Reaction to Treyvon’s death

I can’t imagine the sadness that Treyvon’s parents are suffering, and I sympathize for every person in the United States who is preconceived to be a criminal.

Although I have not  followed the details of this case, I do have an opinion.  It’s sad when the means to improve a person’s community results in violence and death.  I heard the Black Eye Peas singing “Where it the Love?” today, and it reminded me of Treyvon”s death.  why can’t we find a better way to solve social problems?

I also just listened to the On Point episode discussing the race issue behind the Treyvon and Zimmerman case.  An interesting point, could Treyvon have killed George Zimmerman, and relied on the Stand Your Ground law to avoid punishment?  I suspect not.

 

“Where Is The Love?”

What’s wrong with the world, mama
People livin’ like they ain’t got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that’ll bring you trauma

Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin’
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you’re bound to get irate, yeah

Madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y’all, y’all

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practise what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love

It just ain’t the same, old ways have changed
New days are strange, is the world insane?
If love and peace are so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don’t belong?

Nations droppin’ bombs
Chemical gasses fillin’ lungs of little ones
With ongoin’ sufferin’ as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin’ really gone

So I could ask myself really what is goin’ wrong
In this world that we livin’ in people keep on givin’ in
Makin’ wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin’ each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin’ on but the reason’s undercover

The truth is kept secret, it’s swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where’s the love, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the truth, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the love, y’all

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practise what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love, the love, the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I’m gettin’ older, y’all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin’
Selfishness got us followin’ the wrong direction

Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

Yo’, whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love we’re spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity

That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ down
There’s no wonder why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
Gotta keep my faith alive ’til love is found
Now ask yourself

Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

Father, Father, Father, help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love?

Sing with me y’all:
One world, one world (We only got)
One world, one world (That’s all we got)
One world, one world
And something’s wrong with it (Yeah)
Something’s wrong with it (Yeah)
Something’s wrong with the wo-wo-world, yeah
We only got
(One world, one world)
That’s all we got
(One world, one world)

California Girls – Are we are own race?

A couple of different discussions this weekend, and a few subliminal hints from Mother Nature or whomever may be controlling the universe, lead me to finally realize how I identify culturally and by nationality.  Race is a funny thing to define and I don’t think there is a common view on distinguishing race.  Plus, who knows what we really are with all the cheating that seems to be part of Human Nature.

Because my last name is Czech but I have very little Czech blood, I mostly have German blood, but very few traits, my relatives as far back as I ever met were born in the U.S.A. in Texas and California and a few other locations,  I don’t even know the stories of my family members immigrating to the U.S.A., I grew up in California and identify with the following characteristics:

  • Wanting to do stuff outdoors and enjoy nature
  • Wanting to preserve nature and this home we call Earth
  • Enjoying the company of my neighbors and socializing with people in public
  • Wanting to protect the middle class and help the common person
  • Being fascinated by Celebrities and the Rich and Famous
  • Being blond (when I get enough sunshine)
  • Being interested in many cultures and languages
  • Learning a bit of Spanish and how to cook Mexican style food
  • I work hard and have earned my own everything: first car, college degree, my first job, hopefully a house one of these days

So because of all of those reasons, I can say the only thing I really feel like is a California Girl.  I love the Beach Boys song and the Katy Perry song and I’m proud to be Californian.

 

A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement. He is so proud of himself that he starts calling his wife “Mother of Six” in spite of her objections. One night they go to a party. The man decides that it’s time to go home, and wants to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well.He shouts at the top of his voice, ‘Shall we go home now Mother of Six?”

His wife, finally fed up with her husband shouts back,

“Anytime you’re ready, Father of Four!”