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Why do people only think about the badside and forget about the goodside?
Zinedine Zidane-head-butt
Maradona-Crack head
Michael Jackson-Guy Molester
Britney Spears-Crazy

These 4 celebrities all have 1 common which is the one thing we all think about,we all somehow forget about the goodside of them and what they have acheived and what they were capable of doing.. then 1 mistake makes the whole world forget about the goodside and start to only remember the badside.

WHY IS THAT?

That's why we are human, and that's what separates us from God Almighty.

God looks on the inside, not the outside. No matter what our blemish (sin) is, He forgives, and encourages us to focus on the good things we've done, and make an effort to do more.

Let me give you an illustration:

1.Get a blank piece of white paper.
2. Get a 'marker pen' (preferably black)
3. Using that pen, make a reasonably sized dot, in the middle of the paper.
4. Show that paper to all your friends, colleagues or family.
5. Ask them what they see.

90% or higher will say, 'they see the dot', very few will say, 'It's a nice white paper with a little dot on it'.
That is what God does, and that's why we are so Blessed to have a Maker, a Ruler and a Provider, like Him.

Looking at your examples, only silly, naive and 'fair weather' fans will behave like that.
True football fans know the full value and impact, that Zidane and Maradona, did for the game.
Their mistakes a mere blip, and has no great significance, when placed beside their achievements.

Consider yourself fortunate, that you were able to live in an era, where you could watch either Zidane, Maradona or both, display their outstanding skills, be it on TV, or in a stadium.

As for Michael Jackson, much of the negative criticism he now gets, is self-inflicted.
Having more or less, gone into semi-retirement, he still yearned for the media glare.
It started with his 'sham marriages', his behaviour and the ridiculous idea of turning himself into a white Caucasian.

All this he could get by with, thus emboldening him to be picky about young boys. I'm kind of sure that 1 of the main reasons he preferred younger boys, because they are more likely to be 'clean and smooth'.
MJ was so paranoid of germs, that he always wore those silly white gloves. Hence, his perception that they are less prone to passing germs to him, than a man or youth above the legal age, would.

Britney, I don't really follow her saga. So I am neutral.
However, as far as she and MJ are concerned, I'm more interested in their music, their activities of no real consequence.

REAL BOOTY OR FAKE BOOTY? You decide 2008.?
plasticsergeant.com/home/celebrity/surgery/kim-kardashian--butt-implants

Click on the link, then scroll down & view the 2nd set of pictures. C'mon now & she didn't have surgery? LOL Yeah okay.

"Celebrities" crack me up. (BTW, since when is do you become a "celebrity" for being a "pro" in hollywood - Heidi Fleiss would be proud LOL)

Pimpin yourself out is the new way to become famous apparently...Little girls of the future take note. LOL sad

Real.

Read My Story?1?
It's called Brooke Jackson. Major. Star. Attitude.
I just want to dance!
“Brooke, can you get out already!” yelled my brother, Beckham. I have two of them, were triplets. My other one is, strangely, Longmore.
I was sitting on the marble bathroom counter brushing my teeth looking through the summer Teen Vogue.
I hopped off the counter to spit and rinse dropping the magazine in the bathroom trash. I read threw it, put to test, and now it was useless.
I opened the bathroom door.
“I hate you.”
We switched places. I was in the doorway of one of the many of 5 bathrooms in our small celebrity mansion and he was in the bathroom. The one everyone loved.
“Why?”
“You making me go to your dumb dance recital.”
“Oh, boo-hoo, you’re just mad because you’re going to miss your make-out session with Kayla.”
“Brooke get dressed. We have to leave in an half and hour,” said my mom, Guilianne. “And your friends should be here in five minutes.”
“Great, I’ll be downstairs.”
“Why?” asked Guilianne. The bathroom door slammed closed and locked.
“What is this? CSI: Pullman, Washington?” I snapped.
Longmore screeched, “Mom where’s my Axe cologne?!”
I rolled my eyes and headed downstairs. Our mansion looked a lot like a ski lodge and I loved it.
Settling in the living room on the white suede couch, putting my feet on the light brown sheepskin rug, I pulled out my phone. I mean since I had a uniform and all I really didn’t need help but I did need help picking out an outfit to wear, to Pullman High and back.

Brooke: how far r u guys?
Lily: 10 minutes
Brooke: gr8
Ana: lily, shut ^. Were really 2 minutes away stuck at a red light
Brooke: I don’t need exclusive d-tail.
Rachel: ? do u need us 4 anyway?
Brooke: I need u guys 2 help me pick out an outfit 4 the way to Pullman and <.
Ana: oh, well we r  to helo!
Brooke: ?
Lily:?
Rachel: ?
Ana: help, sorry
Brooke: oh
Lily: oh
Rachel: got it!
Brooke: you’ve got _ on ur chest!
Ana: lol, but u do bj
Brooke: thx
Lily: were drving down ur street now! Lay-ter.

“Who’s been using my shaving cream?” hollered Beckham.
“Stick it up your butt crack! I’m sure it needs a shaving there!” I hollered back.
I looked out the window behind our flat screen TV, there were my friends walking up the porch dresses in fancy dresses and shoes.
The doorbell rang, I ran to get it and welcomed my friends in with opening arms then rushed them upstairs were Beckham opened the door, half of his chin in shaving cream.
We all bumped into each other at the view then snickered except Ana who has a crush on my brother. I think it’s disgusting. She hasn’t seen him when she’s not here.
“Longmore!” called Beckham.
My other brother, who I have to admit he is hot, walked towards us, in a towel. We’re only 14 and he already has a hardcore 4-pack.
Rachel and Lily plus Ana all have a crush on him.
I walked behind all three of them and pushed them down the hall, working my abs, and slapped them into my closet immediately. My closet is half the size of a normal school gym.
It was like Hannah Montana’s closet only much bigger with a lot more stylish clothes in it.
On the leather blue chair that was placed in front of my computer and my computer desk, were two outfits I had suggested on getting there to Pullman High.
On my intercom, my mom announced, “20 minutes till departure.”
Ana ran her hands over the two outfits and heralded, “It doesn’t look like you need help.”
I plumped in 2-seat brown couch, blue and brown will go together if you have the right shades, and whined, “Yeah but I don’t know which outfit to chose. The puma sweat suit black or the puma blue.
The girls examined it for a while.
“Your right it is hard,” admitted Rachel.
“Both colors look great on you,” complimented Lily.
“Whatever, but I say the…blue,” suggested Ana.
“Me, too,” agreed Rachel and Lily at the same time.
“It brings out your platinum blonde hair and brown eyes,” scored Ana. They all nodded in agreement.
“Besides I’m sure David Levy well like it,” assumed Lily.
They oohed at me.
David was my crush ever since 4th grade. He has, well looks like Ryan Philippe. This means he looks hot! Our relation ship status is friends. I had to look good, since he was coming to the dance recital to “cheer me on” which translates into “check me out and ask me out”, at least I hope. After I changed into the outfit on the way there. I came out the closet bathroom to model it. I got a 9.5, which was the perfect for the status of friends. I left an inch of stomach and back. I looked better than Reese Witherspoon! I gasped, those could be our nick names. I calmed myself down. I was getting way too excited and excused those thoughts away.
“Now for the outfit back or for a date.”
I pulled out two outfits from one of my computer drawers and held them up.
“The red sunflower dress or the purple mini skirt dress?”
“Tough. I say…the purple,” commented Ana.
All of my friends were flipping through old magazines rejecting the models pose or clothing wear, drawing an X in purple marker. I hate these: said, whispered, and humored,etc.
Rachel: “Elegant.”
Lily: “Simple.”
Ana: “And sexy. Brings out your tan.”
On the intercom, they heard Beckham’s voice, “10 minutes till departure.”
“Hi Charlie!” greeted Rachel, Lily, and Ana.
“Hey angels, see you in 10 minutes!”
“But I can’t wait that long!” flirted Ana.
“Neither than I, but hey that’s business, baby.”
As I gathered my uniform and dress together it hit me that I never told her about Kayla and Beckham, plus that they’ve been dating since we were 11. I was careful enough to hide it for 3-actually, I’ve known them since preschool but Ana didn’t start liking him until we reached age 4 and Beckham met Kayla when he was 10 and they were “friends”, so I guess you can say 3 or 4 years, I’ve been hiding it. I didn’t like this feeling at all. I saw Ana melt when Beckham said baby.
“Bye, angels.”
“Bye, Charlie!”
Once all my stuff was gathered on my bed, I suggested, “Ana, I think you should totally go after him.”
“Really? I though you hate girls going all over him.”
“Well, not if their my best friend and I trust them.”
Ana smiled and went to search for something that would say wow to Beckham. “Cool, thanks, same to you.”
“She’s not going to date your sister,” alleged Rachel.
I laughed.
Then walked out into my bedroom to look out my window that stretched all through my long back wall.
I gasped quietly. I did not want Ana nor my other friends rushing to window see what was wrong.
I saw Kayla walk up. She walked up in a jean-mini skirt, a green army colored jacket with a white tank top, grey cotton leggings and red ballerina flats. Beckham would think she’s hot but what would remove his eyes of off Kayla and her legs and onto Ana and her green eyes and red hair. Beckham ran to her and gave her a wet kiss. This made my head hurt.
I ran back into my closet and quickly pulled out my “emergency” outfit.
I gave to Ana, who still looking for something. I threw it in her arms and pushed her in the bathroom and closed the door. Hoping it would do, I would have to try and hide her from Kayla even though I knew she would probably find out some time of the morning or night or afternoon if I’m lucky with David. I had to keep Kayla away from David even though I think she’s solid with Beckham. With our birthday in 3 days on June 16 and this being the first day of summer, something big was bound to happen
I made sure we arrived to our limo just after Kayla , Beckham, Longmore, and my mom got into to there’s just to make sure that Kayla and Ana didn’t see each other.
As we walked down the long porch. I looked for my driver, Mike, to be standing by our limo and he was. I saw my mom’s already parked at the end of the street waiting for us.
I managed to stay at the back of our walk holding my 2 changes of clothes and pulled Rachel and Lily behind Ana who kept walking in her amazing outfit that I picked out. It was the Hilary Swank Oscar dress that was made just for me but cut short above the knees about 2 ½ inches. Trust me it showed, Ana’s Mexican tan back, I’m Italian/Portuguese and her black high heeled ballerina shoes. There’s nothing Beckham loves more than sexy, athletic legs and smooth backs that he can see and touch. I know my brothers.
I pulled back Rachel and Lily.
“You guys Beckham has a girlfriend. Kayla. That’s why, we had to come down late not because I thought I had a pimple on my face.”
“So, you’re trying to keep Ana away from Kayla?” solicited Rachel, moving some sandy hair from her blue eyes.
I nodded.
My mom’s limo beeped and so did mine. Ana beeped it cause her body was stretched all they way to the steering wheel.
We ran into to the car laughing.
Once we were out of the complex, my mom called me. Now, I will go back to the script thing.
Me: “Hi, mom.”
Mom: “How come you guys were so late getting downstairs?”
Me: “I thought I had a pimple on my face.”
Mom: “That’s why you guys were so late?”
Me: “Yep.”
Mom: “Well, that’s all I wanted to know.”
Me: “Mmm-hmm.” I was switching through channels on our little screen TV and settled on “A Baby Story.”
My friends (all at the same time) and me: “I love this show!”
Mom: “Kayla wants to talk to you.”
Me: “She does?” I walked to a different seat and sat my self on the black leather facing the window. I had to cover my ears so Kayla wouldn’t hear Rachel, Lily, and Ana cheering on the mother-to-be.
Kayla: “Hi.”
Me: “Hello. What’s up.”
Kayla: “I just wanted to wish you good luck. Bumblebee, stop!”
I turned the phone away from my ear and retched. My friends were to busy saying, “Push!” to notice.
Me: “Well, thanks.”
Kayla: “I hope you break a leg out there!”
My friends: “IT’S A BOY!”
I laughed and looked at the screen and read, “Michael Oliver Santos.”
Kayla: “What?”
Me: “Nothing, bye.”
I hung up and dropped my phone in my purse then walked back over, laying my head on the window resting, thinking, I know this weird, about David and I having a baby and me screaming and moaning in pain asking for epidural. I laughed.
I fixed my make-up with my compact mirror.
“So, I look fine.”
“You look like a 10!”
I smiled and dropped it in my purse.
There was knock at the window behind. We screamed, Mike jumped, and it was all funny the way it happened.
David laughed.
I opened the door pushing David a little further back. He pulled me into a hug, I was so surprised my cheeks were red. I moved onto the sidewalk.
We were in a row of cars and limos as I watched as students, parents, and some of the girls in my dance class waved to me and walked into the high school. We were going to be Juniors by fall.
“I haven’t seen you since we got of school.”
“Yeah.”
Yeah. I couldn’t believe myself. All I could say was Yeah.
I saw Longmore getting out of the car and grabbed David’s and Ana’s hand and ran with them up the steps of Pullman High with Rachel and Lily struggling to keep up behind us.
“BROOKE, I’m in heels not ugly gym shoes.”
Ana was the only wearing heels that I knew besides my mom. We were bumping into people but I yelled sorry as we passed them. We were almost there, just into the building, run straight some more then a turn left and we would be in the auditorium. Just where I needed to head on to the stage and into the dressing. I would have to tell them to stay away from the other 4, they probably would, I think and I knew Rachel and Lily would do their best to keep…wait if they sat behind the other 4 then Ana would be staring at Beckham all night while he was kissing Kayla “hot legs.”
“Brooke!”
I ran faster thinking it was my mom or my brothers. I saw another pair of feet running next to David.
I glanced still making sure I wouldn’t trip, and it was one of my classmates from dance, Alicia Hudson, she’s not in my clique but we’ve been best friends since kindergarten. We’ve been close ever since. Rachel, Lily, and Ana hate her, I don’t know why.
I wanted to stop and give her a hug but we were in the school now, running threw the empty cafeteria that was getting set up for the after party.
“Hey…Lici!”
Can you believe I’m the only one allowed to call her that besides her parents?
“What… are…you guys…doing?”
“Running away,” held Rachel looking at her feet.
“From…who?” Alicia was fast running and was ahead of us.
“You,” replied Ana in a cold way.
She slowed to look at me. I mouthed, “Don’t pay attention to them.”
Turn and we were in the auditorium. Standing at the far back.
“Rachel and Lily, you know what to do,” I believed.
They shook their heads yes. Taking Ana to the front row of seats, running again.
I faced David, who was complimenting of how fast of a runner.
“Thanks.”
I scowled at her but I knew she wouldn’t to that, she knew I liked him. Alicia stood by me. “I’ll wait for you, over there.”
She pointed by the stairs of the stage were dancers were heading into the dressing or rehearsal room, which is the dressing room.

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How often do you stand your ground defending a statement you know isn't true?
Here are some things I tell people that I will not relent on, even in the face of irrefutable evidence.

Iowa does not exist. It goes straight from Illinois to Nebraska, and pictures of Iowa are actually staged in a county in Kansas. People who claim to be from there might be CIA operatives, so watch out.

Taco Bell uses werewolf meat. Ever see the big steel door around back, near the menu board in the drive thru? It would be very bad if the werewolves escaped.

Rob Zombie is 5'2". Remember him having dreads down to his knees? On me, that would barely scrape my butt crack.

Sock gnomes are vermin, and their tightly knit organization is responsible for such misdeeds as missing socks, moved car keys, disappearing guitar picks, and the like.

Keanu Reeves is a robot. There is a real Keanu, but he only makes cameo appearances in his movies to say, things like, "Whoa," and, "Yah." He's not the only one who's a robot, there are many. Some of these celebrity robots do not actually have a human counterpart, such as Celine Dion. Surprisingly, William Shatner is not one, and neither is Keith Richards.

You are speaking about those that do not believe in God
and live in defense of that concept,even though you can see
that He does exist.

Where can i buy swimsuit or bikini bottoms that the a gather on the but crack area?
The ones that make the butt look fuller...seen them on celebrities, still cant find them

just take a length of panty elastic (get it at fabric store) about 2" shorter than length down back of bottoms. Stretch it and sew it (up and down) in the middle of the butt. When it is allowed to go back to unstretched length, it gathers the fabric together along your butt crack and highlights your bum cheeks.

Am I weird if I shave or wax all of the following?
Here it goes: legs, armpits, face (all of it; including the cheeks, etc.), fingers, toes, area above the breasts, breasts, stomach, arms, butt crack, butt cheeks and get my eyebrows done, but only shave some genitalia hair? I mean, what out of this are weird or a turn off to males since I'm a female? Here in Florida sun does come out very often (too often if you ask me), but I don't tan almost anything and so my arm hair doesn't get any lighter!

Is it true that celebrities shave EVERYTHING? Because Avril Lavigne has VERY LIGHT (lucky hair) arm hair. Do celebrities like Megan Fox (who appears almost naked in Jennifer's Body) and Kim Kardashian or Beyoncé shave everything?

Yup I agree with the first answer

Is my story okay? Its 1000 words so either skim read. Don't worry bout grammer. How can I improve.?
Mouldy Old Sandwiches

Hello guyren, I’m Narrator Man! I’ve been created because the author was awake till three in the morning stressing out because her stupid computer had just crashed with a much better version of this story. So she now had to blurt out a whole load of rubbish to hand some assignment the next morning.
Anyway enough with bad and confusing introductions, our story starts like most at the local nuthouse.

“MY SANDWHICHS!” screamed a rather distraught and crazy Heather, “I SWEAR I’M MISSING ALL MY MOULDY SANDWHICHES!” By the time Heather had finished crying about her missing sandwiches her doctor came in.
“Do you still think someone’s stealing you sandwiches Heather?” The doctor said in a know it all voice that makes you just want to punch him in the face.
“I don’t think VooDoo man, I know...” Heather stared at him with an icy stare, awkwardly initiating a staring contest.
Heather liked staring contests as she had much practice with the wall. Staring contests, as you may know, are the most painfully boring and stupid sport ever invented. If you are crazy enough to partake in a staring contest, by the time 5 hours has passed you know you’ve permanently rooted your eyesight. You see continuing in this game is like electing to keep your hand on a stove. Maybe you become numb to the pain after a while, but you're still pretty sure you're doing permanent damage.
“Do you believe you are sane Heather?” The doctor asked, stroking his chin.
“I guess so.” Heather replied, “It’s just my sandwiches; I don’t want to leave them without knowing...”
“Nonsense!” The doctor interrupted. “You said you are sane, so therefore you are!” He said gleefully and started move Heather from her cell. “I declare you legally sane, which by today’s standards is pretty bad.” He mumbled as he was now dragging Heather down the hall at a rapid pace.
“But I really don’t think I’m ready to go!” Heather squeaked nervously.
“I’m sorry Heather, but we just need to make room for our newest entry, Brittney Spears.” The doctor then promptly stamped Heather’s head signifying that she was now indeed sane and threw her out the front doors. She dusted herself off and looked down the long lonely road. “First Paris Hilton steals my evil porn plans, now Brittney Spears takes my room. These damn celebrities.” She thought to herself. Heather then stole that little sack on a stick off an either dead or sleeping hobo and started her journey home.

Now it must be stated that Heather’s house is extremely far from the nuthouse and the journey there would have surely been filled with danger, excitement, and explosions, however the editor decided to omit this tale as it was very long and also far too interesting. However we will say this; on her journey, Heather had witnessed many murders that seemed to follow her home.

She finally entered her dumpy little house and turned on the TV. Heather never realised what she was missing out on while she was in the nuthouse, absolutely nothing. Daytime TV sucks, there was nothing but baking soda in the fridge and her dog Wilbur, that she had left behind, might just possibly be that huge piece of green fluff growing on the lounge chair.
Heather started to hear a loud thudding noise, like when a tennis ball is covered in dog slobber and then thrown at someone’s head. She discovered the commotion was coming from her bedroom closet. She pulled a hammer out of a nearby wall and approached the closet. A pale IT nerd burst out, thrashing around, wrestling with cockroaches; many more swarmed from under the bed and joined the fight. They were everywhere, his eyes, his ears and in the butt crack that was just visible out of his pants. Soon there was nothing left of the guy but a bloody skeleton with glasses.
The ravenous cockroaches slowly turned towards Heather and started to bow. “O Queen of filth, we have worshipped you secretly since you left the nuthouse. You prevented our starvation with those delectable sandwiches! You are our saviour and we have done you’re bidding by killing all those who have opposed you on your journey home.” They squeaked in unison.
Heather obviously bored with the large amount the cockroaches had to say simply yawned. “Well,” She finally replied, “What did that guy do then?”
“He was the one who cut in front of you in the queue to Starbucks!” they squeaked with pride. Heather finally started to comprehend what they were saying.
“Wait,” she started slowly “You’re the ones who have been killing all these people...” Then finally her head was filled with the only answer she ever cared about in her entire life,
“Wait, YOU’RE THE ONES WHO HAVE BEEN EATING ALL MY SANDWHICHES!?” Heather’s hand was now turning red and splintery from gripping the hammer way too hard. The cockroaches not being as slow as Heather quickly realised they were in some trouble.
“Quick, kill the Queen, before she kills us all!” One of the cockroaches squealed frantically, but little did the cockroaches know, they had met their match. Yes Heather wasn’t very talented or smart, and she smelled pretty bad too. However there was one thing that she was good at and that was flailing a hammer around while yelling various profanities very loudly.

While Heather was completely annihilating the homicidal cockroach hoard, she did not notice the huge police SWAT team burst through her house. Rifles drawn, they reached her bedroom and quickly kicked the door in. Unfortunately for Heather at that very moment she yelled “I’LL KILL YOU ALL YOU FILTHY LITTLE KREEPS!” Trained Police men know their queue to shoot suspected homicidal maniacs and tragically Heather was shot 37 times in the head while the few remaining cockroaches escaped under her bed.

A few months after Heather’s funeral (that no one showed up to) the remaining cockroaches that survived soon colonised at the dump and gave up their evil and violent ways. The cockroaches felt so guilty for eating Heather’s Sandwiches and driving her even more insane, they built a memorial out of Mashed Potatoes. It commemorated the little insane girl who taught them to never give up hope and to always keep looking for mouldy sandwiches.

The End

Epilogue

Narrator Man suffered from severe compulsions soon after narrating the story Mouldy Old Sandwiches, and died from multiple brain haemorrhages from being subject to such a horrible and senseless plot. However his death may also have been attributed to the fact that he had also read some of Heather’s poetry, which has already caused people to spontaneously combust upon title reading.

I sorry I don't know.

I have to admit that I don't like stories that have death in them.

Survey?..Just a couple random questions.Its fun!...lol?
1.)What state do you live in?
2.)What's your favorite things to buy?
3.)When is the last time you drink an alcoholic drink?
4.)What color shirt do you have on now?
5.)What time did you go to sleep the night before?
6.)What is your best friend's name?
7.)Name a celebrity's name that starts with a "K"..
8.)What website do you visit everyday?
9.)Do you burn CD's?
10.)What are you listening to right now?
11.)Do you believe in love at first sight?
12.)Do you crack your knuckles?
13.)What song do you hate most right now?
14.)What is your best physical feature?
15.)What's your favorite Pizza topping?

1.)Louisiana
2.)Clothes and accessories
3.)Like last weekend
4.)Blue
5.)About 3 A.M.
6.)JJ
7.)Katy Perry
8.)concreteloop.com
9.)yes...shhh!.lol
10.)What its gonna be by Beyonce
11.)noooooo!
12.)Every now and then..barely!
13.)That Arab money song
14.)Idk...People say my smile..I think my smile sometimes, my hips, butt..lol, my eyes
15.)meat lover and pepperoni

1.)What state do you live in?
I dont i live in the U.K
2.)What's your favorite things to buy?
Fake Tan
3.)When is the last time you drink an alcoholic drink?
Last night.
4.)What color shirt do you have on now?
Flowery one.
5.)What time did you go to sleep the night before?
Half 2 this morning.
6.)What is your best friend's name?
Chloe.
7.)Name a celebrity's name that starts with a "K"..
Keira Knightly.
8.)What website do you visit everyday?
This one.
9.)Do you burn CD's?
Rarely
10.)What are you listening to right now?
Kings of leon- Use somebody
11.)Do you believe in love at first sight?
Not yet,
12.)Do you crack your knuckles?
Yes ):
13.)What song do you hate most right now?
When i grow up- Pussycat dolls.
14.)What is your best physical feature?
Eyes probably.
15.)What's your favorite Pizza topping?
Ham and pineapple.

Maybe It's Ur Civic Duty Not2Vote? Should there be a "Quiz" on the Ballet? Should ignorant peoples vote count?
Question: Knowing That A Majority Of “Average Americans” Don’t Know Diddly-Squat About This Country, Maybe It's Their Civic Duty Not To Vote?

Agree - or - Disagree?

Maybe It's Your Civic Duty Not to Vote:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tsEUrEtz…

This one is where they poke fun at old people but I'm looking for the 20/20 segment when they went out to a "Rock The Vote" gathering and ONLY a Fraction of the teeny-boppers there even knew HOW MANY STATES THERE ARE!!!

I SWEAR! A HUGE number of people there didn’t even know that we have 50 states. They said everything from 48 to 53. I’m still trying to figure out what they were on when they answered these questions because I can only hope that the retardation was the result of substance abuse.

I remember a segment where a woman went around New York and asked people to locate Iraq on a world map and a majority of people couldn’t locate Iraq to save their lives… SOME PEOPLE EVEN CHOSE CHINA OR ITALY thinking it was Iraq.

People that vote at random or vote using bad data that they just 'believe' because it was said by a celebrity or on TV or on some retard's blog are HURTING this country.

I'm sorry but if you can't take the time to actually FACT CHECK the propaganda on the news or to pay attention to the government class we ALL had to take in High School... I think you should stay home...

An EDUCATED VOTER should be the ONLY VOTER.

And I'm not talking about "College Educated". I'm talking about people that paid attention in their High School Government Class and can at least know what "Checks and Balances" means or actually know what the Bill of Rights is.

People that USE THEIR INTERNET ACCESS for more then Yahoo! Answers or Porn.

Puff Daddy’s “Vote or Die”? How about “Puff Daddy: Die don’t Vote” because Puff Daddy’s opinion on ANYTHING is the LAST THING ON EARTH you should be basing your decisions on!

John McCain Is Buggin The F%^k Out'
www.youtube.com/watch?v=thmueS0ng…
“I don’t even know if there are any black people in Alaska!”
“Theres not even no crack heads in Alaska!”
(Just listening to this stupidity HURTS... I feel brain cells committing suicide as I watch this retard...)

Would you support a movement that required a small quiz on the BASICS of the American System Of Government before you are allowed to vote?

What about putting the ‘quiz’ at the top of the ballot? If you get more then half the questions wrong, your vote doesn’t count…

Shouldn’t you have to prove that you are competent to vote before your vote counts?

Only about 25% of the country that is ABLE to vote is willing to get off their butts to vote in the fist place… What if half of that 25% are borderline retarded?

Should people that can barely dress and feed themselves REALLY be the people that choose our leaders?
(By “Retarded” I don’t mean people BORN retarded… I mean people that CHOOSE to be retarded.)

I think it would be good.

Very very basic questions.

1) how old is usa (guess within 50 years)
2) who was our first president
3) who did we fight for independence
5) how many states does USA have
6) the constitution limits a. government or b. the people
7) how long is the presidential term
8) the first amendment of the constitution, is related to a. firearms b. speech c. health care d. minimum wage

these could all be multiple choice. they would need to be careful, and fairly easy factual questions about history. so basic that a 3rd grader should know.

However, with something like the READ THE BILLS act, we might make things better without trying to rely on voters.