Well, well, well somebody doesn't take to kindly to expressive posting.
It is hard to keep a post on Syracuse.com with all of the deleters erasing the truth.
It doesn't matter whether the babymakers are white or black or inbetween, it is time to talk about the real and all of the reality that goes with it. Too many babies being born to people that can not spell the words r-e-s-p-o-n-s-i-b-l-e p-a-r-e-n-t-s. They can spell w-e-l-f-a-r-e and all of the other government sponsered gifts. These same breeders can take some of those vowels and turn a normal name into something ghetto fabulous.
Less effort on sex, crime and a good time and more effort on commitment, hard work and getting there on time.
Thank you Grace123, HD4Mark, Story, calmnsense. For all the rest here is an instant replay of the real deal:
What employer in their right mind is not going to stereotype someone named "Zakia" or "Shalee" or "Clintesha"? Clintesha is only two years old and already I'm biased and I don't want to be.
Why bring more negativity into your life by making a laughingstock out of your child(ren) with made up names that require a subscription to "Hooked on Ebonics"? Why do they do it? For the attention—no matter how stupid it may be. Make up some fool name, with the craziest spelling imaginable and now people are talking about you.
Just like the pregnancies.
Are you having a baby to nurture and love it? No you got some guy to look your way and now you want even more attention even though it is for all of the wrong reasons. You HAVE to have a baby because your man is all about having a baby with you. You live in poverty, poor people all around you. You spend your day staring at broken down houses with piles of trash everywhere. Hardly anyone works and if they do "work", it’s always about hustling, stealing, stabbing or shooting. You think that’s great because that’s your baby daddy’s job. You’re some dumbassed young girl sitting on the front steps everyday talking crap and smoking cigarettes and weed. All of your hood rat friends have a kid (or two or three) and some of you are sexing the same sorry assed dude. With no education, you have no hesitation and you keep having babies because the welfare will give you cash, food stamps and get you your own apartment. You have no fear of the future because everyone keeps talking about their GED while living in mama and grandmama’s house. Some of your peeps even tried to play college at OCC. They didn’t do any classes and they used their free government tuition money to buy a used car, some sneakers and some gold chains. You don't have time to hang out this weekend because you have to hookup with one of your baby daddies to get some money. You have no problem getting your freak on for drug money, that way you can buy those fresh Nikes for your kid to wear on the first day of school. You don't have to pay for your kids lunch, supplies or school-related tests because nobody on PA pays for that sh!t. When February comes around you will make sure that you get your Earned Income Credit check from Uncle Sam even though you don't work. You finally found an apartment with your Section 8 in a nice, quiet block in a good neighborhood. Hey girl, its time to pull out the BlackBerry and call everyone from the hood so that you can start having loud parties, with drugs and drunks and trash all over the place! Your neighbors complain about you and your parties and you start moving your people in to keep “niggaz” in check. Now the neighbors are all afraid to come outdoors. Your kid smokes weed right on your front step and curses out loud and you laugh and say, "Sh!t he just like his daddy!" Today is your son's sixteenth birthday and you’re already a grandmama--TWICE. You’re so proud of your son for being a loser just like his mom and dad that you might just buy him a forty for the hell of it. Your son doesn’t go to school or work, but he does have a pack of Newport’s, some rolling paper, a rubber band bundle with fifties and a silver .45. Hey, life is good in the hood you say to yourself. My kid is making it!
I look at you and think out loud that after 16 years I can only shake my head because my children will pay the tax for your son and his brood just like I did for you and yours....
Stop the violence? First someone needs to stop the nonsense. Not gonna happen because then we have to be honest about who and what is really the problem.
Do the people of that community really want this stuff to stop? You know the young men and women that are doing it. Are you ready to give up your sons, your nephews and cousins? Are you going to tell the police about the new Escalade out front with the guns and drugs in the back that your unemployed 18 year is driving everyday? No way not after that drug money brought that big flat screen in the living room. Will you tell the cops about that stash in the attic or the guns in the basement? How about your neighbor’s stolen property that’s sitting in your dining room?
Now that your kid is almost grown and acting the fool you want to find a way to discipline? What were you doing all of these years when you should have been raising your child? Too much booze? Too much drugs? Too much whoring around?
Here’s my solution: They should have filled that casket with condoms and DVDs discussing the benefits of birth control
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