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Every now-and-then, it's good to see someone that you can imagine being if you hadn't changed something about your life at some earlier period in time. Well, I had one of these "reality checks". I thank almighty Allah that, after 15 years (from age 15 to 30), I quit smoking reefer (not counting a few "slip-ups).

I recently saw a brother I used to smoke reefer with. His eyes were so bloodshot that I almost slammed on my brakes, thinking he was a traffic light that had turned red. He's just as smart and articulate (in a street kind of way, like I once was ) as he used to be. However, not a damn thing has changed about him, for better or worse. So if there is an argument for not smoking weed, aside from the carcinogens it contains, it ZAPS motivation.

I have to say that reefer is the greatest afrodesiac, ever. It contributes to the economy; who do you think buys up most potato chips, visine, and those meat things made out of cow tongues? And if you need a good laugh, oh boy.

I was once riding along a country road, and the group of guys I was riding with were smoking reefer. I held my breath until they finished. Then, we happened to see some cows that had broken out of a pasture. Guess what? Instead of running off into the wild, blue yonder, those big fools stood OUTSIDE the fence, and stuck their heads back into the damn pasture to eat.

I must have laughed at those dumb cows for a week straight. I made sure that every teacher in "get-high" school heard about that experience. All the teachers smoked weed, so telling them the full story was fun.

Anyway, oh, I just thought about something else. When I was in college, a weed-smoking, slack roomate, who successfully tempted me to smoke some "kind bud" on two occasions, left his bedroom door open. In the middle of the floor was the biggest damn pile of drawls (underwear) that I'd ever seen. It looked like one of those African termite mounds. When asked for an explanation, this fellow physics major explained that when he ran out of dirty underwear, instead of washing the dirty underwear, he'd just go out and buy new underwear. After a while, all of those drawrrls stacked up.

The first night I saw this, I thought I was going to have to go to the emergency room for laughing too hard. Even the damn dog and cat we kept looked like they were laughing at that big ass pile of underwear (or laughing at me).

Finally, dude put the dirty drawls in the washing machine. Problem was that dude didn't bother to get the wet drawers out of the washing machine for a couple of days. They molded the fuck up, and he ended up rewashing the underwear, TWICE.

Once again, I negotiated going to the hospital.

If you smoke weed, please, be wary of subtly becoming a person with low motivation. Luckily, we can learn from observation, rather than experience. Just look at the lack of motivation some weed smokers have. A real possibility exists that you MAY look back one day and wish you had used some incentive to do great things.

Thanks kindly for reading these few words,

George Malik al-Mahdi

http://undergroundrailroadtofreedom.blogspot.com/

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The time has come for me to relax a little, and have some fun.

Most of the creatures that call Earth "home" have a diet that they have
a particular affinity towards. Exceptions are made during rare
instances where drought, sickness, or starvation threaten them with hunger
pains, and eventual death.There are two creatures, however, that seem to
go out of their way to sample, taste, and eat literally anything.

Because these two creatures eat filth, it should be no surprise that
they are two of the filthiest animals occupying the earth.Additionally,
animal number (1) LOVES to eat animal number (2). Animal number two is
the infamous swine, the filthy, prehistoric half rat, half possum that
we call "hogs." Now, if animal number two is so bad, and it is devoured
regularly by animal number one (which you all know refers to we
humans), then what does this say about us????????

Now, let's examine some of the things we humans sample, and eat, not
cause we need to, but because we're hogs, and we WANT to eat everything
that moves. If we could fly, we'd give buzzards good competition. If we
were two inches tall, we'd put the rats and roaches out of business.

Let's see, the rich white folks are fond of "escargo" (which negros
call "snails"), and "caviar", which we nigros call "fish eggs." During
slavery, white folks gave us what was left of the hogs they ate, and we
made all sorts of goodies out of them: hog balls (don't get you specs,
you read correctly). The white folks call them "mountain oysters." The
gave us the guts, and made us feel special by saying we were getting
"chitterlings." Then, there are scorpions, grasshoppers, get my drift?

Ohhhhh, I'd never eat any of those..................and soon as nobody
is looking, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp away we go, until our jaws are
sore, and our cheeks need a Ben-Gay rub.Science has recently proven that
our first cousin, the pig, has flesh that has a higher nitrite content
than other meats. I don't remember what nitrites do (I strongly expect
that they're bad for the heart and coronary arteries), but to all you
non-Muslims...................

Ahhhhhhh haaaaaaaaaa! We told you so.

Now, you may finish eating that hotdog in peace. I can hear it oinking
in your intestines.

George Malik al-Mahdi
http://undergroundrailroadtribalalliance.blogspot.com/

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For the past 20 something years, starting with Nancy Reagan's "Just say
no", dreamworld nonsense, a "War on drugs" has been declared by the
U.S. government; So says the U.S. government.

However, the so-called "War on drugs", surprisingly, turned out to be a
"War on impoverished, minority and poor white communities. The U.S.
borders are wide open, and BILLIONS of dollars admittedly being made by
"someone", yet the guy on the corner, with over $1,000 dollars worth of
crack cocaine are the ones going down the road for 30 years. I didn't
read this in some book; I have friends that are rotting in jail for
doing what C.I.A. officials do frequently at parties.

Oh, so you've already forgotten how C.I.A. operatives reportedly had
COCAINE and prostitutes at parties where high stakes poker games were
played, and business discussed. Do your research, and make me out to be a
liar. Liars get sued for slander, but since I'm telling the truth, as
always, I'm not losing ANY sleep tonight. By the way, where would C.I.A.
operatives get cocaine? From the Washington, D.C. ghetto? I don't
think so.

Anyway, there's more current, damning evidence that the so-called "War
on drugs" is a big joke. In Afghanistan, the opium poppy crop is
BOOMING. The troops in Afghanistan know EXACTLY where the poppies are.
Wouldn't a government, that's already supposedly fighting a "War on
terrorism" destroy the opium poppies, which are converted to heroin, and fuel
domestic terrorism by street gangs in Amerikkka?

Well, in case you wondered, George Bush hasn't dropped as much as a
firecracker on the opium poppies, much less bombs that would wipe out the
crops. Why? Because the criminals at the top, especially in police
departments, have too much to lose.

Police departments allow drug dealers to accumulate what they feel is
their full economic worth. Then a bust is made. A "nigger" is taken off
the streets, but more importantly, SEIZURES OF CASH AND PROPERTY WORTH
TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS ARE MADE. We've all seen the auctions of
cars "seized from drug dealers" being advertised in newspapers.

Additionally, the drug addict population remains constant, and their
arrest for petty crimes lands them in local, city jails. These jails
offer them reduced sentences in exchange for their free labor. The slave
master's children are making their ancestors proud. Free labor done by
inmates decreases the costs of city maintenance fees, and tax cuts for
the rich crackers can more easily be delivered by local politicians.

This is how the south works. Correction, this is how the victims of the
"War on drugs" work, and provide free labor for today's slave master.

So, let the poppies continue to grow, Mr. Bush.

We understand, dude. We understand.

George Malik al-Mahdi
Founder/International Representative
THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD TRIBAL ALLIANCE
http://undergroundrailroadtribalalliance.blogspot.com/

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Due to the recent, untimely death of Anna Nicole Smith, the
time is ripe to discuss how drugs slowly, but ALWAYS surely, destroy
the people who use them.

Before discussing how drugs destroy human life, a brief summary about
what constitutes a living thing is due. We'd all agree that living
things have bodies, but sometimes we fall short of recognizing that not
every living thing lives in a body that is its own. Some things, such as
viruses, do not become "real" living entities until they find a host.
Once they've entered a host, they take on some of the characteristics of
the host (to the detriment of the host).

Viruses have individual biochemicals properties, therefore, they
displace different characteristics within a living host, like any other
population. Some are stronger than others. Some live longer than others.
Some are messy. Some are quite clean, quiet, and their presence is hardly
noticed, at first. However, regardless of origen, they all have the
same agenda; to steal, kill, and destroy the host, so that they may live.

There's no such a partition in existence that gives rise to a "living"
vs. "non-living" world. Life goes in cycles. This rule applies to
drugs, also. They are cyclical in that they go through active and dormant
stages. They're dormant in plastic baggy's, and they spring to life
inside a body.

Another notable thing about drugs is that they are notoriously jealous
personalities. What are they jealous of? Anything that gives you joy in
life. If something gives you enough joy in life, you'll ignore drugs,
because you don't need them to make your life interesting. If a drug
has to compete with your spouse, or family member, or children, or your
own health, it will do so until it destroys them. After it destroys
them, destroying you is a downhill task.

In truth, a drug wan'ts more than your undivided attention; it wants to
be loved by you. It wants you to sacrifice EVERYTHING for it,
including your soul. If someone ever says something about vampires being "make
believe" in your presence, say b###@@@@....beeswax!

Here's another perspective. If someone were to roll a wheelchair up to
you, and in that wheelchair was one who'd taught many people to be
wise, but now they lacked arms, legs, sight, hearing, or the ability to
talk, what would you call this person?

A book.

Life=Information. Period. The vessels through which information travels
differ, but living things share some common characteristics, many of
which are evil. Have you ever met a drug addicted person that was NOT
also a great liar? Once in a person, drugs constantly tell a user so many
lies that, over time, the user begins to believe that the lie being
told is the truth. Then, they begin to tell others what drugs have
convinced them to be the truth. "Man, I'm not a big-enough fool to let this
stuff ruin my life." "I have a family, this, that, and the other."

The sad thing is that they really mean what they say, but drugs are the
ultimate deceivers. No drug addict is as smart as the drug they're
addicted to; the drugs just allow addicts to think they're the horse
pulling the cart, when, in reality, things are the other way around.

Drugs cannot live within a culture without destroying a sizable number
of people within the culture. You don't have to use drugs to be
destroyed by them. The users are not the ones, usually, who go "down the road"
for 10, 15, 25 years.......................to life. For every user who
physically hurts someone, at least twice as many dealers hurt (or have
someone hurt) a person who owes them money.

Drugs corrupt police departments. Remember how the authorities said
(regarding poor Anna), "at this time, the investigation is still ongoing."
What you have to realize is that all of these small islands are
nothing but fronts for foreign millionares caught-up in the drug trade. The
police are just giving the shadowy characters time to get their stories
together, and enough time to approach them with "hush money."

This is what really happened in the Natalie Holloway case. I'm one of
the few people who thinks she's still alive. By now, however, she's so
drugged out that she wouldn't return if she had the chance. It's called
sex slavery. If you think is easy smuggling Mexicans INTO the U.S.,
think about how easy it would be for someone to smuggle a couple of
blondes OUT of the U.S., inside of someone's trunk. Blondes sell for about
$10,000.00 each in Africa and the Middle East.

So, my friends, if you want to ruin you life, it's not hard. It's fun
in the beginning, whether you're a user or a dealer. You'll both find
yourself constantly "flying" to new destinations, mental destinations for
some; physical destinations for others. You'll meet some of the most
evil people you'll ever wan't to come close to. The trade-off for all
the fun, however, is early death.

Leave drugs alone. You never will be more clever than they are, but
they cannot use you like a dirty mop unless YOU choose to let them do so.

The greatest high is clean living, and the acquisition of REAL
knowledge. Pursue those things, and you'll have more than the drug user, or
dealer, EVER will.

George Malik al-Mahdi
http://undergroundrailroadtribalalliance.blogspot.com/

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 I can only remember my dad beating me twice and both times, in my opinion, undeservedly. One was when he thought I messed up his TV the other was when he thought I lied, something he detested so much.
There must have been some minor beatings in between but those are the two heavy ones I can remember. Maybe they are not heavy; I probably retain both incidents in my mind because of the injustice.
What I do remember quite clearly is the fact that he would make us spread our hands, just like when Jesus was crucified, and would be watching to make sure they didn’t come down too low for some relief. Anytime the hands dropped we were sternly instructed to take them back up.

My mom did not really have time to give us extended discipline like Dad did; she would slap you with her palm, hit you with some objects she could readily lay her hands on and stuff like that. She hit on us, not as intense as dad did but more often than dad

We were beaten for various offences ranging from lying to leaving the house without informing them of where we were going, which sometimes was to play football, table tennis or just to hang out with our friends. For the benefit of American readers football in this case is what you call soccer and table tennis is ping pong, I just feel more comfortable calling them what I did because I believe those terms are more appropriate, that is a topic for another day.
Another thing that was big on the “don’t do” lists of my parents is disrespect. Something that I still have going today. If someone is older than you where I come from you don’t call them names without a prefix such as “brother” “sister” sounds like broda and sista.
Naturally, having gone through life trained by my parents I am big on respect too and I have no qualms addressing anyone as broda or sista or saying sir to anyone and I personally do not see that as a big deal.
I witnessed a lot of guys who would fight with their older brothers or sisters, using bottles in some instances, that never happened in my house, not one incident that I can remember. The one that I follow in terms of hierarchy is a female and once I fought with her, I was beaten and made to call her sista Funke from thereon, I still call her that and I enjoy doing so and I feel some sense of pride that I respect my sister that much. There’s nothing wrong in being humble.
My dad had 11 children, one died before I was born so there were ten of us left. Now if you ask me if that discipline made us richer or more successful than other children, the answer is no, did it make us better individuals in the sense of not having trouble with the law and not doing anything that will bring shame to our parents’ name, I will say yes.
I am not saying we turned out to be angels, some of us smoked, some of us had kids before graduating from high school and some of us had one or two stints with the law, but over all I can tell you categorically that we did fine.
Now am I saying corporal punishment is the only answer to making your children turn out to be good citizens? The answer is no, it is not the only way to make children better adults. Is the absence of corporal punishment in the best interest of the child? My answer to that question will also be no. Should state interfere in the upbringing of children by their parents? My answer will be to some extent.
You may call me an animal or a brute or uncivilized, whatever name catches your fancy will be ok with me but I want to make a categorical statement here, I support, 100%, disciplining your kids when it is obvious a very strong statement needed to be made and I believe the state has no right whatsoever to interfere where the punishment is not over the board.
I believe in it so much that I started dated the mother of my children simply because she believed in it too and her predecessors, in terms of my affection that is, seem pretty easy, I didn’t want anyone that feels like slightly touching the kids to punish them is wrong. That is how big it is with me.
Why do I believe in punishing the kids? Because it is natural, so natural the bible endorses it:

Proverbs 13:24 (King James Version)

He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.
Proverbs 19:18 (King James Version)
Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let not thy soul spare for his crying.
Proverbs 22:15 (King James Version)
Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him.
Proverbs 23:13 (King James Version)
Withhold not correction from the child: for if thou beatest him with the rod, he shall not die.
Proverbs 23:14 (King James Version)
14Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell.
Proverbs 29:15 (King James Version)
The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame.
Hebrews 12:6-7 (King James Version)
6For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.
 7If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?

 

Now someone who claimed to be a Christian and who do not see wisdom in these verses needs to examine his or her faith.
I read an article by someone who said when his dad was beating him, at a stage he held the belt he was being beaten with and told his dad “there is a limit to my endurance” then he walked away. I wonder what would have happened if his dad had gone after him and give him more beatings, would he have fought his dad? I guess that would have been so very civilized.
Having said that, I am not saying that cutting the child with razor and putting peppers on his/her skin like a Nigerian lecturer was alleged to have done is proper, if you ask me that was absolutely crazy, but normal spanking for an obvious wrong, in my book, can never be wrong.
I should like to say that the state itself is hypocritical in the sense that the state recognizes the fact that an offensive act must be punished, including something that is as harmless as not obeying speed limit. Just ask yourself, how many people will desist from breaking the law if the offensive conduct is not sanctioned either by a fine or some time in prison?
If corporal punishment is wrong what makes locking a human being in a cage like an animal right?
In conclusion, I will leave you with the video of Dr. Julia Hare. I do not agree with her conclusion in the sense that she says not punishing the kids was aimed against blacks and should be resisted. The law affects anyone that breaks it, be he/she black, white or yellow. Unless it is apparently excessive, I don’t think punishing one’s child should be the government’s business because when that child turns out bad the government will not hesitate to put him/her in prison.

 

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