There's a point in your life
when you get tired
of chasing everyone &
try to fix everything...

But it's not giving up,
it's realizing
that you don't need
certain people, the bullshit
& the drama they bring.

Racists?

Perhaps we should get rid of the term 'racist' all together and just live our lives...
Michael Richards better known as Kramer from tv's Seinfeld.
This was his defense speech in court after making racial comments in his comedy act.
He makes some very interesting points.
Proud To Be White Someone finally said it.
How many are actually paying attention to this?
There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, etc.
And then there are just Americans.
You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction.
You Call me 'White boy,' 'Cracker,' 'Honkey,' 'Whitey,' 'Caveman' ... and that's OK.
But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towel head, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink ... You call me a racist.
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
You have the United Negro College Fund.
You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Black History Month.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Yom Hashoah.
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi.
You have the NAACP.
You have BET.
If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) we'd be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day, you would call us racists.
If we had White History Month , we'd be racists.
If we had any organization for only whites to 'advance' OUR lives we'd be racists.
We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that?
A white woman could not be in the Miss Black American pageant, but any colour can be in the Miss America pageant.
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships you know we'd be racists.
There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US. Yet if there were 'White colleges' THAT would be a racist college.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights.
If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it.
But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.
You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.
I am proud. But you call me a racist. Why is it that only whites can be racists?

Raver's Manifesto

Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy.

Our nourishment of choice is Love.

Our addiction of choice is technology.

Our religion of choice is music.

Our currency of choice is knowledge.

Our politics of choice is none.

Our society of choice is utopian.

Drop me a line if it will ever be :) !

You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us.

You may be unaware of our existence.

We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you.

We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts.

We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.

We were first drawn by the sound.

From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.

We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all the same.

We came to accept that we are all equal.

Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.

And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits.

Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world.

It is in that very instant, with these very realizations that each of us was truly born.

We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.

Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.

In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us.

We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind.

We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.

Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible.

Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.

Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourishing ourselves with our own capable hands.

Programming that tells us to close our mind, instead of opening for clarity in realization.Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of the world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.

Our enemy of choice is ignorance.

Our weapon of choice is information.

Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.

But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.

You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think.

The music will never stop.

The heartbeat will never fade.

The party will never end.

~ Freedom ~

There is still lots to figure out and will always be ...

Por algo se empieza..

Y luego de mil intentos en vano de querer sacar en forma de palabras al menos algunos de los pensamientos que habitan mi mente, aqui estoy, decidida a empezar de una vez, sin dar mas vueltas.

No logro comprender por que uno hace cosas que después odia ver en los demás.. me pasa con eso de ser vueltera, de querer hacer algo y meditarlo hasta meses antes de llevarlo a cabo o incluso no hacerlo nunca..

Hace mil que queria tener MI espacio para escribir todas las boludeces que tenga ganas de escribir, y no lo hacia por distintos tipos de "miedos" (que nadie lo lea, que todos lo lean, que no les guste lo que digo, que yo misma lo lea en un tiempo y me parezca zarpadamente estupido, etc etc)

Well, it's enough..

Al ke le gusta bien, y al ke no?

SE CURTE!!!!