I apologize for not writing any sooner. I have been busy with school and work. I was shocked at the series of violence that has been going on in the world over the past week.
I pray to the victims to the series of attacks that has taken place in Germany. The shooting in Munich, the suicide bombing attack in Ansbach, and the machete attack in Reutlingen. The attacks to be seem more and more prominent in Europe. As well as the Middle East, I heard news of the attack in Baghdad. ISIS is not a group of love, it promotes hate and is turning people against one another.
We should stand together as one to stand up for what is right, the human rights. The unwritten rule on what should be okay to do and what is not okay to do.
It was not right for slaves to be captured and sent to a country to be a slave, it was not right for Hitler to kill the Jews in the Holocaust, the Armenian Genocide was not right, the Rwanda Genocide was not right. I ask why did these things happen?
What made these people turn against one another and make them attack the other group. I believe the answer is fear. (Mind you I am not a professional, this is my own opinion, this blog is purely opinionated.) The fear of loosing what someone believes what is "rightfully" their own, like land or race.
That is how wars have started, and ended bloody. World Wars and Civil Wars.
Let us as people keep the peace, racism isn't necessary. We are all one people. We are not one of several races but of one race, the human race.
Whether you are black, white, Asian, mixed, Caribbean, Hispanic, West Indian, African, Australian, gay, straight, bi-sexual, transsexual, identify as a different gender than you are born, etc. We should not look at our differences as a negative but as a positive because no one is the same,
"One love, one heart
Let's get together and feel all right" - Bob Marley, One Love.
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Tattoo Hate..
Recently I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed when I came across an angry Facebook user post.
I click on the page the post was linked to and was shocked.
The Facebook page was called Tattoo Free (And Happy).
While scrolling through her page I read her various hate posts against those who have tattoos.
It was vulgar and narrow-minded, her page description says "Simple fact is: Tattoos are horrible, tattooed people are criminals and tattooist are disease spreading degenerates. All inky-stinkys should be jailed."
Although I do not have any tattoos I was offended, my dad is a tattoo artist . She was being very ignorant and she has other posts that put down the tattooed community.
Not every person with tattoos are bad, and no one has the right to judge someone without knowing their story.
I know many successful people with tattoos, visible or not. It was their choice and it should be respected.
I'm getting tired of seeing all this hate all over the place, and I feel as though it is getting worse....
I click on the page the post was linked to and was shocked.
The Facebook page was called Tattoo Free (And Happy).
While scrolling through her page I read her various hate posts against those who have tattoos.
It was vulgar and narrow-minded, her page description says "Simple fact is: Tattoos are horrible, tattooed people are criminals and tattooist are disease spreading degenerates. All inky-stinkys should be jailed."
Although I do not have any tattoos I was offended, my dad is a tattoo artist . She was being very ignorant and she has other posts that put down the tattooed community.
Not every person with tattoos are bad, and no one has the right to judge someone without knowing their story.
I know many successful people with tattoos, visible or not. It was their choice and it should be respected.
I'm getting tired of seeing all this hate all over the place, and I feel as though it is getting worse....
Monday, October 7, 2013
Rain
I hate the rain, its so depressing to me. It always seems to rain when I'm sad or deep in thought. I love the sun, the heat and a cool summer breeze. I love wearing shorts, tank tops and sandal; not rain boots and a poncho.
The only time I do like rain is when it is a hurricane. I love hurricanes, I grew up watching the storm tracking and peeking through the shutter cracks of the window to see leaves and stuff flying. I remember when I was young and there was a category 4 hurricane that hit the place I was living. It lasted all day and went into the late of night. I remember I snuck out of my room and when the dining area window and peeked through. I saw stuff flying, cable wires moving like snakes, and I saw this weird blue orb flying around the house. I thought it was a spark from the cable/electricity wire, but you usually hear them crackling if sparks flew from it. I watched the light and it didn't exactly fall to the ground, it circled the house. I know because it flew out of my line of vision and came back from the other side. To me, I thought it was an angel. Mainly because before any hurricane my Dad would pray for angels to protect my house, and I feel as though as a child I saw an angel protecting me.
I still hate the rain, when it ruins plans or makes me feel even more sad but I will always love hurricanes and tropical storms.
The only time I do like rain is when it is a hurricane. I love hurricanes, I grew up watching the storm tracking and peeking through the shutter cracks of the window to see leaves and stuff flying. I remember when I was young and there was a category 4 hurricane that hit the place I was living. It lasted all day and went into the late of night. I remember I snuck out of my room and when the dining area window and peeked through. I saw stuff flying, cable wires moving like snakes, and I saw this weird blue orb flying around the house. I thought it was a spark from the cable/electricity wire, but you usually hear them crackling if sparks flew from it. I watched the light and it didn't exactly fall to the ground, it circled the house. I know because it flew out of my line of vision and came back from the other side. To me, I thought it was an angel. Mainly because before any hurricane my Dad would pray for angels to protect my house, and I feel as though as a child I saw an angel protecting me.
I still hate the rain, when it ruins plans or makes me feel even more sad but I will always love hurricanes and tropical storms.
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