On Fri, Oct 29, 2010 at 10:15 PM, Eric Roberts <[email protected]> wrote: > > Interesting. So there position doesn't matter unless they have the > power to change the law. > Principals or is it Principles > *********************** > No...thier personal position doesn't matter as long as they dont try and > force it on everyone else > **************************
So it doesn't matter if they have the power it's weather they try to use it? That's scary. Real scary. Do you vote :) > It certainly prevented things from getting worse and stemmed off the job > hemorrhaging... What jobs? Did the job market change in the last two weeks? Or are you claiming we would have been at 15% if not for this stupid pork bill? > Within a corporation...yup...it sure is...having worked for several > non-profits...yup. It's a non profit with hundreds of divisions. Anyway common sense will tell you a conservative think tank would not hire Bill Ayers. Next. > Jobs back to pre-Bush level? I guess you can pick any period before > 2001, the depression was pre-Bush. > ************* > Lol > ************* I knew you were joking. > a speculative bubble covering roughly 19952000 > > ************ > Roughly is a good word, I would say that bubble continued well into 2001. > ************ You said we never recovered from it, that would extend it roughly ten more years. > Well: > No talent, you need direction, you a pussy with a yeast infection :P > ********** > Just get out of grade school Sam? Come on that's a great song. uh, ohhhhh, baby, baby (uh ha ha ha ha) keep it thug and keep your heat na na na na Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that appose me, I think of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh) before they crowned there head is cut off, bodies is layin dead in the street its so fuckin pitiful, first they love me, could be the bitch that even live with you, mad at your riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh) cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do, but christal single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too, I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth, from jagz to bently's to plenty ass bitchs, cant keep their hands to there self nomore, i'm like Hue Hefner, you lessar, you just... wanna be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch, you social coward, you clown, you just wanna be down, so you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me, you wanna be me son, i'm the one and only, but you, wanna be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's, you fake, you could'nt come close on my worst day, but you wanna be me, i'll burn you and learn you a lesson, consernin is my profession, turnin ya my direction, you cant be me no even in your wildest fantasy, its childish, shit I haft ta resort to violance, pay me ahalf a million, i'll consult your album, and show you how to stay off my dick, thats the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man, when you gotta call out my name to get ya some fans, no tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a yeast infection, you unlucky, i'm your fuckin C section, plus i'm the last real nigga alive, toast glass L with-o the label, get high, rely, how many classics I gave you, perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I made you... i'm tryin to walk a straight line, while they tryin to take mine, I'm pass 8 miles of every state line, eating alegators and humming bird hearts, at the player ball preani suit, shupers watch (??), as real million-airs shittas take place (??), evil is hitlers hate race, people this is god's son, and i've come from the garden of pure peace, to represent the streets, you will see, that my plan is not to destroy a man, but to bring more to mankind and teach, every MC reach for your pens and papers, lesson 1 be creative, what you made of junior, cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand, and understand to battle Nas is not in ya plan, i'm the last real nigga alive, understand that, and you my offspring, a boss-sting(??), a bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that, Nas the king, where my cribs (??), where my benz at, play me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me, if I aint cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in, what the fuck were you nigga's thinkin, guns would clutch if I get an anklin that you commin for the kingpin, but I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha, take me out, try, try, try.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| Order the Adobe Coldfusion Anthology now! http://www.amazon.com/Adobe-Coldfusion-Anthology/dp/1430272155/?tag=houseoffusion Archive: http://www.houseoffusion.com/groups/cf-community/message.cfm/messageid:330639 Subscription: http://www.houseoffusion.com/groups/cf-community/subscribe.cfm Unsubscribe: http://www.houseoffusion.com/groups/cf-community/unsubscribe.cfm
