I have learned my lesson.
Love is nothing you can create out of thin air. You can not meet someone and pick and choose what works for you and decide this is enough to love them.
Family love is easy. It comes with birth. It comes without strings.
Finding love outside that is...
a gift.
Passion comes quick and fades just as fast.
The gift of love in equal parts between two people is a natural occurrence and yet to be replicated or cloned.
Love comes with a spark and grows without any work.
It is what it is.
Let fate decide for me.
I will not be roped into empty promises and painted pictures of what might be.
Pictures are not backed by substance.
Promises are made but hardly ever kept.
Men are strangers and until they build a three dimensional world for me...
I am not falling for their card tricks.
The Blonde is on cruise control!
3.01.2012
2.26.2012
You Are Not Free
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 1883
Where is her lamp?
Where is the light?
Where and when do we begin to shake our foolish pride and say...
Enough is enough?
More importantly, when do we say,
"Its not my car or house that makes me a better person. Its my generosity and my kindness that I hope to reflect upon the world before I leave."
How can you have a billion dollars and not think twice about wanting to give half away to help the poor?
Can you not be happy with $500 million?
What the fuck is wrong with the 1%?!!!!
There is over 200 billionaires in the US alone but they would rather fuck their sister or brother than see their money leave the family.
And they will fight the brother and sister they just screwed to fuck them out of the money too!!
The Blonde rather have government cheese!
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 1883
Where is her lamp?
Where is the light?
Where and when do we begin to shake our foolish pride and say...
Enough is enough?
More importantly, when do we say,
"Its not my car or house that makes me a better person. Its my generosity and my kindness that I hope to reflect upon the world before I leave."
How can you have a billion dollars and not think twice about wanting to give half away to help the poor?
Can you not be happy with $500 million?
What the fuck is wrong with the 1%?!!!!
There is over 200 billionaires in the US alone but they would rather fuck their sister or brother than see their money leave the family.
And they will fight the brother and sister they just screwed to fuck them out of the money too!!
The Blonde rather have government cheese!
Another Troop...
leaves for Afghanistan on Monday.
Only this troop includes my son.
Religious wars are ugly business and I just assume we let them implode on their own.
When I hear a man killed his wife for bearing a daughter instead of a son when he has the x and y chromos that decide the fate of the child's sex...
I want to smush his pea brained stupid religious right ass under the tires of a hummer.
Its a good thing my son is going...he has a much more level head than I do. I would kill an Afghan man just for being ugly and looking at me.
GOD BLESS the children who fight this battle.
Let us not forget that every soldier is someone's
son
daughter
and
Mothers
Fathers
brothers
sisters
friends
May the American flag fly high and never drape another coffin.
And if one does, may God please...please...do not let it be my sons
Only this troop includes my son.
Religious wars are ugly business and I just assume we let them implode on their own.
When I hear a man killed his wife for bearing a daughter instead of a son when he has the x and y chromos that decide the fate of the child's sex...
I want to smush his pea brained stupid religious right ass under the tires of a hummer.
Its a good thing my son is going...he has a much more level head than I do. I would kill an Afghan man just for being ugly and looking at me.
GOD BLESS the children who fight this battle.
Let us not forget that every soldier is someone's
son
daughter
and
Mothers
Fathers
brothers
sisters
friends
May the American flag fly high and never drape another coffin.
And if one does, may God please...please...do not let it be my sons
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