Related Video Collections
All Comments
I hate illegals with a passion do you? Especially the ones coming from Mexico. They are criminals and should be arrested. We should send all illegals not to Mexico but send them to Guantamo Bay or sell them to the Gulag in Russia. They will never come back if we do that.
Illegals cause many problems in the USA. Ill list some reasons
1) Mexicans are supremacists they believe in Mexican supremacy like White supremacists believe in White Supremacy.
2) Mexicans hate blacks and whites and some hate Asians too.
3) They are taking jobs away from American citizens and not paying taxes.
4) They are killing the public sector and they anchor babies are annihilating the hospitals of this country
5) Hate crimes are on an increase Mexican violence on innocent black teens and young black adults are on the rise
6) DUI the Mexican past-time other than cock fighting and soccer is Driving on the influence
7) Domestic violence increase, Mexicans beating their wives is part of their national past-time
8) Majority of these leeches hate America and yet sucking the benefits of this great country.
9) They cry racism and yet call blacks monkeys and call whites fat and stupid
10) The increase of illegal drugs and firearms into the country. | umm, don't you think you're generalizing?
not ALL illegal mexicans HATE black/white/asians.
PLUS, there's a lot of white people who hate black people... and black people who hate white people...etc.
Most illegals have ITINs (individual taxpayer identification number), soo they pay their taxes...
illegals do the jobs that most americans don't want ANYWAY. um, i'm sure EVERYONE even illegals apply for jobs equally. it's not their fault that companies decide to hire them instead.. maybe because they're harder workers than other lazyyy people.. hmm
and there are plenty of whites and black who call hispanics spics... soo yeah. good fight.
P.S. for those of you who want to say that they're taking all the welfar too. look it up. most people on welfare are..... drumroll..... CAUCASIANS. woop...
:) good day | What is punk? What is punk you ask?
Well punk is a style, attitude, and a type of music. The punk style mainly consists of DIY and whatever else YOU want to do. The attitude is mainly a i don't care, anarchist, type of attitude, but that can also have whatever your attitude is in there. The music...who the hell knows how to explain the music, its basically every type of rock that doesnt fit into the "main" categories of rock. What i'm trying to say is that punk is basically whatever you want it to be, with a little of the things that i said mixed in....but mainly what YOU are not anyone else.Heres some bands:Abrasive Wheels,The Adicts,The Adolescents,The Adverts,Anti-Nowhere League,The Avengers,Bad Brains,Black Flag,The Boys,Buzzcocks,Chelsea,Circle Jerks,The Clash,Cock Sparrer,The Cramps,Crass,The Damned,The Dead Boys,Dead Kennedys,The Descendents,The Diodes,DOA,The Drones,Generation X,The Heartbreakers,Iggy Pop,The Jerks,London SS,Minor Threat,Minutemen,The Misfits,Offspring,The Plasmatics,The Ramones,Reagan Youth,Richard Hell & The Voidoids,The Screamers,Sex Pistols,Sham 69,The Sguys,Social Distortion,Stiff Little Fingers,The Subhumans,Toy Dolls,UK Subs,The Vibrators,Vice Squad,The Varukers,X-Ray Spex,999,7 Seconds,Anti-Flag,Bad Religion,Blitz,The Casualties,Cheap Sex,Cro-Mags,Crucifucks,Discharge,The Distillers,Dropkick Murphys,The Exploited,Flogging Molly,Goldfinger,Horrorpops,Leftover Crack,Lower Class Brats,MDC ,Operation Ivy,Osaka Popstar,Pennywise,The Queers,Rancid,Raid,Rise Against,Suicidal Tendencies,Teen Idols,Toxic Waste,TSOL,UK Bombs,The Unseen,The Vandals,The Virus,The 4-Skins,88 Fingers Louie,Adam & The Ants,A Global Threat,Agnostic Front,Aus-Rotten,The Briggs,The Business,Buzzcocks,Capitalist Casualties,Clit 45,Cockney Rejects,Conflict,Crucifix,Dead Milkmen,The Devotchkas,The Diodes,Flatfoot 56,Flipper,Gang Green,GBH,The Germs,Gorilla Biscuits,Joey Ramone,Johnny Thunders,Naked Raygun,Negative FX,Nekromantix,Oi Polloi,The Outkasts,Peter and The Test Tube Babies,The Raincoats,Scholastic Deth,Sid Vicious,Sonic Youth,SSD,The Vandals,Wasted Youth,Youth Brigade,Agent Orange,Angry Samoans,The Dictators, Fugazi,Alien Sex Fiend,Dr. Know, Biohazard,Allies,Butthole Surfers,Discharge,Chaotic Discord, D4, Descendents, Funeral Dress, Middle Finger Salute, Punk Core, The Explosion, The Disasters, Raw Power, The Heat, The Rubies, The Shakers, Deeno's Marvels,The Machines, The Vicars, The Sinyx, Kronstadt Uprising, The Prey, Anorexic Dead, Allegiance to no one, the icons captain strange, the spurts, deciballs, the school bullies,the convicted, stax century,idiot,decibels,the shocks,autumn poison,armless teddies,the psychopaths,the objects,rollins band,bleeding pyles,closedown,burning idols,the leepers, speedball, the cards,taming the outback, the get, grinder, stripey zebras,the jam, steve hooker and the heat,whizz guys, the drill, penetration, small town rumor,advertising,the opposition,vinyl degenerates,kapt. anorak,deep throats,mongrel,mik bostik,sleeper,frenzee,gilmartin,tall story,norman and the worms, the vicars, jukes,urban disturbance,social unrest,mission of burma,government issue,BGK,killdozer,III Repute, Fear,Channel 3,Alternative TV,The Carpettes,The Cortinas,The Crabs,Crime,The Crowd,The Cure,Devo,Dickies,the drones, the dwarves,eater,forgotten rebels,gun club,the hollywood brats, jack & the ribbers, the jam, johnny & the self abusers,johnny moped,killing joke,king,lightning raiders,london,lords of the new church,magazine,mc5,metal urbain,the models,the modern lovers,the neon boys,new york dolls,newton neurotics,the patti smith group,protex,pure hell,the radiators from space,radio stars,sublime,the rezillos,the rich guys,rocket from the tombs,rudi,the ruts, the scars, the scavengers,siouxsie & the banshees,skrewdriver,slaughter & the dogs,some chicken,stark naked & the fleshtones,the subs,subway sect,suicide,talking heads,teenage head,television,tenpole tudor, the tights,the white cats,wire,x,the zeros,balzac,american steel,bouncing souls, and many more | | uh, i think you answered your own question. it's like you're informing us on punk, not asking a question. | I need a title for my story? Read my story, and give me some title ideas! I cant think of any! lol
Robert Morrison was a 23 year old man who worked for a newspaper. Everyday he struggled to write articles about the section in the news that changed people's perspective on life. He pinned out the ones that thought their life sucked because of a break up, or how “miserable their life was”when a teen's parents wouldn't let them out on Friday nights because of a bad grade. He was one of those people until he met Marty Dawson.
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
“'Scuse me, but did I miss the bus already for 8:00?” Rob questioned a man sitting on a chipped-painted bench. It was a beautiful day, Central Park's trees were as green as ever, and the sun shined in between the little passages of the leaves.
“No, you're actually a bit early,” the man said, grinning.
“All this time, I think time is going by so fast, while really, its going by slower..” Rob groaned.
“You're saying that like it's a bad thing..” the man pointed out.
The man was obviously Mexican, with his dark skin and black, thin hair. His clothes were dirty, his blue jeans had huge holes in the knees, and his white t shirt was wrinkly and had stains here and there. And the wasn't the skinniest guy either.
“It is.” Rob exclaimed.
“You don't know what you're saying” the man mumbled, shaking his head.
“Humph. Try me” Rob smirked. “My life is just a wreck. Work's a hassle 'cuz I can't write any damn story, my girlfriend and I are fighting once again, my bills are way overdue.. When will this weekend come?” Rob added as his head arched back in frustration.
The man just laughed, and Rob shot him a glare.
“Why you laughing?”
“You think that's bad? Man, are you serious.. Suck it up, guy. You're actually on the lucky side.”
“Oh really?” Rob said between his teeth, cocking his head to one side. “Tell me more, big guy. Gimme' you're best shot.”
“Alright, fine.” the man said, clearing his throat.
Before he could say anything else, the bus came to a stop in front of them. The man got up from the bench and climbed aboard, Rob following behind him.
“Where to, guys?” the bus driver asked with a bright smile.
“Bronx please.” the man said.
Rob shot him a confused look. “Hey,hey,hey wait a second I gotta get to work before my butt gets whooped by my boss for being late.”
“You want a story to write about or not?” the man questioned him, looking at rob until the bus started moving. Rob immediately shut up and started playing with his blackberry phone.
“My name's Marty by the way. Short for Martin.” Marty said as he stared at the blackberry, like he had never seen a phone in his life.
“Rob” Rob said shortly, smiling a bit.
“Dude, what is that?” Marty asked, his eyebrows arching.
“A blackberry.”
“Uh, no it's not. That's not the blackberries I have in my fridge.”
Rob laughed, and then quickly stopped when he saw that Marty was not laughing along with him.
“It's a phone. You know, to call people and text..?” Rob said, his lips pursed.
“Ha, I wouldn't know that. You're lucky you can afford a phone that doesn't need a cord. And I'm not going to ask why that thing is called a blackberry...” Marty said, rolling his eyes.
Rob didn't say anything. He gazed out the window and his mouth dropped when the bus entered the dirty city. No wonder why the city was called Bronx, it had no color. There were buildings that were all bronze, no grass, just dirt and quiet roads filled with potholes. The houses were single floored, most of their bricks crumbling to the dull ground. There were no clothing stores, no tall buildings, no restaurants, only shabby liquor stores and abandoned buildings.
“Is this, is this where you live?” Rob said, his mouth still open.
“You bet it is.” Marty said.
They pulled up to one of the crappy houses, Marty running off the bus, while Rob slowly got out.
“You see, I don't live in a world where there are blackberrys, or beautiful parks, or where money exists. I live with what I got. My brother is what I got, and I'm lucky I can afford a mattress for us to share. And for us, having a refrigerator is like having a car for you people.” Marty said.
“Man, I'm sorry. I had no idea.” Rob said, still taking in his setting.
“Oh, trust me, I didn't even start my story yet.” Marty chuckled.
They walked and sat down on the cement door steps.
“My brother and I lived here since we were 7 years old. My parents divorced, because my father discovered that when my mother secretly won the lottery somewhere, she made up the dumbest excuses for not wanting to be with him. She wanted all the money for herself. According to her this wasn't the life she wanted and she wanted to live on the west coast of the country to start new. She moved away a month later, leaving her family in the dark. And what ev | | You guys today. Your stories always end so abruptly. |
|