Sunday, June 20, 2010

This man deserves the Nobel Prize in the 'Common Sense' category

Hi, I just received an email from a friend and I find it quite interesting. So since it stated to pass around therefore I post it in my blog and I like to say I hold no responsibility to the content. Happy reading.






'They're standing on the corner and they can't speak English.

I can't even talk the way these people talk:

Why you ain't,

Where you is,

What he drive,

Where he stay,

Where he work,

Who you be...

And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk.

And then I heard the father talk.

Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads.

You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your
mouth.

In fact you will never get any kind of job making a decent

living.

People marched and were hit in the face with rocks to get an

Education,

and now we've got these knuckleheads walking around.

The lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal.

These people are not parenting.

They are buying things for kids.

$500 sneakers for what?

And they won't spend $200

for Hooked on Phonics.
I am talking about these people who cry when their son
is standing there in an orange suit.

Where were you when he was 2?

Where were you when he was 12?

Where were you when he was 18 and how come you

didn't know that he had a pistol?

And where is the father?

Or who is his father?

People putting their clothes on backward:

Isn't that a sign of something gone wrong?

People with their hats on backward, pants down around the crack,

isn't that a sign of something?

Isn't it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up

and got all type of needles
[piercing] going through her body?

What part of Africa did this come from??

We are not Africans.

Those people are not Africans;

they don't know a thing about Africa ......

I say this all of the time.

It would be like white people saying they are European-American.

That is totally stupid.

I was born here, and so were my parents and grand parents and, very likely my great
grandparents..

I don't have any connection to Africa,
no more than white Americans have to Germany ,

Scotland , England , Ireland , or the Netherlands

The same applies to 99 percent of all the black Americans as regards to Africa .

So stop, already! ! !


With names like Shaniqua, Taliqua and Mohammed and all of that crap .........

and all of them are in jail.

Brown or black versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person's problem.

We have got to take the neighborhood back.

People used to be ashamed.

Today a woman has eight children with eight different 'husbands' --
or men or whatever you call them now.

We have millionaire football players who cannot read.

We have million-dollar basketball players who can't write two paragraphs.

We, as black folks have to do a better job.

Someone working at Wal-Mart with seven kids, you are hurting us.

We have to start holding each other to a higher standard.

We cannot blame the white people any longer.'

Dr. William Henry 'Bill' Cosby, Jr., Ed.D.


WELL SAID, BILL
It's NOT


about color...It's about behavior!!!


PASS THIS ON AROUND THE WORLD!!!!!!

Friday, June 11, 2010

Poems

Don’t walk a lonely Mile

Like a toddler learning to walk
Tiny feet reaching out ahead.
Like a child learning to talk,
Sounds he made from his bed.

This child one day will run,
This child one day will orate.
Yet it all began as one
Tiny step or sound that made his great.

I have journeys long and far,
Used any form of means,
From my legs to a fast sports car,
What in the world did I glean?

I aimed for my destination all the time,
I focused so strongly on it.
When I reached it, I felt sublime,
Thinking that was it.

I have not journeyed the way I should,
I missed every turn and nook.
If only I once more could
Make these journeys again and take a good look.

I would see the beauty of the hills,
I would feel the warmth of morning sun.
Find meaning in every bird and their bills,
Never again wanting to end the run.

Life is all about the journey,
Never really about destinations.
You may think this is funny
Then you missed all the fascination!

Have you ever paused to peek at a flower?
Hold your breath to absorb its smell?
Have you step out into the morning shower?
Listen to its patter on steel roof like bells?

Did you ever look close at a rainbow
Wonder where the colours come from?
God gives you such a show
After such a roaring storm.

Do you reach out to touch
Bowing grains turning yellow?
In the darkness hold a torch
For others to follow?

When you journey in the darkest night,
All alone, everything out of sight,
Hoping for someone to give you a light,
Enjoy it, it is still alright.

Enjoy each journey of your life.
The destination is not the end.
End one and you start a new strife
A new destination, that’s the trend.

If you enjoy each journey you take,
Failure to reach the end is OK.
Enjoy your journey for heaven sake,
Tomorrow is yet another day.

Never travel alone if you can,
Hold out your hand to a friend.
Solitude may now be the trend,
You’ll still be alone when the journey ends.

The journey takes a mighty long time,
Reaching the destination is but a moment.
If you sense not the things sublime,
You lose the meaning of involvement.

Share each journey with many,
Spare time on the way to tarry,
Forget the burden you have to carry
Have fun and be merry.

The end comes before you know,
Yet you still want the journey to grow!
Find one with friends again tomorrow,
Life’s full of journeys for you to follow!

By:

Victor Chew
10 June 2010

Poems

Hi,

A friend of mine has given me some poems which I find them very meaningful and like to take this opportunity to share with all of you too.

An Old Man sitting Alone on a Boat

Like sagging Rain Trees beside the still waters
Gaunt and mighty, arched over the road,
An old man sits, he’s somebody’s father;
All alone in an empty boat
.

The wind blew pass in gentle gust,
The lake rippled in silence unheard by many,
The old man’s heart is gripped in rust,
All worn, too old to be merry.

As birds sing among the mighty branches,
Noisy as can be,
The old man hears but misses the chances,
To record what joyous sounds can be.

The sun in golden beams darts through,
Shining for all to see.
The old man sees but not true
He missed the scene, only saw a bee!

The smell of freshness fills the air,
Each plant its fragrance gives,
The old man breathes that which is fair,
Yet he rejoices not but remains in grief.

As the sun fades in last evening light,
Darkness will soon engulf and begins the night,
The old man sat, about to lose the fight
He sees yet nothing is in sight!

By:

Victor Chew
10 June 2010

What is the best religion??????












Yes, I believe and trust his last statement.

So what are you going to do????? Still searching for the best religion???? or trust in whatever religion you are in and be a better self?

The choice is yours!!