting there listening to the news and weather reports, a dude in a Suburban pulled up beside me….

Since today was so nice, I had my windows down. The warm afternoon slowly changing over to a cool, crisp evening…I took a deep breath. Then as my ADD loosens its hold on my attention, I realize that I no longer hear the twittering of birds or the sounds of the refreshing air whishing through my hair….. Like a rubber ball connected to a wooden paddle, I was suddenly snapped back into reality. The wheels in my brain come to a full STOP…..Ok, I can hear it now. I heard a low thud…..then another…coming closer….now I realize that these sounds were in a pattern…repeating….becoming louder….
The thuds have now graduated to a loud BOOM-buzzzz….again repeating…OVER and OVER and OVER…and OVER………. I check my mirror and I see what’s approaching…a dark green Chevrolet Suburban…The ADD in me suddenly screams….”SHINY!!”. From an almost inaudible “thud” getting closer….it has now been transformed into a full on RAP CONCERT beside me. “Fucktard,” I think to myself


I glance over at “Dr. Dickface” to make sure he knows my opinion about his rap concert invading my personal space…. Thinking about which stereo component I would love to shove up his ass….my eardrums were assaulted….’fuck….bitches…..mutha-fucka…club…nnnn shit…..(~*~*~*~insert retarded non-rhyming sentence here…preferably containing one, if not all, of the words in my previous sentence~*~*~*~) nnnnn swagger…’ blah blah blah blah .


The light turns green…..we are neck-and-neck all the way to the next red-light…SHIT!! The light just turned red….GREAT! Another retarded-mobile-rap-concert…… (*^$(#Q^ (Q#^ (Q^$(^#$(^#%Q$%$^$#^@$37q5!!
I “toot” my horn….I glance over….he turns down his music….he glances back…offers me a “I work as a Master Drive-Thru Technician….@ Burger King”…..UGH…He’s a FUCKTARD….


K- Hey!
Dr.-**nods**
K- ******YELLS***** You should play some Beethoven…….!!
…..His eyes glaze over…… (Internal giggle)….nope…no response yet… I wait…. any sign of brain activity…edge of my seat…..AARRRHHHGGGGGG!!! Then….as if he had returned from an out-of-body moment……He musters up a response….wait for it….wait for it….

“WHO!!??”

K- My point EXACTLY!!! You have just proven to me, that you aren’t any smarter, than the fuck-nugget on your cd……….YOU ARE GONNA GO FAR IN LIFE………Dickhead! TURN THAT RAP-SHIT OFF!!....and I took the liberty of writing down your tag number so I can file a “Noise Ordinance Complaint”……Ok……Bye now!!

Next: Why Take Mission Trips to Foreign Countries???

While driving home tonight, I noticed several local churches announcing their "Mission Trip to Mexico"..."Mission Trip to Papau New Guinea".... Something inside me became enraged!!!Furious at this pompass sign....AARRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Like a wee mind fart if you will. Why don't these local "do-good-ers" take a HARD look at their community?? Why aren't they taking a weekend...Yep, give up a Saturday and go around their own backyards?? Cut some grass...wash some windows....cut some trees/shrubs.. Don't get it.

 The 1st Baptist Church  in a local town has posted this very sign. Do me a favor...Go stand facing this church from highway 93...then rotate your ENTIRE body 360 degrees and tell me what you see! This is what I see...a home that use to be loved by its community...glanced upon..maybe even regarded as.."cute"...That was 20 years ago.

 When I drive past this house, I see potential. Yes, someone does live there. The outer appearance of this house says it should be condemned...and yet across the street is this place that believes in "Love Thy Neighbor"....Really?? You do? PROVE IT!

I am actually going to challenge the 168 various places of worship in Pickens County... ** Number of Churches in Pickens County, SC  to take a HARD look at their communities...Drive around...take pictures...make lists of what you can do for your neighbor...Gather up all of your fellow worshipers and DO SOMETHING LOCAL!!
 What makes that church think that they have ZERO missionary work to perform in their own communities?? The money they will waste, on their mission trips to other countries, would be better served LOCAL! Can anyone explain to me why they CHOOSE to ignore something that is RIGHT IN THEIR FACE?? Who was the ass? Doing something as simple as raking leaves...pressure washing a front porch would make some people WANT to improve upon their homes...Maybe all they needed was a helping hand but were too prideful to ask for it!

So, I will say it AGAIN...WHY NOT LOCAL???? I would be curious to know if any local churches would even take me up on this challenge...I doubt it! Why would they NOT take a trip to a country they have never been to...and miss some cool photo-ops!!!?? Maybe buy a t-shirt while they are there...oh, and keep me informed on how this helped in the community you live in...

What Fuels Your Fire???

What are some topics that REALLY get you all twisted up inside?? When ignorance comes and stands in front of you, and points its righteous finger in your face, how do YOU react?? When it SCREAMS....Do you walk away?? Do you stand strong...feet planted...facing the wave of idiocy?? Do you throw your hands in the air and say to yourself..."Pfft, they'll NEVER understand!!" Do you challenge them...throw facts and figures in their face to prove YOUR point? I want YOU to tell me what some of the issues are, that you are willing to give your last breath for....

Excuses!! GET NEW ONES!!

Ok, we all have used excuses in every aspect of our lives. I have...for work...for putting things off, for not wanting to cook. Never have I used a certain excuse for the place I am in this universe.


From the time I was 6 years old, I knew that life was going to be a road of many lefts, rights and u-turns....and some ABRUPT stops along the way. We all know what those stops in life feel like...the brakes lock...our hands go out in front of us....they take hold of the dash...our hearts are in our esophagus...Every time that happens, we all say to our inner-selves.."My heart is going to EXPLODE if that happens again!!" Some of us, when those stops happen, leave the road completely...do a u-turn or say…“Fuck it...Let someone else drive…”


For those people who, choose to get off the road, usually take another mode of transportation through life. They are usually the ones who…“grab a coat-tail"...."get on the bandwagon"..."join the crowd". Those people that choose this usually don't have an excuse of their own...they borrow the "Book of Excuses Handed Down for YEARS"!!


They are the type of people who stand behind someone who makes actual sense and say, "Yeah, what he/she said...I agree....that's what I said...Uh huh...RIGHT!!..."

Yawn...really...YAWN!


In the comments I received on a previous post, the more I read, "You wouldn't understand because you're NOT black" the more I felt my insides SCREAMING...."Are you fucking serious?? Is that all you have?? STOP!!! "


I have plenty of "colored" friends....I say "colored" because with the way I see the world...all my friends have many different shades of epidermis's...I seriously can not choose a color, even though you do, for my friends to be labeled on the "color wheel of life"!!


I equate that excuse to "You wouldn't understand because my hair is brown". Empty...it is simply said because you fail to hold others to their own personal responsibility.


Do you think my opinions or personal observations sounded senseless? Just repeat my original question to yourself several times while looking at a picture of planet earth. The question? "Why are you using the same old excuse?"


** You wouldn't understand because you're not BLACK**

Is it a way to avoid personal responsibility? Maybe you'll be able to realize from pondering that image of (EARTH), that we all have the same needs, desires, and wants in life. External influences may shape us differently in terms of preferences, but it's all the same shit. All differences that create the contrast between the races are man made, therefore when we are born into this world we are all the same originally, it's the life's experiences that change things.


Did you HEAR ME?????? I think this is the point where I grab my megaphone and scream the following:


"ALL DIFFERENCES THAT CREATE THE CONTRAST BETWEEN THE RACES ARE MAN MADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


If any of the comments contained any reference to the color of one's skin, then they are guilty of colorism!

NOT once, did I mention ANYTHING about race.... I DID say that one of the comments listed was full of gibberish. Stop continuing the same fucked up cycle of colorism...!! Skin Color Paradox...Get over yourself…seriously. When you put the proverbial divider up (because I am not black)...you are not separating me from you but rather yourself from me!!


The main point of my previous posts was not to bring up ANYTHING pertaining to color/race...As stated before...I wasn't the one, who twisted this blog, from the topic of Suicide=Coward,Sell-out..Etc. etc.

Oh, and him being a selfish person. Twisting things...hmmm. One of the comments alluded to the fact that one of the readers was trying to figure out who I am...and automatically assuming I knew the individual who posted my blog to a facebook page... Neato! If what you are reading offends you...GOOD! If you don't like it...then don't read it...lol. Simple.


You may like the color green...I may not. I may like Cool Whip over Ready Whip....SO FUCKING WHAT!!


Until you STOP using the same excuses over and over and over and over and over...How the HELL do expect to change things??

I call your BLUFF....and I burned your "race card"...and "religion card"......Now, without using either of those topics/excuses...Address the questions I have asked.... I will stay away for a few minutes so that you can Google your responses... In the meantime...the pictures on this page is how I see people, who use excuses....makes me LOL.

**Remember -  If you respond...you can't use that "certain" excuse nor are you to bring up religion...Let's see what kind of hand you play when those cards have been taken out of the deck....

Damn thing said I had tooooo many characters!

This is a response to a comment on my previous post,

 "WTF....He Blew his F**king Head Off!"! Damn blogger thingy said I had too many characters...

Dear ambusc2009

 After reading your first sentence, Miss Burns, I am inclined to remind you that I have the 1st Amendment right to speak about anything I want, in any way I feel. Nowhere in the 1st Amendment does it say that I can have the right to talk about anything….but there are some emotions you are not allowed to have while doing so. Thank goodness I live in a country where I am free to do that. How I come across is for the reader to determine…and if you want to see me as that…again, you have that right…=) I hope you are successful in your future endeavors. As far as, Mr. Hill goes, yes, he was someone’s child. He was someone’s friend. He was probably someone’s father. All of this does nothing to change the fact that he committed suicide. Where was his support? Where were you? Maybe, when Mr. Hill was walking to his final destination, he should have thought about everything you have just stated…. His parents…his friends…. His actions, his choices were selfish and cowardly pure and simple. I feel sorry for his family. I am sure they know the “religious repercussions that their son faces (if they believe in what is preached).

As far as me “sitting on the internet”, I don’t. This blog post actually took only 30-45 minutes at most. Do I need to direct you to our constitution…so you can read the freedoms?? Instead of worrying about me, writing about her grammatical errors (there were a lot), maybe you could give her some lessons to better express herself…in life…on Facebook….in her resume. I have never understood why laziness in grammar should be tolerated. If any of my closest friends, wrote me an e-mail with that gibberish, I would send it back to them…tell them to correct it so as not to embarrass themselves. Instead of her comment being picked apart, just on her fucked up spelling and sentence structure, let’s talk about its contents =)!!

From what I gathered, she stated that (in VERY short terms), his death was somehow a hidden plot by “The Man”!!! **Insert ominous music here** Why did she bring up race? Why didn’t she blame the bullet/gun manufacturers for giving Mr. Hill an easy way out?? Its people like her (and I did NOT say “YOU PEOPLE”) who continue the chain of “it must have been because he/she/we/them/they are black”. Why continue to talk about it? She, if she was THAT affected by his actions, should maybe take a look at her future. She would become a detective or work for the FBI. Maybe she could change the way she views the world. Why does it always have to contain a conspiracy?

The first thing I think about in the morning is “Yay, I woke up!” I don’t think about…nor do I mention, whenever things go wrong, do I ever say….”It’s Hitler’s fault that things are the way they are.” Or, “The reason I am so fucking fat is because butter is out to get me!! AAAHHHHHAAAA…RUN!!! Save YOURSELF!! Give me a fucking break!!! That is beyond LAME!!

As far as entitlements go…you ask? I think you need to research the differences between ENTITLEMENTS and RIGHTS! You wanting to be a nurse in the future should have already known that. You will have to KNOW and understand HIPPA…. Here’s a little bit about me: 1st I am a human 2nd I am a mother 3rd I am a wife 4th In the previous 3 reason’s, I did not list my RIGHTS to include: “I am white!”!! Does me being “white” mean I am naturally ENTITLED to certain things!! Nope! I have never blamed anyone else for my downfalls in life. I believe we are where we chose to be. In other words, where we are in life are due to our own paths we choose.

I have never seen color other than a huge box of Crayola crayons…Life is lived always in the gray. When my first child started school, they learned their colors. Then they had lessons on the differences between people. My child came home one day and described all of my child’s new friends to me. When my child got to the color part by saying, “He’s/she’s black.” I abruptly stopped my child and told my child to bring me a box of crayons. When my child returned, I instructed my child to show me a BLACK crayon. My child picked the right one. I then instructed my child to show me a WHITE crayon. Again, my child picked the right one. Then I had my child to look at all the colors in the box….pick out which crayon color best fits when telling about the classmates. Not a single time did my child pick up that WHITE or BLACK crayon. I am raising my children to be the same….I hope you are raising your children (if you have any) to ignore all life’s bullshit, and go and be successful in life…Are you? Or when your child “hits a rough patch” in life, that they should see if there was a conspiracy behind it!!?? Can he blame anyone else, instead of taking PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY, for his misfortunes??? Usually, when one of my children “hit a rough patch”, I teach them to GET UP….brush the dirt from your clothes and move on… Does this mean that Mr. Hill’s parents should sue all white people for their sons’ choice?? The gun/bullet manufacturers?? Why not blame the DOT…he walked on their asphalt to his finale. Are you fucking kidding me?? Does this mean, you agree with her?

I cannot help how anyone, on this earth perceives me. Anyone has the RIGHT to hate me or love me… I will respect their choice either way. If you think, and you do, that I am somehow better than everyone else….that’s your opinion…not going to argue with you. Everyone is allowed to have their own view on things around them. Just imagine if I actually entertained arguing with everyone around me if I didn’t agree with their views…. Instead, I absorb their views and try and understand things from their window to the world. You don’t do that do you?

As far as you telling me that because I am not black, that somehow I am too retarded to understand things?? HAHAHAHAHAHHA…. I am not black…I am not white…. I am HUMAN….DNA….molecules, cells nothing fancy…JUST HUMAN! Just by you saying that means that you have just made me a victim of reverse racism!! WOW! Hi, I am human, nice to meet you!! Maybe if everyone could just remind each other of that fact, this world would not be the way it is. If I don’t understand this, because I am not black I say, “BULLSHIT”!! Now there is an example of the same old same old over-used shit that people have been swallowing all their lives…I never drank from that cup!! Did you ever stop and think that I may not understand because I think racism is stupid…or silly…or that I in NO way participate in it?? Why does color affect my learning capabilities?? Be smarter than that…Seriously. That’s like saying because something is different, I nor anyone else, will never understand it….Well, WHY THE FUCK NOT??

By the way, there are a lot of other people on this earth…all different colors…Does that mean they are not included in the whole, “You don’t understand because you aren’t (INSERT SKIN COLOR/RACE)!” Or are they??

Did you miss the part about me not being from here? I never knew about race until I moved to SC. HAD NO CLUE. We didn’t have that where I am from….I never understood the big deal about one’s skin color. I have embraced every color of the rainbow when it comes to the people I CHOOSE to have in my life. Their ONLY requirement…Human. When you said, “assumptions here are often made based on race.” Is this also the part, when you stereotyped me, put me into the same pile that the “Assumption Assholes” are in? Nice! If that’s the way you feel….um…..OK. YOU HAVE THAT RIGHT!! YAY…Aren’t you happy??!!

I make no excuses or apologies for my 1st amendment rights. Your ending sentences spoke to me, too!

“There are times when I am judged based purely on the color of my skin.” Now, with that said, you judged me when you said I was cold hearted and insensitive. As stated above, I am HUMAN. If you see anything other than that….maybe you should change the world…or at least how YOU view it.