No matter how you spin it, it's still the same song...
White folks get their fraternities suspended because of drunk induced injuries. We get our fraternities suspended because we beat the shit out of people.
College Fraternity Chapter Suspended
STATE COLLEGE, Pa. (AP) - Tau Kappa Epsilon fraternity suspended its Penn State University chapter after the chapter was charged with providing alcohol to a 20-year-old student who was injured when she later fell from her eighth-floor apartment window.
Kevin Mayeau, the fraternity's executive vice president and chief executive officer, said Thursday that he "thought there was enough credible information" to take action against the chapter.
The fraternity was charged Tuesday with selling or furnishing alcohol to minors. District Attorney Ray Gricar said it could be fined up to $2,500.
It was unclear how Natalie Paglione fell from the window, but police said she had a blood-alcohol level of 0.135 percent, well above the legal limit for driving. She suffered back, arm and leg injuries, and one of her kidneys had to be removed. She has since been released from a hospital.
When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me bitch. When I stand up for those I love, they call me bitch. When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.
Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me. When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch.
The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.
It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.
I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!
So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.
And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.
B - Babe I - In T - Total C - Control of H - Herself
B = Beautiful I = Intelligent T = Talented C = Charming H = Hell of a Woman
B = Beautiful I = Individual T = That C = Can H = Handle anything.
Relief that I am back at home and out of the coldness of the Mid-West. I actually had to pull out my gloves, my wool coat, and my hat for this trip (something that I haven't done in the month of October since I moved to the south). I now realize that Michigan is nothing but a gray-sky ridden, traffic-laden, pot-hole-having state. Good riddence!
The flight back was interesting. They have remodled DTW and it reminds me of the United wing at ORD. There is even a glamour red tram that takes you from terminal to terminal. If you opt out of riding the tram, walking to the gate will take you by places such as The Henry Ford Museum, The GM Store, The Motown Store, and Brooks Brothers. I'm not really sure how the latter fits in, but maybe the "Brooks Brothas" were from the east side of Detroit? (Not funny, right?)
Anyway, back to the flight. Before boarding, I decided to get a Grande Chocolate Brownie Frappuchino (and wouldn't you know they fucked it all up with whipped cream and chocolate oozing down the side...can't anyone get it right except for Howard Shultz?)...I drank half the thing before we took off and the next thing I know...I have to pee. Mind you, I am in the window seat and have to wait for the captain to turn off the seatbelt sign, and what seems like eternity, the "ding" finally rings and I get up.
"Oh, mamn? You're gonna have to wait until I get the drink cart out of the way before you use the bathroom. It's gonna be awhile."
"That's ok. I'll go to the front up in First Class."
"Well, you're gonna have to wait up there too until she gets finished."
"Whatever."
I walk up to the front and Ms. Flight Attendent blocks my move to scooch through by tilting the cart and telling me:
"Mamn, it's gonna be awhile. I have to finish up here."
"Well, can't I just get by--"
"You'll have to wait a minute."
My bladder is getting angry...I'm typing out the letter to NWA in my head: To Whom It May Concern, I am writing this letter with regards to an accident that occured on flight 1475 that I was involved in. Due to the lack of cooperation from your flight staff, I was faced with the unavoidable event of--
"Look, I just had a big cup of Starbucks before boarding and I'm not able to wait much longer..."
The flight attendent looks at my with this hateful look. She's got two choices. She can either let me pee in the lavoratory, or pee in the aisle."
She moves the cart to the side. "Here, go on by..."
I wish they would put out the old school Sesame Street episodes on DVD! Schoolhouse Rock has finally emerged on DVD, why not Sesame Street? I remember I even met Susan one time at the mall! She autographed a picture for me and everything.
I've got a good memory...I must've watched Seame Street during the 70's and that is 20+ years ago! But when I ask other people about some of the episodes, everyone thinks I'm crazy!
Does anyone remember the lady with the white go-go boots, the pink jumper, and the afro bigger than all the Jackson 5 put together...remember how she started her car with the letter "R"?
What about the counting segment, when there's a bunch of race cars, and bats, or something like that that all line up when the lady is singing really fast, "ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR-FIVE-sixseveneight...niiiiiiiiiiiiiiine...teeeeeeeeeen!
Remember the tall building where they were stacking up these big red letters on top of the building with a crane?
Didn't Kermit "Theeee" Frog get blown away by a tornado in one of his reporting segments?
Did the kid shopping for "a loaf of bread and a stick of butta..." ever go home, or was he too scared because he forgot what he was supposed to get at the store?
And while we're on food, didn't someone "hanker for a hunk of cheese"? Oh, my bad. That was the ABC Health and Nutrition segment. You remember the cartoon dude with the boots. Wasn't there also one where Don Quiote was chasing a windmill with a toothbrush? Didn't the Schoolhouse Rock guy sing about Beans & Rice and how they were nice? Am I imagining this???
Back to Sesame Street...
Remember at the end of each episode, while the Sesame Street theme song was fading out...each show was "Brought to you by the letter "(fill in your letter of choice)". Why, for a brief moment as a 3 year old, did I think "brottuyu" was a word? Why? Why? Why?
You can't go anywhere without some drama. Not only did I stay at a hotel in Adams Morgan that was full of clowns and old white firefighters...but why of all the times I go to DC, there's a killer on the loose in the area? Messed up my whole weekend...found myself looking all around while walking the streets. When it came time for dinner on Friday, I found myself being extra vigillent:
"Table for 2?"
"Uh, yes. Please."
"Would you like to sit outside on the patio?"
"NO. Can we sit inside...please?"
"Sure Madam. Is this table ok?" He points to the table in front of the window facing Connecticut Ave.
"NO. Do you have a table in the back? Away from the window...please...if you don't mind."
Suspects Sought in Youth Mob Death Wed Oct 2,10:21 AM ET By KEVIN ORLAND, Associated Press Writer
MILWAUKEE (AP) - The confrontation started with an egg tossed by a 10-year-old boy and ended in a mob beating that killed a 36-year-old man, authorities said.
Using rakes, milk crates, bats and boards, the gang of youngsters beat to death Charlie Young Jr. The attack was so brutal it left blood spattered on the ceiling of a porch.
Ten attackers, ages 10 to 18, are in custody and six others were being sought Wednesday, police said.
"I've seen brutality of this nature, but never from the number of individuals that are involved here ... certainly not the ages," Police Chief Arthur Jones said Wednesday on NBC's "Today" show.
The attack happened in a north side neighborhood known for crime.
Police gave this account:
A band of boys was walking down the street when they coaxed one of the youngest of them, the 10-year-old, to throw an egg at Young.
The egg hit him in the shoulder, and he started to chase the boy down the street. When a 14-year-old member of the group intervened, Young punched him in the face, knocking out one of his teeth.
That triggered another chase — this time with 16 boys running after the man.
Young was caught just as he reached Anthony Brown's porch. He fought his way inside, but the youths broke windows so they could get into the living room and stop Brown from locking Young safely inside, police said.
The boys pulled Young out onto the porch, and that's when the worst pummeling began, according to witnesses.
"They were pounding on him and hollering, saying 'Hey, let me use that,'" Brown said Tuesday. "It was like a game to them."
The group continued to beat Young until police responded to a neighbor's 911 call. Young suffered severe brain injuries and was declared dead Tuesday, Froedtert Memorial Lutheran Hospital spokesman Mark McLaughlin said.
Erinn Payne, who has lived her entire life around the corner from where the beating happened, didn't do anything when she saw the attack. She said she thought the children were beating an animal.
"I'm not going to say you get used to it, but you deal with it and you have to just move on," said Payne, 22.
Five of the attackers — three 13-year-olds and a 15-year-old — appeared in court Tuesday evening, where a court commissioner ordered them held in a detention facility until they are charged.
Milwaukee District Attorney E. Michael McCann has until Thursday to file charges against the 18-year-old and those in court Tuesday. His office will pursue homicide charges, but McCann would not say if the children would be charged as adults or juveniles.
Police said the youngsters weren't part of an organized gang and did not know Young.
Residents milled around the cracked streets Tuesday, stopping to talk to friends on porches and point at the television news vans that lined the block.
"It ain't nothing new," said William Kennedy, who was visiting friends in the neighborhood and lives a few blocks from where the beating happened. "I just watch the news at night to make sure it ain't anyone from my family."
