Did Vick get Dicked?

After reading this article, it makes me think that he did, at least by his dad. I'm not sure what to say about "his boys" that rolled on him. Actually, to be honest, I am sick of the whole thing. I don't see what the big problem is..... and to be honest, I really don't care.

The people in this world make my stomach curl at the fact that they care more about a mutt's life than man. I am still baffled at the fact that more money was raised in the beginning to get the animals out of New Orleans, and they were moved out of New Orleans, way before the people were moved out of the SuperDome.. does that make sense? Does it make sense that lil' babies and old people lost their lives while the government and the people with money fiddled around with the lint in their pockets trying to see if that Negro's life was worth saving while the buckets were overflowing to get them dang ol animals out....ironic thing was, most of their owners, and caretakers were living in their own filth in the SuperDome, so who was gonna care for them... who were the people saving them for?

Now as for Mike, did he do? Probably... but would these negros would have rolled on him if he had paid them... probably not. and the thing is... he probably payrolled it, but I really don't see how he could have been that active in the whole fighting dogs process seeing that he was running up and down on someone's football field. Question, why are they treating him worse than they treated his brother who as some of you all remember drove around pointing a gun at people after being ejected from his final game... didn't the NFL still allow him to play? PACMAN who is my dawg simply because he was a BEAR was implicated in several murders and shootings and what????? not only was he allowed to play and it wasn't that much media hooplah around him BUT the judge altered his sentence to allow him to play in the SUPERBOWL. what's the difference, is it because he wasn't the HNIC and VICK is?

Don't know, but it's the same questions I ask when I hear people talking about R. yah, know which R. are they going after him because what he did was wrong or becuase he is a HNIC when it comes to music.

The ref that bet on the games...did they parade him through the media? H2TN...i had to get updates about him from yahoo and msn. I mean wasn't the league outraged that we have proof that some of them awful calls are done on purpose because someone's trying to fix the game?


To Vick's daddy... cuz yah know he ain't got nothing better to do... I'm sure he trying to get his hands on someone who will let him do a tell all book... you are really ignorant.. get up and get a job cuz if I was Vick after the way you DICKED him, not only wouldn't I pay your rent or talk to you... I would sue you for libel and pay my mama to testify and say that everything you said was a lie.... and I bet you wonder why he don't talk to you... you worse than the co-defendants..with family like you, who needs enemies or the CIA or FBI cuz you gonna spill it for the mighty mighty dollar...


that's it for naw.
Truthz

Defining growth by myspace

i had a convo with a mutual acquaintance and they said something that made some things in my life just fall into place...

"sometimes you have to let go of who you were in order for you to become who you are"


it's weird because just looking at it, it kinda looks silly and sound silly but it was the answer that i was looking for, and the funny thing was, he wasn't even talking about me.

does letting go of who you were make you a sell-out? i wonder, and maybe that is why i just can't let the hood in me die. i was watching Baldwin Hills the other day, for the first time, and i felt embarassed for Staci... the hood gurl intermingling with the rich crowd. that's how i feel a lot, that i am the hood girl in the rich man's world. the episode i saw was when it was that skank "GER" somebody's bday and she had a party and Staci was like "this a party, why yall just sittin her... get up and dance...followed by a bunch of cuss words." then Staci proceeded to get the party crunk by giving a lap dance to one of the guest. well it was at that point that i was praying that Staci was drunk because she was making a plum fool of herself. See it's one thing to rep where u from and another thing to enforce the negativity associated with where you are from. Staci was dressed in her "hood" club gear, now in my opinion, she was lookn fly, looking exactly how people dress when they go clubbing, but looking around at all the high class black folks in the room, she wasn't dressed appropriately because these negros had on suits and ties and cocktail dresses on like they were at a homecoming dance and what nots. then the fact she started regulating a party that was not for her, well it just made her look like she had no home training. The sad thing about the entire situation is that I think Staci was acting that way because she felt out of place. I think she felt that if she didn't go in there and act "hood" that she would be faking about who she was... i think she was worried about her homies thinking she was a sell-out.

now, i don't think that by letting go of who i was will make me a sell-out as much as i fear that i may become disenchanted like those before me that have let go... become disillusioned and disconnected with the people who made me who i am today. i have a responsibility to lift as i rise and i cannot do that if those that i am trying to lift believe that i have left them behind...therefore, i have to find a balance of letting go who i was and who i now see when i stare in the mirror


one luv,

truthz

I don't like killing africans

why, oh whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....... i'm just everyday people...however if people keep trying me, i'm probably going to be a locked up person. when do you walk away from protecting your pride? when do you say enough is enough and i will not fight over this mess? i'm just wondering because there are things that i will not fight over (physically) i will not fight over a man or a woman for that matter. (no homo) i will not fight for someone who was wrong and is getting what they deserve, meaning: if your talking crap got you in a situation then i will not help you... but your crap talking about to get you jumped, then yeah, depending on who you are, i gots your back... I will fight for MY CHILD... i will fight man, woman, child, or beast. related and non-related.

so there is drama a brewing all because i asked My Child's father for some money so i can buy MY Child some school clothes and everything hit the fan... how could i ask him when i have never needed anything from him before? does that make sense? naw, i didn't think so... so to make a long story short his sistah the one that the twins was living with called me and jumped way out of her lane and asked how i could ask him for some money and why would i tell him that i call the twin's baby my grandson... well being me i told her basically it was none of her bizness and to stay in her lane. so she got mad and told her sistah who told me she will fight me over her sistah and i told her to do what she do... she told me she got off at 2pm and i told her she knew where i lived... see the thing is, her sistah told her thinking i would chump up and what not when she approached me, but last time i checked, i wasn't scared to walk the ickies by myself at 2 in the morning, i wasn't scared to walk racist oaklawn by myself, i wasn't scared to stand up to Hitler, and i shole ain't scared of some welfare fraud queen. now, i ain't saying i am the baddest, but i have been known to hold my own and be resourceful... thing is, she ain't worth my time...


but, if she touch me i will have kill me an african....... why lord do people have to test me?

And I take a bow

so i took the BAR. and yah know what? regardless of what that piece of paper says in Nov, i am happy. i did something that deep down i think i was afraid to do. i relied on my own judgment and studied by myself, without taking any BAR prep classes, partly because i had to use all of my BAR loan money to get caught up on all of my overdue bills and to buy food and because i just didn't want to take a class. and you know what, if i had to do it all over again, i would do the same.

it's been seven years yall and FINALLY, i am catching glimpses of my old self and i am liking it. i am loving it. i've been thru so much and deserve to have some happiness...some sunshine shining on my face and i am getting it. maybe not in huge doses, but i will take what i can get .

"life's ups and down, they come and go...."

it's funny when you are growing up, you have all of these hopes and dreams and expectations of how things are going to turn out and what you want out of life, but when you finally get grown, you realize that dreams are what helps you make it thru the day and not necessarily things that will come true. and what you want may not be what's best for you... and that in the end, everyone has to just live their lives the best way they can

i just want to be happy and to be surrounded by love... is that too much to ask for?