The sexiest thing about this pic is that they are FUNNY
Well, dang. Get it Ladies.
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The sexiest thing about this pic is that they are FUNNY
Well, dang. Get it Ladies.
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she is so beautiful, i love black diversity
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Deliberately setting aside the controversies of the war, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial honors the men and women who served when their Nation called upon them. The Memorial is a unit of National Mall and Memorial Parks. This world famous memorial stands prominently on the National Mall just northeast of the Lincoln Memorial.
On this Memorial Day, we honor the men and women in uniform who have died in service our country.
Photo: Wei Sun, National Parks Service
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Groin. Go for the groin. However you please. Aim for the groin.
I’d choose a punch in the back of my head to a hard flick with a single finger to my genitals.
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1/2 part Black, 1/2 part Chicana. Dash of snark, sprinkle of sugar, splash of naivete, topped with a twist of nerdiness. Usually shaken and on the rocks.
So I’m on Twitter, right? 80% of the time I’m on Negro Twitter. Don’t laugh, its a thing. Read somewhere that something like 27% of african american adults between the ages of 13 and 35 are on Twitter. Let that sink in. So its really huge and yet really a small world. When I started, I ranted, raved and staned to my hearts content. Working at a non profit health org in DC, meant I tweeted a lot about international affairs, current events, foreign policy. Also food, feminism and of course, sports. My first followers were coworkers, other non profits, yelp peeps, and cousins. News bloggers, political cartoonists, and David Gergen soon followed. (Sadly, I lost him as a follower when I tweeted that Ann Coulter looked like a coke whore *sadface*) My avi was a cartoon character. I never felt stifled or like I was pandering. My looks didn’t matter, who I was didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was my brain and the news stories I put out there.
Fast forward three years and 400 followers later (not a lot, but to me it is) I still tweet about sports and love the sport fans I follow but everything else seems more social and less cerebral. My actual pic is up and I catch myself acting flirty a lot of times and my DMs… I don’t even want to talk about my DMs. I think I’ve made mistakes, which I realize is part of putting yourself out there but still. I have no desire to be a wanna be Twitter Honey. That’s just sad. I look at my own tweets and get ashamed sometimes. I just talking and not saying anything. I check myself to see if my followers would like something. I had a 12 year old follow me and have to curb what I say now. The fact that I have to curb myself when I was always family friendly before is just… heartbreaking. I think what scares me the most is that this change is not just on Twitter, but me as a person, my whole life. And that the change has not been progressive. The question is … have I lost my substance?
When your team is out of the playoffs and the thought of any of the other four teams contending actually winning the championship makes you want to punt a small child.
Never Forget by floacist
There has never been another large historical event that has it’s decedents be told to ‘get over’ than the ancestors’ of the enslavement of millions of Africans transported across the Atlantic.
There has never been such any formal set of reparations for the 300+ centuries of enslavement of Africans, and needless to say, there obviously never will be one. (As more time passes, its getting easier to ‘explain’ why reparations simply ‘cannot be made’).
I ponder this question often. How exactly can that be done? How can you get over what is your identity in the US? Your heritage? Get over your lineage? Get over your ancestry? Get over your great grandparents legacy? Get over the fact that you cannot trace your family tree than a few generations?
Hey, any tips guys? You have yet to give out any.
I know many of you like to imagine that the transatlantic slave trade took place thousands of years ago. On some B.C. or some shit. I know its comforting if you compare it to the slaves of the Romans, Greeks or the Hebrews in Egypt [okay, I’m just entertaining the idea that the Biblical story of Exodus is real for a moment] because its ancient history. Too bad it isn’t. There were still former slaves around in the 1940s. (That’s during the time of World War II, by the way. I’m certain no one forgets that).
It seems as though anything that involves Black suffering should either be swept under the rug, or that we must ‘move on’ from it. We should never acknowledge it. Anniversaries should never be mentioned. Just move on and pretend it never happened.
Any time one attempts to bring up slavery in any kind of discussion we are immediately silenced or disregarded; our tragedies don’t matter, they are dismissed whether it be because it was too long ago [slavery was abolished 150 years ago, but the violence and discrimination along with Jim Crow did not end until the 1970s] or trivialized (deflecting direct responsibility by pointing out that the Africans were selling the slaves to the Europeans, as if that holds any relevance. If not that, but ‘Arabs had African slaves too!’ or ‘Blacks were not the only slaves. White people were slaves too!’ And if not, then of course than ‘well none of you guys are slaves!’)
There is no end to the excuses made. Every time I feel like I’ve heard it all, I learn a new one. There is absolutely no acceptance of wrongdoings. Its not my fault, leave me alone. Stop trying to make me feel “guilty”.
I’ve even read about some disapproving openings of slave museum because it might spark ‘anger’. Why is the history of African enslavement the only event that has ever been censored? I mean its not like this country wasn’t built upon slavery, the free labor of African Americans or anything. But the abundance of Holocaust (an event that did not even occur in the states) museums are okay.
America is such an immature young country. Nobody whines as much as the United States when it comes to facing their own past crimes. In Germany the Nazi flag and salute are banned. You will get arrested. The Confederate flag? Still flying in some places (by the way guys, in case you forgot, you lost).
The fact that the first public apology for slavery did not occur until the late 1990s says it all. This alone makes statements like ‘I’m tired of apologizing for slavery!’ and ‘I’m tired of being punished!’ from White Americans laughable bullshit. You’ve never had to apologize for anything. Not slavery, not Jim Crow, not Tulsa, not Rosewood (an event that was kept secret and not revealed to the public until the 1980s) ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
For all the centuries worth of colonizing, raping, murdering, genocide, self hatred and torture they have done/brought upon other people of the earth, what is this constant ‘punishment’ you keep bringing up? Being made fun of as being bland in comedy stand ups?
What were the repercussions…not being able to freely do those racist things anymore? Not being able to ridicule, harass and/or humiliate black people as openly anymore?
I’d say you guys got off pretty fucking easy.THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep. I hate when people get upset and defensive when slavery’s brought up. The effect of it still exists today, and people have a right to talk about it. And if there’s some anger there, it is justified. Some just don’t know.
Forget everything that happened and move on!
#NEVERFORGET
He pasta way.
we cannoli do so much
his legacy will become a pizza history.
PASTA WAY. I CANT
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WHAT DOESNT KILL YOU MAKES YOU log onto tumblr.com and blog about your experience to your dedicated followers that truly understand your problems
Truth
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