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The Hood

yesterday i drove through one of my favorite ghettos. i don't go there much anymore, but i figured out it was a good way to avoid traffic. the first time i ever went there, it was by accident. i was out for a very long walk. i took the bike path down to the city and took a couple paths off the path and suddenly i was standing in a park, looking at a sign with the name of the park on it and i said to myself "oh my god. this is the park where 3 kids were shot yesterday!" i had heard it on the news the previous night. i had no idea where the park was located and it was seemingly totally random that i would end up there the next day. and i looked around the park. you would think that at a park where there had just been a shooting, that there would be no one at the park, but it was filled. kids playing on the swings, playing wiffleball, tag, etc. older kids drinking sodas and flirting with eachother, mother's nursing their babies and grown men playing basketball. forget the fact that there was a shooting there the day before, no parks where i live ever have more than a few kids playing. usually just toddlers with their nanny's. you never see anyone outside anymore in the suburbs. no one ever leaves the house. when i was a kid we ruled the streets. it was fun.
i remember when i arrived at the park that day, the sky was getting cloudy like it was going to rain. i asked a woman what was the best way to Mass Ave. she told me it was 2 miles down the road. i looked confused, as i thought i was walking parallel to mass ave for the whole walk. the woman called a man over who gave me details on how to get back to mass ave. the people there were totally nice to me when they could have easily taken advantage, and that surprisingly has often been my experience with people in the ghetto. there is always evil stuff going on, but there are always people there who will try to protect you from the evil, because they have been part of it and understand a bit about how it works.

anyway, the hood is a magical place in many ways. it is a real community. i sometimes think i'd be better off living there than among these stuck up assholes. i don't fit in here.

did you guys hear about the private club where all the white parents pulled their kids out of the pool when a group of black kids got in and made statements that they felt unsafe having their kids swim with black kids? here is a link to an article on it....
http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/news/local/Pool-Boots-Kids-Who-Might-Change-the-Complexion.html

i live right down a street from a town that is known for not allowing black people in their private club... but luckily i also live near cambridge, somerville and medford, where things are a lot more diverse.

here's a song about the hood by the dead prez, my favorite rap group.

The Hood- by Dead Prez



and here's Tupac with Nas and Akon- My Block



this is the song that got me into tupac, although not this exact version.
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I Send an SOS to the world

they erased my entry on a day in my life. so i posted them on my journal

here's the gyst. they're after me. tis was erased.
http://community.livejournal.com/adayinmylife/1476277.html

i was arrested a couple days ago and spent the night in jail for failure to immediately ID myself when 5 cop cars surrounded me for being pulled over on the side of the road with my radio on too loud in Davis Square, Somerville. I was picking up a friend from work.

This was the day after i got out of MCLEAN where they restrained me on North Belknap for trying to call 911 to report that the nurse assaulted me. I was staring at him. Five large men jumped on top of me and tried to suffocate me with a towel over my face, but i have been in training and i screamed, kicked and fought for my life back.

While i was at Mclean, i discovered why everyone there looks so familiar. They are part of "the family" My family is cops on one side, mafia on the other. The Mafia is trying to kill me because i reported it all to the police. I was raised by moral parents and family who did their best to protect me from h Mafia side, but i was gang raped when i was 12 because i have a ring from my Godmother. I was supposed to be the NEXT God-mother. That was the point of the ring, but the Mafia owns all the other gangs and owns slaves and i want no part in it. I was supposed to marry an attractive black man and own slaves with him. That is why black girls have hated me my whole life. I never understood until i understood.

The Godparents have a camp where you are brainwashed and military trained and tortured while you are being potty trained. Whoever could potty train fastest and then torture and humiliate the other kids into potty training quickly as well got to win the diamond ring and go home to their parents first. All i wanted was to go home. I never wanted to torture those kids. I was fucking 2 years old. But i won the ring, and when the Godmother on Proctor 2 saw that i had it with me and had a price tag on it for $100, she flipped out.

My parents still don't believe me, because they are afraid, but i know that they are not the bad guys.

The mafia owns the Boston sports teams, which is why we are winning and why so many people are losing their money to the mafia with their gambling addictions. Now that Boston is supposedly the place to be, gentrification is fucking up our city. Buildings that hold 500 families are being torn down to build large 1 family homes for the rich, leaving more and more people homeless, poor and in need of any work they might find. Therefore, more people are joining gangs or working as spies for the mafia. We are all slaves. America is not free.

This is the same war that is in Iraq. There is only one war, and that is GOOD vs EVIL. Hilliary Clinton is Mafia Family. That is why she is dropping out of the race. I have been putting up signs everywhere. They are scared. They should be. Help me scare them until they back down.

I'm sorry if this is scary, but i need the other heroes who read my blog to recognize that if you have GodParents, you probably went through this and if you ever say things like "It seems like someone is capitalizing on our fears" You are right. It is the Mafia. McLean hospital is the most famous psych ward in the world. James Taylor, Sylvia Plath, Rick James, Susanna Kaysen, Ann Sexton, Judy Garland, one of the Kennedy's.
Hollywood made a movie "Girl Interrupted" based on Susana Kaysen's memoir of Proctor 2, the ward that the Godmother owns. (head nurse). The movie is a favorite amongst traumatized adolescents in this country, and scared traumatized children now beg their parents to go there.

Also, the God-MOTHER is a white bread rich woman who works as a head nurse on Proctor 2 (the unit for sexual assault survivors with PTSD, "borderline personality" or Multiple Personalities. They do NOT Allow physical contact on that ward, including HUGS. They deprive these victim/survivors of the one thing we need the most.
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The God FATHER on the other hand works on North Belknap and is a very very large "cool" Haitian Creole man. The Reason that race issues are what they are is because the Mafia is BLACK AND WHITE. Literally and figuratively. They are not who you were lead to believe they were. Italians are just as much slaves to the Mafia as any other immigrants to this country. (Except the mafia, as they too were once immigrants.)

Also, please note that NOT ALL white people or all Haitian Creole's are mafia. In fact, most are not, but the Godparents are black and white. The Godmother has more power than the Godfather.
Please Be a hero and hear my truth and spread it.

PS. i have not smoked weed in 2 days. I'm taking meds. This is not me being crazy.. its a crazy world and i'm being hunted cuz i know the truth. Help save me. Help save the whole WORLD!!!!
towlie weed

South Park: Britney's New Look, Uncensored

http://www.southparkstudios.com/episodes/164365/

go check it out. south park is my hero
warheads

Mitt Motherfucking Romney

I hate you Mitt Romney. You suck dirty balls. I really really hate you.
I'm very mad that you made it so easy for so many of my friends to die. I hope you fry.
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Wild Side by Marky Mark. Boston Tales Part 1

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the sound quality is kind of sucky. i just held the phone to the car speaker.

This is part 1 of what i'm calling "Boston Tales"

I wanted to point out the lyrics in which he talks about Charles Stewart, the wife killer who blamed a black man for the murder and caused a mini race riot in Boston back in 1988 or 1989.
Charles Stewart and his wife Carol lived in Reading, the town i grew up in. I have mentioned this before.
However, Marky Mark (aka Mark Whalberg, the actor from Boston, brother of Donnie Whalberg, the former New Kid on the Block/actor), also talks about "little Tiffany", a young girl who was accidently shot and killed in a drive by shooting around that same time.
"Wild Side" by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch came out in 1991. In 1996, i bought a compilation CD of some Boston folk singers, and listening to the songs, i realized one of the songs was about that same little girl. I will put that song up later.

for now- peace
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Where I'm From- Reading, MA

The town i grew up in was called Reading. It was a mostly white, middle upper class suburb in which i was both grateful and resentful towards.
The exact description from Wikipedia says:
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What i find more interesting about Reading is the kind of crimes that are committed here and what that says about the place i grew up.

Also interesting is that Reading has a huge heroin problem. This was not the case when i was growing up there, but there was a gang that started up from kids in my grade, who at the time i thought were wanna be gangsta dumbasses... which they were. One time ice skating, i took one of the gang kid's hockey sticks after he told me his friend wanted to rape me. I told the kid i'd hit him in the nuts with his hockey stick if he didn't leave me alone. He said "Do U Kow Who You're Talking To?" i said his name and he said "yeah, but Do You Know Who I Am? What I Represent?"
??? i looke puzzled.
"I'm A Crazy Angel, Muthaf***. Haven't You Seen My Tags?"
I said... "You Obtuse Idiot"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY"
"i said you're an idiot --- you tagged Crazy Angles... EVERYWHERE"
and i skated away laughing as he looked puzzled, then he yelled "F*** U" and stuck his finger up.
Anyway, oddly enough this gang still exists 15 years later and has kinda made a name for itself on the north shore.

But Drugs and Gangs are nothing compared to these next 3 stories...
Let's start with Reading Resident Charles Stewart. One of the first huge news stories i really remember as a kid (the others were Baby Jessica stuck in the well because 2 years earlier i had been caught in a laundry chute for several hours and i could relate, and when i was 6, my first grade classroom watched as a school teacher was going to ride to the moon with the astronauts. However, we also all watched together as it exploded and they all died)

But back to Charles Stewart. To explain the situaion, i will use the words of the respected actor Mark Whalberg back when he was known as less respected rapper Marky Mark...
still, i love this song and these lyrics tell the story..

"Charles had everything going for him /A top paying job, a good life, a good wife
A baby boy on the way any day /A gentleman attitude is all he displayed
Carol was the wife he loved and adored /Her family and freinds treated him like an Ambassador
One night on the other side of town /A police dispatcher picked up a weird sound
Charles on the car phone asking for help /Claiming a burglar shot his wife and himself
His pregnant wife lay slumped over /Dreams corrupted and a young life over
Extensive searches throughout the projects /Put a lot of people through misery and wreck
Everyone a suspect til someone was found /Interrigated cause their skin was brown
Then there was Bennett, guilty until proven so/ But soon as the case started moving slow
What do you know, sure as as sea gull gets webbed toed /Charles was the culprit
The whole plot was an insurance scam /Charles and his brother came up with a plan
Kill Carol, collect a big check /Blame it on a black man, what the heck?
And just before the story was known /Charles had a feeling that his cover was blown
So he jumped offa bridge /Committed suicide /This is how it is - on the Wildside"

STORY #2
THE HOCKEY DADS.
"It's not a pleasant story, any way you look at it: One minute, Thomas Junta and Michael Costin were watching their sons' hockey practice. The next, fists (and insults) were flying — a brawl that left Costin dead. The July, 2000 incident, which bloodied the floor at a Reading, Massachusetts hockey rink, was front page news for a few days, then mercifully faded from sight."
you can read more of the article here...
http://www.time.com/time/pow/article/0,8599,192891,00.html

That case was flashed on the news all over the world in order to distract viewers from the more relivant news of war, so you may remember it.

STORY #3
THE DONAHUE MURDER
"A husband who marched in vigils for his missing wife was convicted Monday of bludgeoning her to death and stashing her body in their basement for weeks." (in tupperware)
contunued here...
http://www.lubbockonline.com/stories/050598/LA0750.001.shtml

We do have a few things to be proud of... like ME for instance. i'm so figgin awesome and i'm from Reading.
But notable others are Mark Errelli the folk siger (who sang for The Dead Flowers and The Organic Icecubes, local bands i followed in high school)
Mark Storty, a friend of my parents who will soon appear in a tv ad with Beyonce and has been in daytime soaps.
Brad Whitford from Aerosmith is from Reading. My 3rd cousin was originally a drummer for the band but was kicked out when they got big, cuz he had a severe drug problem which he died from when i was 13. I didn't really know the guy, so i wasnt at his funeral, but Brad Whitford showed up there i guess, cuz they were still close frends.
and Mike McKenzie AKA Gunface from the hardcore/death metal band The Red Chord who are really big for a death metal band. i know i've mentioned them before and that Mike was one of my best friends as a kid. He lived next door to my grandparent's where i spent a lot of time.
and Machete' the Burlesque dancer from Babe's in Boinkland (my friend) also grew up in Reading.
I Will Post a few Reading Videos Under the Cut.. Yay oh Reading oh town of Suck. here ye oh suburb....here ye.

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