Does that %&%* sound ridiculous to you too lol I had to chuckle while I was writing that. Have I ever met a woman who I wouldn't have sex with at least once ? SURE !!!!
but in each instance she was either:
a) old as hell,
b) unattractive as hell,
c) had some medical problem or
d) was a relative.
But hey I'm a heterosexual self proclaimed whore so maybe the rules are different for me I think the whole concept of Platonic friends is a myth a lie a scam (referring to heterosexual people) Lets first of all define PLATONIC FRIENDS "love (for one of the opposite sex) free of sensual desire" When mi read this definition it makes me think Plato was a @#$got
Make mi get this straight you love a girl but you have no desire for her That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life Males and females have a natural attraction, men when in contact with an attractive female naturally has specific urges. (naturally wah **** her) [read this] I already stated my reasons why I probably wouldn't sleep with a woman (at least once) but there are other reasons why a person would not sleep with a woman
But I ask myself if you would **** someone if you weren't in the current situation is your relationship really platonic? Ladies cut the bull%&%* you can't be that naive
You think he just likes to hang out with you right? He just enjoys helping you out doing those little odd jobs that you need done He just a great guy right evey time you call on him he is there
Try out this excersize:
Jokingly make a sexual advance to him and see how he responds
Just try it, What do you have to lose except the word 'platonic" from in front of the word "friend" I am going to go out on a limb and say they should change the meaning of Platonic to "****ING GAY" because no heterosexual man really wants just a Platonic female friend So Ladies all your platonic friends want to **** you and will if given the right opportunity Every single one (who is straight) WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFEE
viren wrote 1m, 3s ago: | like u want it in urs awa tweety? |
Dj Tweety wrote 1m, 7s ago: | U A DEFEND THE MAN LIKE A U A FOOK HIM |
Dj Tweety wrote 1m, 20s ago: | VIREN GET A PLUNGER & TEK VUBZZONE KOKY OUTA U MOUT CORNER |
After some thought...I have to say I agree with the Broadcast Commission for banning Daggarin tunes...These "stabbin" tunes may get one high on fantasy but they are no good for the industry...I say ban dem...ban dem all and done! Here are my reasons:
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In concluding I say we we support the Jamaican Broadcasting Commission in their stance against "Daggarin" tunes and against artistes who have nothing better to do than fill the airwaves with vulgarity...
Please lend your support by commenting to this post.
Do you really agree that cyber lust or sex is cheating...after all both parties could be thousands of miles away!
HERE IS SOME LINES THAT I WROTE, I WOULD BE GLAD TO SEE WHAT UNNO THINK BOUT ...
I WAS BORN IN THE GHETTO WITH THE THUGS & THE HUSTLE
WE HATE THE COPS BUT WE RATE THE RIFLE
ME DEAL WITH THE GLOCK & PAR WITH THE STRUGGLE
IF A ***** WAH FI HOLD MI COK,MI BUSS DI NOZZLE
MI KILL DEM AT NINE O CLOCK & SO ME STOP THE QUARELL
NO MAN CYAN POKE ME OUT & PUT ME BEHIND THE BARRELL
NO GAL CYAN LOCK ME DOWN & MEK ME FEEL SEH MI CRIPPLE
MI WAH DI GAL DEM A WADDLE & WABBLE & WAGGLE
YEAH MI AFFI CHIL , TEK A BREAK FI THE WORK WEH MI HANDLE
& IF YOU WANT CRUSH DI ROAD
YOU FI CROSS DI CROWD
& GO CATCH DI CROWN
MAKE YOU MOMY PROUD
BUSS FI YOU OWN
NEVER LEAVE YOUR GOALS
BURRY IN YOUR HOUSE
CAUZ THE LIFE WEH U CHOOSE NUH FI TUN IN THE THINGS WEH U FI LOOSE
YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT IM A COPKILLA
DID U EVER SEE ME AN ME MACK 11 CROWD KILLA
MI NUH RAMP WITH COKE ADDIKT & WITH NUH COLD KILLA
DI GUARD DOGS DEM WUDA BARK IF THEM WUDA BURGLE MI OWN VILLA
SEH U GETTIN WET WEH MI SQUEEZE DI TECK TRIGGA
SO U BETTA GWAN A BED , RUN GO REST U HEAD
CAUZ MI GUN DOG GONNA CHOP YOUR PUPPY FINGA
LISTEN TO THE HIGHBROW MUSIC
DANCEHALL BLEND WITH NARROW FRENSHIP
EVERYBODY MESS WITH SORROW, TAKE DRUGS FI DI QUICK
NOBODY HAS NO DOUGH , EVERYBODY GETTING WEAK
DI YOUT DEM GETTING CAUGHT UP IN DEPENDENT TRICK
& CARRY PON RUFFING THINGS & CUTTINGS WINGS
A DAT A LEAD DEM FI DO THE WORSE OR THE BADDIS SKIDS
MI NAH BEAM WITH PRIDE WHEN I WALK IN THE STREETS
THEM A GANG UP INA TRIBE WHEN I SETTLE DI BEEF
JAH JAH GIVE DEM A BLY WHEN DEM A HOLD DEM FAITH
JAH JAH HELP EVERYTIME FI MEK DEM FEEL A RELIEF
MAMA DIDNT TEACH RIGHT WHEN DEM CAME INTO BEING
NUH BADDA FOOL WITH FIGHT , JUST EAZE DEM GRIEF
DEM SHUDNT TAKE FRIGHT WEH MI CALL DEM FI DWEET
I WAS EXAUSTED BY THE LIFE SO I STRAYED FROM THE TOWN
WHEN ME SEE DI WHOLE A DI STRIKE , I STARDED STRIDING ALONG
DI POPULATION A STRIVE , TRYNA FIND FOOD FI EAT
DI GOVERMENT A BAIT & NUH STAND INA GOOD STEAD
ME VERSE DEM A FILL OUT YOUR DIRTY THOUGHTS &
DI WORDS DEM A SPILL OUT OF ME PLENTY MOUTH
Published: Sunday | January 17, 2010
In the days when BWIA used to fly to Haiti, I once sat next to a man who asked me to fill out his immigration form. François' occupation was painter, and as he was about to get off the flight, he gave me an unexpected gift - one of his paintings. I'd mistakenly assumed he was a house painter. To be honest, I thought the painting rather touristy. It was a landscape, with clouds, birds, trees and houses all lined up symmetrically. Only the people were out of order.
All the same, I was touched by the gesture. The painter's generosity far exceeded the small service I had rendered. It took me more than a decade to frame the painting which I'd dismissively set aside. I was amazed to see how the defining border transformed into vibrant art what I'd thought of as paint-by-numbers work. By investing in a frame, I'd decided that the painting was art. It makes you wonder about how perception is altered by the ways in which we frame reality.
Take, for instance, Pat Robertson's lunatic perspective on the catastrophic earthquake in Haiti. Founder and chairman of the Christian Broadcasting Network, Robertson, a former Republican candidate for the US presidency, makes Sarah Palin look like a 'bonafide' intellectual. In an interview on January 13, Robertson made a preposterous declaration:
"You know, Kristi, something happened a long time ago in Haiti and the people might not want to talk about it. They were under the heel of the French. Ah, you know, Napoleon III and whatever. And they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said we will serve you if you'll get us free from the French. True story. And so the devil said, 'OK, it's a deal.' And ah they kicked the French out. You know, the Haitians revolted and got themselves free. But ever since, they have been cursed by by one thing after the other."
Where do you start to unravel the knots of confusion? First of all, I just love that eloquent 'whatever.' Wikipedia defines the slang word as "an expression of (reluctant) agreement, indifference, or begrudging compliance." As used here by Robertson, 'whatever' signifies a total suspension of thought. The brutality of enslavement by the French is reduced to mindless indifference.
In Robertson's 'true story', the devil and the Haitian freedom fighters become one. The devil agrees to liberate the people. But in the next sentence, Robertson uses 'they': "and ah they kicked the French out." Is this 'they' the combined forces of the devil and the Haitian people? Or is Robertson unconsciously conceding that the people, moreso than the devil, had a hand (and a foot) in their emancipation? He does go on to say that "the Haitians revolted and got themselves free." But that rather peculiar turn of phrase, "got themselves free", takes us right back to the claim that freedom was a gift of the devil.
Furthermore, Robertson asserts that the price of devilish freedom is a curse. Here, this simple-minded Christian minister edges away from the lunatic fringe and right into the arms of more 'mainstream' analysts of the plight of the Haitian people: Had Haiti remained a colony of France, like the overseas departments of Martinique, Guadeloupe and French Guiana, how blessed the people would now be! But, no. The Haitian people dared to declare their independence. And just look at how pauperised they are.
It is still not widely known that Haiti was forced to pay 90 million gold francs in reparations to France for freedom. This vast sum is equivalent to more than US$21 billion today. Haiti had to borrow the money from French banks. Repayment of the reparations debt stretched out over decades and had a devastating impact on the Haitian economy. By the end of the 19th century, 80 per cent of Haiti's national budget was being spent on debt repayment and interest. Sounds like an IMF agreement, a truly devilish pact.
Haitians in Portmore
The US refused to recognise the new Haitian republic and imposed an embargo that lasted until 1862. In 1915, the US invaded Haiti to protect its economic interests and remained in occupation until 1934. Local Haitian leaders were no less predatory than foreign forces, as demonstrated in the truly terrifying reign of Papa and Baby Doc. But there was also the redemptive Aristide who affirmed social justice as an essential Christian principle. He was deposed in a military coup.
Crazy as Pat Robertson's explanation for last week's earthquake is, it's not that different from the account I got from a man who works in construction in my neighbourhood: "Is because of all a di gun dem weh di Haitian dem a bring inna Jamaica. Whole heap a AK47. Dem exchange di gun fi ganja." My attempt to reason with this man was in vain: "A through you don't know. Nuff Haitian inna Portmore."
This is a classic example of how other Caribbean people still demonise Haitians. We forget about our shared history. It was a Jamaican, Boukman Dutty, who spearheaded the Haitian Revolution. In August 1791, Boukman/Book Man, so named because he was literate, conducted a religious ceremony at Bois Caiman in which a freedom covenant was affirmed: Pat Robertson's 'pact to the devil.' Whatever.
When I think of Haiti, it's not poverty that first comes to mind. It's the magnificent art created by these resilient people. I know that out of the rubble of this earthquake, the Haitian people will rise yet again. And they don't need the help of the devil.
Carolyn Cooper is professor of literary and cultural studies at the University of the West Indies, Mona. Send feedback to: karokupa@gmail.com or columns@gleanerjm.com.
Intro:
Yaayy, A popcaan,
Nuh care who want leave empire,
Gaza forever,
Big up Jah Vinchi mi bredda, Addi mi father,
Yo Russian, Tun up mi voice,
Notnice some bwoy change like the weather,
Chorus:
The bwoy dem sell we out,
Wah dem dweet for, A coulda chicken or pizza,
Tell me, Why you do we that Peter,
You never tough like Lisa,
Dem sell we out, yeah ayyyy,
Dem dweet sah, uh,
Wah mek you do we that Peter,
Use mi, father fi get Visa
Verse 1:
Yeh, The likkle fool never real to the thing,
Deep inna him heart him bad mind the king,
A watch the man rose gold chain and ring,
And a dat gi him power a di song weh him sing,
Me see it say you bad mind from you born,
You nuh rate Jah Vinci, You nuh rate Shawn Storm,
Vex true the general sign Popcorn,
Mi cant believe the good wheat turn inna corn,
Chorus:
Dem sell we out,
Wah dem dweet for, A coulda chicken or pizza,
Tell me, Why you do we that Peter,
You never tough like Lisa,
Dem sell we out yeah ayyyy,
Dem dweet sah, uh,
Wah mek you do we that Peter,
Use mi, father fi get Visa
Verse 2:
Mi done tell you bout fake friend,
Him a one a dem,
Look how, Vybz kartel did honor them,
Ungrateful people a go sorry when,
Every youth a get rich and you broke again,
Jamaica mi born mi nah sell it out,
All when every country a bun it out,
Empire way, yeh no other route,
Gaza Mi say (gaza mi say, say)
Chorus:
The bwoy dem sell we out,
Wah dem dweet for, A coulda chicken or pizza,
Tell me, Why you do we that Peter,
You never tough like Lisa
Dem sell we out yeah ayyyy,
Dem dweet sah, uh,
Wah mek you do we that Peter,
Use mi, father fi get Visa,
Outro:
Yo Russian,
A popcaan,
Nuh care who want leave Empire,
Gaza forever,
Big up, Jah Vinchi mi bredda,
Addi mi father,
Notnice some bwoy change like the weather (the weather)