Freedom Day ~ This post is so ironic. There is a Freedom to practice your religion. No one is standing in your way. We are not trying to legislate against your church, or your mosque. Your Freedom of Speech is guaranteed on your Feed, everywhere. There is plenty of Freedom To... are you going to use your Freedom To... here... to make that point. We know it. We support it. There is also Freedom From... we, who object to the data wasting that you are engaging in by calling us back to an informative post, where we hope millimetres are being posted, over and over, so that you can emphasise your Freedom To... is more than exercising your Freedom To... We have asked that you stop. Politely. And you have turned it into Hating. That is gaslighting, not Christianity.
I don't agree. The systemic issues with hate crimes or plain violence are different. Just like murder is rarely a recidivist crime, rape is recidivist. By picking out the differences, treating perpetrators differently we can punish them for the correct amount of time. A guy who leaves a knife in a body he robbed should be punished differently from a man who leaves a toilet brush in a body he verbally assaulted and went home and bragged about - and his peers had a party over. These crimes are not equal. Although the collectible evidence may be. The perception of society that hate is more wrong than robbery, which it is, is also missing. law is not just for the perpetrator, it is also for the victim.
I have bi-racial hair
Pantene Pro-V waves on the top
Easy to style, comb, rock-
Until-I encounter my naps,
I’m not talking about those-cute detangle with the spray naps.
I’m talking about those, slave naps, like,
No comb, brush, or man can handle the kind of naps I got- like,
No way you are touching my hair-naps like
Back 10 feet up, or we can dance naps
Those naps like-
I have bi-racial hair,
Those smooth and silk rafts hanging all through my mane,
Until you get to the back, and encounter the jungle, in which you can find Tarzan and Jane.
In the front you forget and relax in the pleasure,
Until you get to the back and remember pain
Baby hair slicked back with that good 4 dollar pomade,
That goes with roots and tangles,
Soaked with that same olive oil; mixed with that spaghetti sauce momade.
I have bi-racial hair,
Combs run freely through my fine breezy, just to the part, the most you can make,
Until it gets to the back and
I have bi-raci…