Mark Dania

Light travel day

Travis Pastrana doing backflips in front of the White House. America, fuck yeah.

Karmelo Anthony supporter: "I don't give a f*ck about White lives... F*ck dat cracker. We smokin that Austin pack, pu**y!"

I grew up hating white people, and the scary part is that millions of young Black men are being brainwashed into that exact same mindset today. The education system feeds Black kids a steady diet of historical resentment until their undeveloped brains start picturing every single white person as the enemy. Blaming the white man for modern community struggles is a trap that keeps people broke and angry.

For folks who think the defense did a bad job: I assure you had they been sble to make up the facts it would have been different. They, like the defendant, were stuck with the facts as they are. They were also stuck with witnesses who may have been great in the office but cratered on the stand. They were stuck with a client who evidently was incapable of testifying on his own behalf, even at punishment. They did get a self defense instruction on the slenderest of evidence, and two bites at the second degree apple: pretty good lawyering under the circumstances. The only thing I question is the lack of folks to come in and say something good about the kid in punishment. That tells me that the prosecution had character evidence in their bag that would have made it even worse for the defendant. So if folks think there is evidence the jury did not hear the most likely thing is there is more bad evidence for the defendant out there

Cute theory, let's play it out. A monkey hoards a trillion bananas. The troop, enraged, beats him to death. They gather around the pile to feast at last. But... oh wait, there is no pile. It turns out the "bananas" were shares in a banana-launching company the dead monkey founded. The shares were worth a trillion because he was alive to run it. Now he is dead and the stock is worth $0. The retarded monkeys have clubbed their way into a recession. But it gets worse. Half the "bananas" were tied up in a rocket that supplies bananas to monkeys on the far mountain who had no bananas at all. Another chunk was tied up in a little satellite dish that beamed banana coordinates to the troop after a flood took out their trees. So now they realized they beat to death the only monkey who knew how the dish worked. So the monkeys sit there. No bananas. No rockets. No coordinates to get more banananas. Just a dead body and a powerful sense of fairness as they all now became infinitely poorer. OH And somewhere a smaller monkey watches the whole thing and quietly decides he will never build anything in front of these animals again.