<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499515005859608599</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:15:06.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Nation- A Child's View</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the Black Nation Through a Child's Eyes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Black Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10503609389638913623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499515005859608599.post-8165012179420516137</id><published>2007-11-03T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:22:23.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where It Came From:: "Shake Your Ass"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been a while, but I don't really care, as this is something I do when I am bored. But I feel I should notify you where certain elements of rap videos came from, and how it is keeping us in the "Modern Slavery", or as I have heard it been called, "White Supremacy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The element I shall call out first, the ass shaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back in the time of slavery, in the slave markets, they raised little black girls, or as thy called them, "Nigresses", to pleasure the "Mastah", by dancing and seduction. The dancing consisted of shaking the behind, as quote a trainer from the movie Goodbye Uncle Tom, "Stop shaking your shoulders and &lt;strong&gt;shake your &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some Short Related Info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. In those same slave markets, they raised little boys to be homosexual for Mastahs that liked the opposite gender, which sold for about 3000 in money at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Slaves with large, ahem, 'attributes', were sold for more money or kept as prized possessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499515005859608599-8165012179420516137?l=theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/feeds/8165012179420516137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499515005859608599&amp;postID=8165012179420516137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/8165012179420516137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/8165012179420516137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-it-came-from-shake-your-ass.html' title='Where It Came From:: &quot;Shake Your Ass&quot;'/><author><name>Black Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10503609389638913623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499515005859608599.post-284909121041271162</id><published>2007-08-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:55:46.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rant On Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello, everyone. I hope you're day is not usual. Sorry for not posting anything, but school started, and I hate it. The kids are as mean as ever, teachers laying on the class work and hallways rowdy. Nothing special. Anyway, I found something interesting at a bookstore in GA called Shrine of the Black Madonna... It was next to the usual Saturday black meeting... It had a Black Holocaust exhibit, where I read this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lest We Forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We shall never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How you came into our villages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like thieves in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Plotting in your greed to do us harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How you tricked our people into betraying one another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How you decived us with your flashy trinkets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And your phony GOD... We will remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, we must not forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The millions of lives that were lost at your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The blood that was spilled at your pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The devious manner in which you exploited our hospitable nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disrupting the of our sacred civilized culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How you raped our mother-- Africa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then dared to laugh at her shame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We will ALWAYS remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No lapse in time will help us forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will amend the sorrow you caused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will forgive the destruction you reaped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The way you captured us, like savage hunters after wild game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Splitting up our families, dragging us in chains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Packing us on cramped slave ships,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scattering us to distant places far from familiar shores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leaving others behind to wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In agony and bewilderment--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What have we done to deserve this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forever, we will remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our souls will not let us forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How they turned us into a non-people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erasng ALL memories, all links to our identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forcing us to work, and to slave for your profit and glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For your selfishness and gain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eternally, we will remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your evilness, your wicked, inhuman ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we will warn our children, and their children for generations to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It will be remembered... Because as long as we remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It will never happen again!&lt;br /&gt;LEST WE FORGET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the kind of poem that makes you think, you know? The kind that makes you want to look into more about the slavery and such. But there is one flaw, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote, "It will be remembered... Because as long as we remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never happen again!" Unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what the person didn't realize is that we are in another form of slavery, but slavery none the less. You see, when black kids are born, most of them are boys. By 12 years old, the girls out populate the boys. Why? Because white folks are arresting them. Black males are the ones that are aimmed at, for example, a white woman can sleep with a black man willingly, then the next day goes in with her amazing acting talents with tears streaming down her face, saying, "Oh god! He just came out with a gun, telling me to take off my clothes and etc, etc, etc." Something to that effect. And you know what? They'll believe her. Its fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the white people watching? ATL? BET? Or are they just listening to some faggot black guy that has no shame or dignity, talking about 'Gangstas', 'Pimps', and 'Playas'? I say D- All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Black Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499515005859608599-284909121041271162?l=theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/feeds/284909121041271162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499515005859608599&amp;postID=284909121041271162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/284909121041271162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/284909121041271162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/2007/08/rant-on-racism.html' title='A Rant On Racism'/><author><name>Black Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10503609389638913623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499515005859608599.post-7691381673235392621</id><published>2007-05-25T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:36:40.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of the Black School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Today is the last day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;! GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE! But this isn't the reason why I'm posting this. Today was the last day, &amp; it started at the last period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was this boy who pushed everyone for no reason.   When he got to me, I yelled at him. "What the hell is your problem?"  So he called me a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My teacher, Mrs....... looked up and said. "Boy, when she beats the hell out of you, I'm not gonna say anything." He laughed, until my fist collided with his jaw. That felt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He dropped hard up and looked up, a bit of blood coming from the side of his mouth. "Mrs. ......." He whined like a baby. She just gave him the 'I told you' look, and then everybody started to beat him up. "This is for stealing my money!" One boy said.   Then my best friend came up, she, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;, cracked his nuts.... "That's for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;breakin&lt;/span&gt; my glasses you B***H!" Now as funny as this is, there is a reason for me putting it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you see how quickly these days black kids attack another black kid when he gets knocked down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Though I'm not exactly taking his side, because I was enjoying it.  It is still wrong. How low can we go?  Really I don't want to find out.  We are becoming cowards, only fighting in a group, not that fighting is good, anyway. We are so dumb.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Actin&lt;/span&gt; all high 'n mighty and at the end of the day, we don't do anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not by ourselves, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I did join them in the all famous beating of that boy, whose face will never be same, nor will his teeth, and now I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;criticizing&lt;/span&gt; us, but hey, I'm not an angel. I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; telling the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499515005859608599-7691381673235392621?l=theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/feeds/7691381673235392621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499515005859608599&amp;postID=7691381673235392621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/7691381673235392621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/7691381673235392621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-of-black-school.html' title='Last Day of the Black School'/><author><name>Black Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10503609389638913623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499515005859608599.post-9158530654020207660</id><published>2007-05-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:46:42.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival of Black Degradation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey everyone, sorry for the REALLY late update. I really didn't feel inspiration, until today, when I saw the most degrading thing at school... If you don't like rants, oh well. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;likey&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;readie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was the school carnival, music blaring and rides everywhere, and everyone was having a good time, except me. I was having fun until they started playing Superman and Pop, Lock, and Drop It. I was walking around, eating my favorite carnival treat, cotton candy, until the dance contest started. Pop, Lock, and Drop It was playing, and girls were dancing to it. Heck, even the teachers were doing it! Yes, the teachers. I thought they were supposed to teach how to do academics, not how to be a stripper! So everyone while was 'Popping', 'Locking' and 'Dropping', I was watching my language arts teacher doing the Superman. It was degrading, and the principal was right there! Seriously, something is wrong with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now the music, that was the worst. They played the full version of them, cuss words and all. Teachers and students alike were singing to them, and I was so ashamed. But the rappers, are they high or something? I mean, where do these guys come from? And what the heck are they smoking? I think the world would be a better place if they weren't there, or at least not add cuss words, drugs, money &amp; whores in their songs. I thought Georgia was the Bible Belt, not the Gangster Belt. I mean, how can people be gangsters, &amp;amp; worship God at the same time? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;saying your Jewish, but your a strict Muslim. Oh, and I don't buy that stuff about "Hey, I only believe in some parts, so that makes it okay to bust up a man." And "I did it for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brothas&lt;/span&gt;. I gotta represent, ya know? God understand." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; B.S! You don't have to 'represent', and if I was God, I sure wouldn't understand. And if you think that just cause you don't believe in all of the bible makes you able to kill a man, then you must be stoned off your rocker. That would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;be like saying, your a vegetarian, but you eat beef. ITS STILL MEAT PEOPLE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jeez&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that was better. Its good to release frustration through some good writing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; another thing! (Uh oh, I got started again...) Black kids really need to control their tempers, because there are about two fights a day! Discipline people, discipline! And what's with the yo mama stuff? As funny as it is, why must we talk about the woman who spent nine months of pain &amp; dizzy spells to get you out of her stomach and into the world? And while we are on the subject of jokes, did you hear black jokes? They are based on the ghetto, where the said ghetto people stand out. I mean, like "Why don't black people like country music? Cause when ever they say 'Hoe Down', they think someone shot their sister." And "You know how we know Adam and Eve weren't black? Well, did you ever try taking a rib from a black guy?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; funny. Funny, but degrading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I am finally done. Not bad for a kid in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grade, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499515005859608599-9158530654020207660?l=theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/feeds/9158530654020207660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499515005859608599&amp;postID=9158530654020207660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/9158530654020207660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/9158530654020207660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/2007/05/carnival-of-black-degradtion.html' title='Carnival of Black Degradation'/><author><name>Black Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10503609389638913623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499515005859608599.post-5276774786169545774</id><published>2007-03-22T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:45:31.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my first blog. It doesn't matter if you like it or not. If you don't like it, stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a child's view on the black nation. This blog will describe the black school, the changes, &amp;amp; how far the generations are falling in a 12 year&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt; old's&lt;/span&gt; eyes. I hope people learn that they have to make sure they're kids don't fall, because when they land, its gonna hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499515005859608599-5276774786169545774?l=theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/feeds/5276774786169545774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499515005859608599&amp;postID=5276774786169545774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/5276774786169545774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/5276774786169545774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/2007/03/gangster-wrap.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Black Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10503609389638913623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499515005859608599.post-6620699255466435771</id><published>2007-03-22T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:44:40.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;First, I wish to state my opinion on the fellow kids in the black schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;why black kids want to be gangsters, players, pimps, etc. They can't see that no one really lives like that, only a few nut jobs. But because they stand out, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; people are hard to see. Another problem is the music. Because the beat is good, the lyrics don't really matter. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that the lyrics are sending messages to you subconscious, making you think that you can do certain things it says they can do. Seriously, I heard one boy on our bus saying he was gonna be a drug dealer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is one of the problems for black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;. The white people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;labeling&lt;/span&gt; black people dangerous &amp; destructive because they only see the gangster wanna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Be's&lt;/span&gt;. Parents, please, &amp;amp; I mean PLEASE, try to get your kids to stop being gangsters. Most of those nut jobs end up dead. They don't even get a good education, dropping out of high school or middle school. Thus, we need to get the kids on the right road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Another thing. Every generation is getting weaker physically, &amp; stronger vocally. I should know. I have been hit and been in a few fights. None of those hits had hurt much. But the things that come out of they're mouths are horrible. Thus, the phrase &lt;em&gt;the bark is worse than the bite&lt;/em&gt;, comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why are the black generations coming to an end like this? Simple. Because of influence. Music, books, TV, commercials, posters, stores, almost everything.  So please, parents, try to stop your kids from falling. As I put in the intro, when they land, its gonna hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499515005859608599-6620699255466435771?l=theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/feeds/6620699255466435771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499515005859608599&amp;postID=6620699255466435771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/6620699255466435771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/6620699255466435771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/2007/03/black-school.html' title='The Black School'/><author><name>Black Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10503609389638913623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499515005859608599.post-3925135253404247214</id><published>2007-03-22T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:43:58.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangster Wrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No, the title is not a pun. I consider the music business to be a python. It keeps wrapping around the black artist until they expire. These are the steps. And yes, I do know how the music business works, even though I'm 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. The python[The manger/agent/producer] searches for some talent, or good looking people for it's prey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. After finding a mouse[the artist], the python slowly slithers its way to the mouse's mind, using compliments, mind games &amp; filling the mouse's head with illusions of money &amp;amp; fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. After the mouse agrees, the mouse goes on a tour, getting fame, money, women, etc. It doesn't know is that it's being cheated, Most of the money goes to the python, while the mouse goes bankrupt without it's knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4. After the mouse finds its bankrupt, &amp; that the python won't help, it goes into either depression, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extreme&lt;/span&gt; anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Now there are two parts of this step. If the mouse is depressed, it will start taking drugs, until it have an over dose &amp; expire. Or, if the mouse becomes angry, it will take a gun a bust something up. If the mouse kill someone, they they are executed. If it doesn't, it will most likely have life in prison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;These steps are the usual out comes of a python's hunt. Some mice outcome's are different, but this is the main thing. If you have a different opinion, oh well. This is my point of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499515005859608599-3925135253404247214?l=theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/feeds/3925135253404247214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499515005859608599&amp;postID=3925135253404247214&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/3925135253404247214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499515005859608599/posts/default/3925135253404247214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacknation-achildsview.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-my-first-blog.html' title='Gangster Wrap'/><author><name>Black Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10503609389638913623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
