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Since when is it racists to point out the obvious, oh, yeah when it offends the racists doing it or condoning it.

As for you quoting MLK, that borders on blasphemy. You did everything imaginable to prevent his dream of desegregation from occurring, just like the election of Obama, but now that it has happened despite your efforts to prevent it, you hypocritically come on here with this malarky.

Sing it to your choir. Or talk to the Hand.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/19/joseph-weekley_n_3954812.html?utm_hp_ref=mostpopular

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Murder of black children will continue until blacks take lessons from whites who feel they need more than white justice. Notice how accepted murdering doctors who perform services for women whites don’t like is.

They not only condone the murders they aid and abet them in prayer, legal defense or escaping potential legal apprenhension. What could be more noble than a similar action against police brutality? If it became the norm, I bet shoot first racists like Weekley would be more careful. As it is the system encourages the racist to get a badge because he gets to deal violence in the direction of his hate with impunity.

Most of these racists are cowards so if they knew that their was another justice coming their way outside the white jUStice system, they would be more circumspect. Just thinking.

C#3(18) if it must by nature change, then I will be severely disappointed. Truth is relevant only when it is necessary to accomplish that which without it there would be no chance of success. Here we have moments that explode into timeless periods of ecstasy. I carry those moments with me until I see her again.

We communicate but I am often adrift in the music of her voice. I don’t reveal the power she has over me less she grow tired of my infatuation. I cannot image a free heart more delighted to be with an open declared love than I am with her. She makes everything okay when she comes to me.

Whatever the situation my heart would be happily caged for her enjoyment so it does not matter to me that we have to keep her secret. I used to think “we are but moments.” But that was when all that mattered was the thrill I received from being between her legs.

Now that I have gotten to know her better, those things that were but moments are memories of joys past and joys to come. Those “moments” remain with me to sustain me through my daily events. My life seems to be but pauses until I see her again.

She calls to make the small talk. I could not exist without those intervals between our personal meets. They enable me to get to know her better to discover I how even luckier I am that I knew before. She has an extraordinary sense of humor, she can find the funny side of many tough events.

If I live again, I would wish to come back with her view of the world. If she decided that it was over, I would be without meaning, but I would delight in knowing that she was around and knows that I exist. I would quietly leave her presence because I know she would not leave me unless it was the right thing to do.

If she found some one she felt was the better person for her, I would defer to her judgment without protestation because I respect her sense of fairness. My heart has it wings because it is chained to her love for me. If she set me free, then it was meant to be.

But for now, she loves me and I love her. She is certainly great enough to share her love with others and still have all I will ever need. I do not wish to share her, I refuse to do so as long as we are sexual lovers, but if she demanded that we give that up, I would still be there for her if she allowed me to.

I love the character she exudes. It is strong but weak. She cries easily, it makes me think before I speak. I do not want to be the cause of her distress. She has fierce loyalties. I respect that and her dedication to her principles.

She is a female in every sense of the word. She loves to shop, to be pretty, to be feminine as only she can be. She loves being pretty without being vain. I watch her walk even when we are side by side. She is a girl when she cries and I feel like God if I can understand what it is she needs to feel better and make it happen.

She is a lady when in the presence of those that would be pretentious or when she instructs me about things I am not familiar. She is a woman when she feels protective or jealous and she responds strongly with purpose.

She will not be disrespected by anyone but she will be patient with her revenge. She knows when to act like the vixen and when to be just what I need to get me off. She can leave me to return to her husband with a walk that thrills and depresses at the same time.

The sweet and sour taste in my heart is just right to keep me wanting more, and that slight suggestive glance she gives me as she looks over her shoulder before she drives off sustains me until I see her again.

Zen Lill you are correct when you said in my situation it is not about living honestly or dishonestly. To me “living” means having her as a part of my life. Whether that is “honestly” or “dishonestly” in the eyes of another does not affect me. As long as she is comfortable with her situation, I will support her.