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May 26, 2012 at 10:05 AM

Progress is not the practice of those in the business of sweeping success. Progress overawes—but its work is slow and grim. Progress waits on people to die, and more enlightened people to take their place. Progress works even as the unenlightened abound, but find their ranks thinned and their positions exposed.

Specifically, democratic progress is not revolution and can never be the gospel of people who measures success by complete victories achieved in singular life-times. Instead it is reserved for those who are unrelenting in struggle, patient beyond their mortal coil, and willing to wage wars across generations.

— Ta-Nehisi Coates, explaining how 50 Cent’s ambiguous support of marriage equality still denotes a major advance for gay rights. (via theatlantic)

[typo and grammatical error ridden]-acknowledged

word-interesting and portions agreed with in this assertion.this said.if i don’t speak as loudly or often enough about this,like race conversations[my voice can get tired],but it’s also because if you have even remotely known me the past few years,you’d know a very basic-legal-property-will-tax-finance-[even guarantee of admittance for hospital visit]benefit and conferring of rights given to all other citizens to be denied to others in government has no place getting justified to me,ESPECIALLY with how heavy our conviction is with rights given to all citizens as equal.

Please remember there were such things on the books such as no interracial marriages and it was accepted and justified then.We have to continue to challenge ideas/laws that are wrong over and over again.Continuing to evolve with basic rights that would seem to be a foregone conclusion to many communities is a must…Not just in common and popular sentiment which will truly take time as coates stipulates here,but especially in law.

If you need help thinking about why rights cannot just be a popular vote:
please refer to cory booker’s recent speech that i’m sad to say is bold for a politician,but frankly it still is.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4Z7tl7Vy8U -cory booker,like all politicians, is someone who may legitimately sacrifice support,and a political career to speak what he feels/knows is right and correct treatment of citizen’s rights[and regarding career,in this case, one that i feel he is clear in his dedication to serving others-not simply his own ambitions for power or stature]

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1jpwlx5lF1rrimczo1_500.png -rachel maddow

proper respect to president obama for his support as well,again,it is incredibly saddening how much pundits[however legitimately to the unfortunate “facts/polls/opinions” have been in an uproar about how poor of a political “gamble”[or gambit if you’re cynical][i’ll warrant,perhaps justified,i know i side eye much myself] this is.if this,vocalizing his clear support [mind you,this is not even federal action or change yet,which has supreme court ties]of basic rights to citizens “changes the whole complexion of elections”,than our country is in a sad state of affairs.

the first gay president?the idea that theoretically or of popular opinion former president clinton being “about” or understanding black people making him the first black president has grown ridiculous to me,by the same notion that caring about the basic rights and lack of oppression towards all citizens whether they be gay or not,means you must be of a certain group.as if fighting for an injustice of someone that shares a different characteristic than you somehow must mean you share the same characteristic beyond the simple fact that you are both human,and citizens of this country.if that were the case,as diverse as our country is,politics would get even more shameful than they can often appear to be.

personally,there are other issues of great concern to me,that affect everyone,and i find this issue consistently being used as a divisive wedge.honestly,look at any lobbyist or candidate that makes this their stump point to divide you away from a candidate and the major issues they support as an abuser of what often appears to be an already corrupt political process in continuing desperate need of reform.look at it as an insult to your intelligence and support of poor politics and the wrong issues at hand.if twisting the support of basic rights for citizens into politics of dominant negative discussion because “it’s just smart thing to do in the political ‘war’rooms”,than they’re more than likely absolutely disingenuously playing on fears and the political process to “just win”in the perception and votes arena,and those are the type of minds I expect to cow to big business,military, and energy industry lobbyists/pressures to “just win”,”just get the donations”,and “just get right support at the right times” to pad the right stats,not make real change with long held onto,but flawed structures that need redevelopments,and reform.

(via theatlantic)

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May 25, 2012 at 7:50 PM

justtracey:

That presidential type love

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May 25, 2012 at 7:50 PM

protect the victims,of all kinds.NO more sexual assaults.NO more lives ruined.
housewifeswag:

Can you imagine going to prison for 10 years for a crime you didn’t commit? This high school football star and NFL hopeful, who was wrongly jailed for rape, was finally exonerated after the woman who accused him admitted she lied.

[Brian Banks, 26,] spent more than five years in prison and another five on parole. He had to register as a sex offender and was still wearing an ankle monitor during yesterday’s hearing.

“If I can do this, I can get through anything,” he told The Daily just after leaving a Long Beach, Calif., courtroom. “This was my hardest part, and, as they say, good things go to people who hustle while they wait.”

see ladies, crying rape doesn’t just hurt the person you’re accusing, it also hurts all other women. women everywhere are being doubted when they are actually raped because of this bullshit. that’s so sad.

(via toskateonsun)

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May 25, 2012 at 7:48 PM

olympic gold or best sex ever? →

May 25, 2012 at 7:47 PM

[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

mikedaoo:

Making cotton candy like a boss. This guy apparently gave his last fuck a long time ago.

[i guess you can make anything go, as this guy is proving ]

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April 16, 2012 at 6:49 AM

Review your goals twice every day in order to be focused on achieving them. ~ Les Brownhursday, August 19, 2010 10:14 PM

“Review your goals twice every day in order to be focused on achieving them. ~ Les Brown” via @talentliberator on twitter . what i wrote to a wishful wednesday post a few years ago…interesting.

I grind like clockwork, orange, crazy INDIVIDUAL so they pried my eyelids opn hoping forever more I’d want to close em, but I learned how to stare, frozen.

I wrote this to a prompt if you could write a script to your life leading to your dream profession what would you write?

I’d start out the professional path the same way I starting my life, simply walking through the doors laid before me as they came easily. I could read early so I liked school. I could talk well so I talked a lot. I could play sports well, so I did so. Good with arithmetic, but not with higher math, so I quit (stopped trying as hard, same thing) that.

From that point on, the past and the professional math would be inextricably linked.

The music that naturally deepened me and inspired me to work harder, would be less lush in its arrangements, less verdant in its place of the garden surrounded by all the other plants. The passion of the schoolwork of the past would be less so, because it would be simply about getting what’s done that is fun without the joy of accomplishing what’s over the next plateau, which interestingly enough, might be more music, but the character wouldn’t necessarily know that at the time, and honestly, would the path be as enjoyable or even as fully delved into if it was. The first person of self of past would have to become the third person of future, because from here on out, I’d simply be simply trying to guide another person,(seemingly from afar) through a maze of tasks, classes, and experiences that seemed foreign (much like Carlton has mentioned) back to a better self with the will to stay longer or shorter as the quasi self and life dictates. He’d find the metaphor of the past schoolwork creeping up with him though, as he realized his joys could be even more so “in the flow” with a few more tools under his belt, so this time he made the perfect lunge, or the plunge if you will, into unseen depths, but like the final scene of Ender’s Game, in a topsy turvy world, it’s all relative, the depths could really be heights.

He’d find himself taking communication classes of the present, while practicing communication practices of the future. While doing so, he’d find himself exhibiting what others might deem humility, and he’d deem necessity, by working everything from café jobs to freelance publicity, marketing, and public relations worth. Rarely would any of these tasks be close to being in a fully leadership capacity as all the jobs would be with the purpose of learning something, but always with flexibility. Along the way he’d always keep in mind the genuine and brilliant souls he encountered and help them in any way shape or form along the journey. While initially thinking the goal would be to constantly merge people and skill sets , he’d grow to understand that functioning harmoniously does not always mean absolutely functioning fully together at all times. He’d attain political knowledge to achieve specific political goals as life dictates, but he’d not be a politician. He’d be a fundraiser for worthy causes , but he’d never let any individual cause become the whole of himself, but rather a piece of himself to be balanced with the others. However, some issues would be so intrinsically apart of them, that whether spoken on or acted on, a running tally for the future would be kept deep within. He’d run err. Perhaps hobble to the place of furthest understanding to himself and spirit, to receive the missing pieces to himself that he had been so adverse to, Every piece he picked up along the way would make him seem weirder and weirder to I, and those closest to the him of I, but the experiences he gained could not be shrugged off as simple garb to be adorned casually, but rather they would be valued as badges of painful courage and hardfought lessons and honor to be worn under the skin, not over it, from both occasionally unwilling teachers and unwilling students. Interestingly enough, along the way, the I’s he had strived for be would become fewer, and even more tellingly, he’d shy away from the he’s she’s, and we’s to find himself more lonely in the center doing more odd jobs than ever, seeming more odd than ever, and in a quest to not make that forever he made a change.

I would continue the freelance jobs and longer commitments necessary to become self sufficient, but I would ultimately decide I’m more of a back of the house man(for myself) than a front of the house man, and I would go to culinary school. I’d figure I might not be able to speak every language to work everywhere and travel everywhere, but I can cook in any language. I’d shrug off disdain knowing I had put in the schoolwork to at least get my degree and keep possibilities and ancestral responsibilities open for the future, but I’d have given myself a skill to open doors to places I could go to learn with.

My further learning years would be seeped in culture, music, politics, upliftment, lost knowledge, and the right language to convey it all while being self sufficient. I’d make sure the doors were open to enable briefer sojourns that as comfortable or simply able to stay away from the path in front of them for a myriad of reasons that need not be explained to me. I’d exorcise gleaned ambitions, and exercise my own with more fervor than ever before. He would return once again back to a much fuller and more assured to be a vessel for positivity in the abstract form, with the practical tools to accomplish them, and the spiritual flexibility to continue to learn more to accomplish and see where he is truly needed. He and I would understand the Non-Sibi (Not For One’s Self) mentality of his high school is truly HIS and I’s spirit, but would now have the foundation to make sure I am always acting from his best self, and not another’s intentions (however well meaning) for him. He could be a record label owner, a music/ travel journalist, a restaurant owner, a venue talent buyer, a politician (the call would have to be overwhelmingly obvious for that one, a DJ, a music supervisor, a playwright, a teacher, a social media consultant, a diversity consultant for advertising… The list goes on.

I would simply be myself. I would ensure that my destination would eventually include financially comfortable and able to do for others. I would ensure that kids just as stubborn as I would be taught over and over again until their spirit, mind, and heart could align in something or anything. I would love for the number times their head hitting their brick walls (built by others or themselves, or in tandem) would be fewer, but if they were greater I would take painful joy in the beauty of how they got up and ran different to the walls every time, fell different every time, and get up differently every time, but with the knowledge that the spirit and intention they did so with was the same every time.

After hitting my brick walls over and over… I would hopefully be a father, hopefully a husband, most definitely hopefully a lover in the bigger sense of love her, and not simply my former since of lover. I’d not be married to the idea of this being the absolute endgoal of a life fulfilled as I would truly answer my call however I see fit, but I hopefully at least try and honor this beautiful goal I’ve had since I was young: To be a great father, to be a great husband, to be a great friend, to be a lover and promoter of positive, to be understanding of negative, understand there’s a balance between the two, and let everything shine forth from there. I would be a weathered front of the house man with an understanding of the back of the house men, and most certainly, I would be thankful for all the weather that brought me to this place.

Big K.R.I.T., “The Vent” Live

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