<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:33:58.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Palace of Wisdom</title><subtitle type='html'>So you have come here to enlighten yourself. Maybe you can seem intelligent to your poser friends?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-3675516667061085215</id><published>2010-06-13T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:29:38.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach Me How to Bafana Bafana</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you humanoids have been or are planning on watching any of the World Cup, but this is like the most fly thing I have seen in a long time. Its called The Bafana Bafana and its WAY better than any dumb ass dance (i.e. stanky leg) to come out of this country since the "Down the Way". Big Ups to South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/TBTc0chSGeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zqNfsQJZT4I/s1600/12g.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/TBTc0chSGeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zqNfsQJZT4I/s400/12g.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482249439983835618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-3675516667061085215?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/3675516667061085215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=3675516667061085215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3675516667061085215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3675516667061085215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2010/06/teach-me-how-to-bafana-bafana.html' title='Teach Me How to Bafana Bafana'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/TBTc0chSGeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zqNfsQJZT4I/s72-c/12g.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4645742972865271648</id><published>2010-05-10T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:43:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wouldn't Recommend Myself to Myself</title><content type='html'>While I know I have already given you apology, I feel that even that wasn't enough. I don't know why, but you are the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; female that I feel deserves better than that. Since I have been learning more about myself, why I do certain things, not only to myself but to other people, I have become better at explaining myself. From jump I told you that I was a work in progress, but I probably should have elaborated on that. Complex doesn't even begin to describe me. Layered. Ambitious. Dreamer. Believer. Heart Breaker. Not too proud of that last one miss lady. Not one bit. Never have been. You weren't the first and sadly you won't be the last. I have no idea what I would say to you if we were face to face. I'd probably be tongue tied to tell you the truth miss lady. I did something to you that I have had done to me before and why? Because of my lack of commitment. Not to you, but to my personal life. See my problem has always been that I really have had a hard time connecting with people. Not that many people "get" me. But you were willing to try, and to be honest, that was such a refreshing change. When I told you that just seeing your smile would change my whole day I was being completely honest with you miss lady. Your some what dry sense of humor would always leave me with a smile on my face that at times I thought would need to be surgically removed. I would like you to know that I fully anticipate you and I never having another meaningful conversation ever again. That miss lady is the most bitter pill to swallow of them all. Knowing that the destruction of this "relationship" is all on me is pretty heavy. I really didn't think my actions would come back to bite me in the ass. I don't know why that is though. Believe me miss lady, part of me wants to kick my own ass for what I did. And then there is this even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BIGGER&lt;/span&gt; part of me that can't believe I betrayed the trust of some one who I was starting to like, in the grown up way. To be honest miss lady, I was actually surprised when you asked me for my number. Hell, I was surprised you when said you were attracted to me. I couldn't believe that a beautiful woman like yourself would even want to converse with me. But in the brief time that we had, I felt like I had met someone who was just as blunt as I was. Again, it was refreshing. While I'm sure you have nothing but bad things to say about/to me (and believe me, I haven't even been my biggest fan recently), I want you to know that I'll always have your back miss lady. I know that that will take some time to not only regain you as some one who I not only enjoy, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; in my life, I do want you to know I am willing to do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt; it takes to make sure that happens. I know you would never recommend yourself to me, but maybe one day you can use me as a reference. I'd like you to know that I am not only working on trying to rebuild something that I fucked up royally, but myself as well. Maybe some day, you and I can get on the same page again. Hell, I'd like it if we were just reading from the same book. And just when you think no one has you miss lady and you need some one for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;, I would like to think you would come rap to me. It would not only make my day, but probably my life. What I would give just for you to wave at me. You don't want to know what I would give if it means you smiled at me and said hi. But until that happens, I'll be child like, waiting for a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/lost+ones"&gt;Jay-Z - Lost Ones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4645742972865271648?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4645742972865271648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4645742972865271648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4645742972865271648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4645742972865271648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wouldnt-recommend-myself-to-myself.html' title='I Wouldn&apos;t Recommend Myself to Myself'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8237709957487506486</id><published>2010-05-08T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:42:04.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Hookers and Cougars?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HcAckpvWi_A/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcAckpvWi_A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcAckpvWi_A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn you Something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8237709957487506486?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8237709957487506486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8237709957487506486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8237709957487506486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8237709957487506486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2010/05/russian-hookers-and-cougars.html' title='Russian Hookers and Cougars?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1893114511694824325</id><published>2010-05-04T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:50:01.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Tase Me Bro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/riCu3LJOgmk/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/riCu3LJOgmk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/riCu3LJOgmk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why you don't run onto the field, Bueller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1893114511694824325?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1893114511694824325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1893114511694824325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1893114511694824325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1893114511694824325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-tase-me-bro.html' title='Don&apos;t Tase Me Bro!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5275906126856603353</id><published>2010-04-28T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:30:02.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Artist of This Generation</title><content type='html'>Seriously, check him out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artst.com/profile/ArTisAn/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarrett Jamison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's your FREE plug JJ!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5275906126856603353?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5275906126856603353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5275906126856603353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5275906126856603353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5275906126856603353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2010/04/greatest-artist-of-this-generation.html' title='Greatest Artist of This Generation'/><author><name>Rev. 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Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1960709353941054785</id><published>2010-01-29T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:29:31.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-owX-EAib8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-owX-EAib8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1960709353941054785?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1960709353941054785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1960709353941054785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1960709353941054785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1960709353941054785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2010/01/foolin.html' title='Foolin'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8825166991959888997</id><published>2010-01-25T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:47:59.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQe2faE12rs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQe2faE12rs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8825166991959888997?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8825166991959888997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8825166991959888997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8825166991959888997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8825166991959888997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2010/01/stranded.html' title='Stranded'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8846071479272992481</id><published>2010-01-22T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:41:41.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to blast off!</title><content type='html'>thanx to Mr. Can'tStandtoBehave for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Call!&lt;br /&gt;LAST CALL!&lt;br /&gt;In a world of wishers; dare I dream?&lt;br /&gt;(Last call, LAST CALL)&lt;br /&gt;Of shiny buttons and fresh paint on this machine?&lt;br /&gt;(Last Call)&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few seats inside, two are for my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I needed, but I didn’t pack enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, last call!&lt;br /&gt;LAST CALL!&lt;br /&gt;For all who will hear.&lt;br /&gt;(Last Call)&lt;br /&gt;To those I held dear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the earth disappear and head into space…&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I won’t remember was the last time I saw your face.&lt;br /&gt;AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/snoop+dogg/track/i+wanna+rock+(the+kings+g-mix)+(feat.+jay+z)"&gt;Snoop Dogg - I Wanna Rock (The Kings G-Mix) (feat. Jay Z)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8846071479272992481?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8846071479272992481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8846071479272992481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8846071479272992481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8846071479272992481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-to-blast-off.html' title='Time to blast off!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8635825807464739463</id><published>2009-08-28T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:50:37.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes Need Saving Too</title><content type='html'>Now this post has been a long time coming, but with the &lt;a href="http://dolcethoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-as-hero-should-i-expect-him-to-be.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; from my friend &lt;a href="http://dolcethoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharrise&lt;/a&gt; has me writing it now. Now what is a hero? A hero is some one that saves some one else who is in some kind of peril. Whether it be physical, emotional or mental peril, a hero is going to save you. Well that is what I would like to think of myself as. Or that's how I used to think of myself. People don't want to be saved. In order for a person to be a hero, someone has to WANT to be saved. Now in my situation I thought I was doing this, but the "damsel in distress" turned out she didn't want to be saved. Now that's all fine and well. but she shouldn't have made your hero (me) jump through so many obstacles only to let her be the only one I couldn't over come. Now I'm fine with all of this because now your hero is going to play a role he is REALLY good at: the VILLAIN. How can some one show you so much affection (a lot more than he normally show ANYONE) only to have her lie about her relationship with me to other people but when confronted lied to me. This is exactly why I am no long a hero because I am tired of saving (or trying to save) people only to get shitted on. Is some of this my fault? I'm sure it is but then again, everything is my fault. See I'm sure there were things I could have done differently but hey, I'm human. But then again ain't I supposed to be absorbed in myself? I don't want to here that I shouldn't be a dick to people because that puts bad energy into the universe, but people need to understand that once you are tired of being the hero, you have to become the villain. When you are no longer the hero, people don't expect much from you. They don't look to you when they are in trouble. They don't expect you to save the day. I can no longer save the day. Or any one for that matter. Maybe someone should try to save your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jefferson+airplane/track/somebody+to+love"&gt;Jefferson Airplane - Somebody To Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8635825807464739463?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8635825807464739463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8635825807464739463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8635825807464739463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8635825807464739463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/08/heroes-need-saving-too.html' title='Heroes Need Saving Too'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8457229748704339743</id><published>2009-08-25T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:58:06.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>The expression of whether it is premodern enlightenment or postmodern enlightenment, traditional enlightenment or evolutionary enlightenment is the expression of that consciousness that is always inherently free from time. In order for your own self, at the level of consciousness, to demonstrate freedom from time and history in a dynamic and significant way, you need to do whatever it takes to accept responsibility for anything and everything that has happened to you as an evolving self in time that could prevent that which transcends time from awakening within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/off+that"&gt;Jay-Z - Off That&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8457229748704339743?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8457229748704339743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8457229748704339743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8457229748704339743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8457229748704339743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/08/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1452971953748735118</id><published>2009-08-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:16:05.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabotage</title><content type='html'>While I haven't been blogging in a while I have been having a lot going on in my life. I went on vacation with Donny and Byndon and that was really really relaxing. We had a fun time in Maryland. Anyways, this post is going to be probably my darkest and most introspective about me. First I would like to say that while everyone is their most harshest critic, but not like I am. I have always had this self destruction button that I seem to fall on every time something even remotely good happens in my life. I wonder why I do this? Why do I feel that I'm not good enough for any one or anything? While my whole life I have always put people and their feelings and emotions ahead of my own. Which is an honorable thing to do, but have I done this to my own detriment? Maybe I am over thinking everything? Maybe I'm to paranoid? Or maybe I'm right. Maybe I am expecting too much from myself? Or maybe I am expecting too much, too soon, from others? Maybe I want too much? I don't know what the correct answer is. But hey, its life. I like to think I am patient person, but I haven't been lately. Maybe my inability to communicate properly will (or has) cost me in the end? I don't know. Why do I constantly sabotage myself? I need some one to help me with this problem before its too late. It feels like it already might be. Maybe I should seek some professional help. Sometimes I don't want the world to see me, because I just don't think they'd understand. Maybe I should just distance myself from everyone until I figure this thing out? Maybe I should be by myself, that way other people who I honestly care about (I don't know if the person I am speaking of will read this but I hope they do because &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY DO care&lt;/span&gt; about them), don't get hurt emotionally because I'm such a fucking lose cannon. While I would never &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; do anything to hurt this person in any way, part of me realizes that if I don't get this right, I will. And that my friend is a classic case of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sabotage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who wants to save me? (AND IF I GET ONE RELIGIOUS REFERENCE I WILL SPAZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/goo+goo+dolls/track/iris"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Iris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1452971953748735118?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1452971953748735118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1452971953748735118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1452971953748735118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1452971953748735118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabotage.html' title='Sabotage'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4676058111149938577</id><published>2009-07-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:54:32.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm in a Game of One-Upsmanship with my Hero.</title><content type='html'>So Keith Olberman every year has a Worst Person in the World list or what ever (and let some people tell it, I'd win in a landslide). My hero Stephen Colbert is just on his game and I don't know how I'm going to compete with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/238640/july-15-2009/stephen-wants-to-be-the-worst-person-in-the-world'&gt;Stephen Wants to Be the Worst Person in the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;www.colbertnation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:238640' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/full-episodes'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/video/tag/Jeff+Goldblum'&gt;Jeff Goldblum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4676058111149938577?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4676058111149938577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4676058111149938577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4676058111149938577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4676058111149938577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-im-in-game-of-one-upsmanship-with-my.html' title='So I&apos;m in a Game of One-Upsmanship with my Hero.'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-3781372310012328255</id><published>2009-07-16T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:10:08.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Remembering Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>So apparently some guy named Michael Jackson died recently. I can tell you one thing, I'm going to miss all the coverage about the coverage of this random person's death. Oh and I had an absolute ball in Maryland. Now its time to get back to business. You know, being your hero, saving the world from its own obsequious, recalcitrant selves. Maybe some day you can be as (dramatic pause) awesome as me. Here's some clips from my hero for you posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/233359/july-13-2009/remembering-remembering-michael-jackson'&gt;Remembering Remembering Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;www.colbertnation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:233359' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/full-episodes'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/video/tag/Jeff+Goldblum'&gt;Jeff Goldblum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/103115/september-20-2007/craziest-f--king-thing-i-ve-ever-heard---mayo-kitchen'&gt;Craziest F#?king Thing I've Ever Heard - Mayo Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;www.colbertnation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:103115' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/full-episodes'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/video/tag/Jeff+Goldblum'&gt;Jeff Goldblum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-3781372310012328255?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/3781372310012328255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=3781372310012328255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3781372310012328255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3781372310012328255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/07/colbert-report-remembering-remembering.html' title='Remembering Remembering Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-3192167732939900146</id><published>2009-06-25T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:37:06.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Another Note, I'm about to take Another Vakay</title><content type='html'>So I'm on vacation in Maryland with my brother &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/juandondelacool"&gt;Donny&lt;/a&gt; and I came across this. Now this just through me for a loop as I maintain that S&amp;O is the most dangerous block in Cincinnati and WH is the most dangerous hood in Cincinnati but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the most dangerous neighborhood in America?  According to data compiled by Dr. Andrew Schiller and NeighborhoodScout.com  the most dangerous neighborhood in the United States is in...  Cincinnati, Ohio? Specifically, the "Brewery District" of the Cincinnati neighborhood known as "Over the Rhine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List of the 25 Most Dangerous Neighborhoods in America contains many such surprises.  Remember, this is not just a list of the most dangerous CITIES in the country, this top 25 list breaks it down to a much more specific geographical area... neighborhoods within cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cities with the top 25 dangerous neighborhoods in the United States are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Cincinnati, Ohio (Central Pky./Liberty St.)&lt;br /&gt;   2. Chicago, Ill. (State St./Garfield Blvd.)&lt;br /&gt;   3. Miami, Fla. (7th Ave./North River Dr.)&lt;br /&gt;   4. Jacksonville, Fla. (Beaver St./Broad St.)&lt;br /&gt;   5. Baltimore, Md.(North Ave./Belair Rd.)&lt;br /&gt;   6. Kansas City, Mo. (Bales Ave./30th St.)&lt;br /&gt;   7. Memphis, Tenn. (Warford St./Mount Olive Rd.)&lt;br /&gt;   8. Kansas City, Mo. (Forest Ave./41st St.)&lt;br /&gt;   9. Dallas, Texas (Route 352/Scyene Rd.)&lt;br /&gt;  10. Richmond, Va. (Church Hill)&lt;br /&gt;  11. Memphis, Tenn. (Bellevue Blvd./Lamar Ave.)&lt;br /&gt;  12. Dallas, Texas (2nd Ave./Hatcher St.)&lt;br /&gt;  13. Springfield, Ill. (Cook St./11th St.)&lt;br /&gt;  14. St. Louis, Mo. (14th St./Dr. Martin Luther King Dr.)&lt;br /&gt;  15. Little Rock, Ark. (Roosevelt Rd./Bond St.)&lt;br /&gt;  16. Philadelphia, Pa. (Broad St./Dauphin St.)&lt;br /&gt;  17. Tampa, Fla. (Amelia Ave./Tampa St.)&lt;br /&gt;  18. New York, N.Y. (St. Nicholas Ave./125th St.)&lt;br /&gt;  19. Chicago, Ill. (66th St./Yale Ave.)&lt;br /&gt;  20. Baltimore, Md. (Orleans St./Front St.)&lt;br /&gt;  21. Cleveland, Ohio (Cedar Ave./55th St.)&lt;br /&gt;  22. Orlando, Fla. (East-West Expy/Orange Blossom Trl.)&lt;br /&gt;  23. Detroit, Mich. (Mount Elliott St./Palmer Ave.)&lt;br /&gt;  24. Chicago, Ill. (Wallace St./58th St.)&lt;br /&gt;  25. Chicago, Ill. (Winchester, Ave./60th St.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The methodology and data used to determine the list of the 25 most dangerous neighborhoods in America is simple and utilizes information from many reliable third party sources.  Using FBI data from 17,000 different agencies Dr. Schiller and his team looked at key indicators as identified within the FBI Uniform Crime Reports. Incidents and rates per 1,000 people in a neighborhood population for specific violent crimes were then calculated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violent crimes considered by Dr. Schiller as key indicators of a "dangerous neighborhood" are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * murder&lt;br /&gt;    * non-negligent manslaughter&lt;br /&gt;    * forcible rape&lt;br /&gt;    * armed robbery&lt;br /&gt;    * aggravated assault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other crimes like date rape, domestic assault and child abuse (not classified as aggravated), and petty theft were excluded from the data.  Property crimes, however, were incorporated in to the rating given to the various neighborhoods identified in the study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers looking to identify the most dangerous neighborhood in America compiled ratings for each of these factors.  An overall rating was assigned to neighborhoods based on a combination of violent crime data and property crime figures.  A prediction was then made of the likelihood, per 1000 people in the neighborhood, that a resident would fall victim to one of the identified crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The data was collected over a period of three years and deviations were added.  Confounding variables such as socio-economic conditions, proximity to social service centers, policing resources per area, and age/condition of the neighborhood were not factored into the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-3192167732939900146?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/3192167732939900146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=3192167732939900146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3192167732939900146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3192167732939900146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-another-note-im-about-to-take.html' title='On Another Note, I&apos;m about to take Another Vakay'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5573502520561367490</id><published>2009-06-19T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:02:15.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How About You Just Shut Up &amp; Win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="440" height="361"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://espn.go.com/videohub/player.swf?mediaId=4271913"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://espn.go.com/broadband/player.swf?mediaId=4271913" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="440" height="361" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5573502520561367490?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5573502520561367490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5573502520561367490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5573502520561367490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5573502520561367490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-about-you-just-shut-up-win.html' title='How About You Just Shut Up &amp; Win!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-2658778245846292055</id><published>2009-05-19T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:45:26.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AmAZing</title><content type='html'>I've been on hiatus for a while (from everything), and now I need to get back at it. Its go time. Donny I haven't been ducking you jack off. Your hero and paragon of virtue, is going to show you WHY I am a hero to inner city youth, and WHY I say I am as great as I think I am, and WHY well frankly I'm just better than most of the people you know. Now for all of you haters/posers please keep doing what you are doing, because the Universe has a plan for you and me, only she wants to bless an honorable, righteous man such as myself. Stay enlightened and stay up (like Viagra). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there is a certain someone who is upset with me I feel like but I'm not going to let it get to me because I'm over the whole situation. We're adults now so lets let this petty shit go. I think we are too good of friends to let something this petty come between us, but then again we might not be as good of friends as I thought. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be alienating people I actually like. But you know, I do like this toxic vibe I am putting out. I like being the "poison" because like chemo, I'm the cure for what ails you. On the plus side there is a certain some one who might make me do the grown up thing with my life. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/kanye+west/track/amazing"&gt;Kanye West - Amazing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-2658778245846292055?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/2658778245846292055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=2658778245846292055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2658778245846292055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2658778245846292055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing.html' title='AmAZing'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-6375574897640601359</id><published>2009-04-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:54:42.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Won't Get Laid Wearing That</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jadakiss/track/letter+to+b.i.g.+(bonus)"&gt;Jadakiss - Letter To B.I.G. (Bonus)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-6375574897640601359?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/6375574897640601359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=6375574897640601359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6375574897640601359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6375574897640601359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-wont-get-laid-wearing-that.html' title='You Won&apos;t Get Laid Wearing That'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-7020988041010295800</id><published>2009-04-06T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:33:07.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King of My World</title><content type='html'>I have had an unbelievable weekend. A fucking travel nightmare. And I'm a getting increasingly agitated, ornery, and just not a pleasant person to be around. Feels like I'm on an island all alone and no one wants anything to do with me. Which is what I have always wanted. I need to free my mind from everything. Lucid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/saliva/track/king+of+my+world"&gt;Saliva - King of My World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-7020988041010295800?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/7020988041010295800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=7020988041010295800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7020988041010295800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7020988041010295800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/04/king-of-my-world.html' title='King of My World'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4863955579226737864</id><published>2009-03-31T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:44:44.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of a Mad Man?</title><content type='html'>If it is indeed the calm before the storm that indicates trouble then you assholes in H-Wood better board up your windows and motherflippin' evacuate because Hurricane (Dramatic Pause) Silas (get it?) is about to blow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a thin line between genius and insanity then I must have stepped over it and I don't even know what side I am on at times (like now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing this voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope people take what I do personally. (Even though it's just business, you should want to be the best at what you are doing and that's all I'm trying to do geek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting antsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if you bred a shark and a whale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my Karma God continue to (at times) mock me? Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back on my yoga game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nati bound shortly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas Jones is your favourite actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/queen/track/under+pressure"&gt;Queen - Under Pressure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4863955579226737864?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4863955579226737864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4863955579226737864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4863955579226737864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4863955579226737864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/03/musings-of-mad-man.html' title='Musings of a Mad Man?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5433168239275888463</id><published>2009-03-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:54:28.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_AsZCFd7-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_AsZCFd7-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5433168239275888463?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5433168239275888463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5433168239275888463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5433168239275888463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5433168239275888463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-up.html' title='Stay Up'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5048525070951541161</id><published>2009-03-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:01:15.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Barz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px; text-align:right'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/222214/march-19-2009/conservative-rap-battle---michael-steele-s-response'&gt;Conservative Rap Battle - Michael Steele's Response&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none' href='http://www.comedycentral.com'&gt;comedycentral.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:222214' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/full-episodes'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://ccinsider.comedycentral.com/2009/03/23/breaking-colbert-wins-nasas-node-3-naming-contest/'&gt;NASA Name Contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5048525070951541161?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5048525070951541161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5048525070951541161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5048525070951541161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5048525070951541161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-barz.html' title='Hot Barz!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-9038031671292157163</id><published>2009-03-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:37:06.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Hug It Out Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/ScLlC5UbXSI/AAAAAAAAABw/caSGSU5GaKs/s1600-h/0319_piven_snoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/ScLlC5UbXSI/AAAAAAAAABw/caSGSU5GaKs/s400/0319_piven_snoop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315062348159606050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explains a lot about Ari Gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-9038031671292157163?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/9038031671292157163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=9038031671292157163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/9038031671292157163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/9038031671292157163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-hug-it-out-bitch.html' title='Let&apos;s Hug It Out Bitch!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/ScLlC5UbXSI/AAAAAAAAABw/caSGSU5GaKs/s72-c/0319_piven_snoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8991014768030882668</id><published>2009-03-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:30:35.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the One You Call, Dr. FeelGood</title><content type='html'>Big ups to Amtrak, the Rat Pakk and everybody coming out the 513&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFUxfO1OmGE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFUxfO1OmGE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/papoose/track/recognize+a+%22g%22"&gt;Papoose - Recognize A "G"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8991014768030882668?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8991014768030882668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8991014768030882668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8991014768030882668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8991014768030882668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-one-you-call-dr-feelgood.html' title='He&apos;s the One You Call, Dr. FeelGood'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4783321241154753019</id><published>2009-03-13T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:49:55.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nightmare on Wall Street</title><content type='html'>Its Friday the 13th so I'd thought this would be nice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Stewart is to Wall Street what Freddy Kruger is to Elm Street. I got the sense that Jon Stewart did this for everyone who has been getting fleeced in this bullshit economy. 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clear:left;' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:221518' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' flashvars='autoPlay=false' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class='cc_links' style='float:left; clear:left; width:358px; border:solid 1px #cfcfcf; border-top:0px; font:10px Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; color:#b9b9b9; background-color:#f5f5f5;'&gt;&lt;div style='width:177px; float:left; padding-left:3px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/index.jhtml'&gt;Daily Show Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.comedycentral.com/shows/important_things/index.jhtml'&gt;Important Things w/ Demetri Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='width:177px; float:left;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://blog.indecisionforever.com/2009/03/13/jon-stewart-and-jim-cramer-the-extended-daily-show-interview/'&gt;Jim Cramer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4783321241154753019?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4783321241154753019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4783321241154753019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4783321241154753019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4783321241154753019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/03/nightmare-on-wall-street.html' title='A Nightmare on Wall Street'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-850873561301463725</id><published>2009-03-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:57:07.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>Enlightenment is the only true Dharma of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/timbaland+%26+magoo/track/cop+that+shit"&gt;Timbaland &amp; Magoo - Cop That Shit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-850873561301463725?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/850873561301463725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=850873561301463725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/850873561301463725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/850873561301463725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4714551667216734567</id><published>2009-03-04T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:58:35.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey wanna play some pong and get Herpes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type='text/css'&gt;.cc_box a:hover .cc_home{background:url('http://www.comedycentral.com/comedycentral/video/assets/syndicated-logo-over.png') !important;}.cc_links a{color:#b9b9b9;text-decoration:none;}.cc_show a{color:#707070;text-decoration:none;}.cc_title a{color:#868686;text-decoration:none;}.cc_links a:hover{color:#67bee2;text-decoration:underline;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class='cc_box' style='position:relative'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.comedycentral.com' target='_blank' style='display:inline; float:left; width:60px; height:31px;'&gt;&lt;div class='cc_home' style='float:left; border:solid 1px #cfcfcf; border-width:1px 0px 0px 1px; width:60px; height:31px; background:url("http://www.comedycentral.com/comedycentral/video/assets/syndicated-logo-out.png");'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='font:bold 10px Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; float:left; width:299px; height:31px; border:solid 1px #cfcfcf; border-width:1px 1px 0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#707070; position:relative;'&gt;&lt;div class='cc_show' style='position:relative; background-color:#e5e5e5;padding-left:3px; height:14px; padding-top:2px; overflow:hidden;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.colbertnation.com/' target='_blank'&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style='position:absolute; top:2px; right:3px;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class='cc_title' style='font-size:11px; color:#868686; background-color:#f5f5f5; padding:3px; padding-top:1px; line-height:14px; height:21px; overflow:hidden;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/220488/march-03-2009/beer-pong-herpes-outbreak' target='_blank'&gt;Beer Pong Herpes Outbreak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style='float:left; clear:left;' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:220488' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class='cc_links' style='float:left; clear:left; width:358px; border:solid 1px #cfcfcf; border-top:0px; font:10px Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; color:#b9b9b9; background-color:#f5f5f5;'&gt;&lt;div style='width:177px; float:left; padding-left:3px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/full-episodes'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='width:177px; float:left;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/220268/march-02-2009/michael-steele-gets-served&lt;br /&gt;'&gt;Rap Battle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.jokes.com'&gt;Joke of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4714551667216734567?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4714551667216734567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4714551667216734567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4714551667216734567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4714551667216734567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-wanna-play-some-pong-and-get-herpes.html' title='Hey wanna play some pong and get Herpes?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-363499592814214891</id><published>2009-02-22T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:13:59.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. My dreams are haunted. My ego is placated to. Every waking moment some how relates to my obsession. It drives me and is the reason I uprooted my life. Its the reason I have been busting my ass for the last 18 months. Not the money. Not the women. Not the lifestyle. I have fantasized about the moment, you know trying to simulate the feeling, the rush. That moment in time when my life will crystallize and I can say a big &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to everyone that told me I couldn't. And I never can seem to get it just right. There is an empty feeling when ever I do dream about it. This little fucking statue has caused me many of sleepless nights, countless rejection and some times utter heartbreak. But this fucking statue also has the power to solidify my place as one of the greats in this business. This statue can and will make my career and life. Now, the Oscars just ended about 30 minutes ago and I'll give you my thoughts and a quick recap of tonight's event. Now as most of you know I want one of these things more than anything and just thinking about it gives me a hard on. I NEED TO WIN AN OSCAR! PERIOD. End of discussion. That is the only thing I want out of this business. I'm so gay for that statue. Now for the recap, Rourke got robbed (Penn was great in Milk and gave Mickey a shout out in his acceptance speech), Brangelina went home empty handed (I thought Jennifer Aniston KILLED with Jack Black. Good for her as I've always liked her and while I'm a fan of Angelina's, I've always liked Jenn better. Sorry Sherrise.), and Hugh Jackman further proved to me why he should just kill himself. Bring back Jon Stewart. Anyways, I liked that they brought out past winners in categories to wax poetically about the nominees. I'm also happy that Anne Hathaway (who I am ready to declare the best actress under 30) has finally broken out of her Disney built image and become recognized as a serious actress. I love everything about her from her looks to her personality. Anyways, the moral of this is that Silas NEEDS an Oscar. This is going to be a recurring thing with me I feel. Every year after the Oscars I have gotten more and more obsessed with this fucking statue. And if I don't get one God help the rest of you. And WHEN I get one, God help the rest you (because I would try to legally marry it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;). I'm hungrier than ever for it and I won't stop until I have one. And once I get one, I'm going to add more until there isn't a breath left in this talented body. Either get on board or get out of the way. Mr. Dramatic Pause will one day rule this Hollywood Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/hollywood"&gt;Jay-Z - Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-363499592814214891?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/363499592814214891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=363499592814214891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/363499592814214891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/363499592814214891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5094832550411161507</id><published>2009-02-19T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:00:43.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebony &amp; Ivory 2009?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4y09idVuelI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4y09idVuelI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5094832550411161507?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5094832550411161507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5094832550411161507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5094832550411161507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5094832550411161507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/02/ebony-ivory-2009.html' title='Ebony &amp; Ivory 2009?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4667877321203367517</id><published>2009-02-17T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:50:31.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like they are Speaking Directly to Silas</title><content type='html'>I have said this many of times and now my thoughts are a TV commercial? I want a royalty check(and a life time supply of her). Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AMqj5yb618&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AMqj5yb618&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4667877321203367517?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4667877321203367517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4667877321203367517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4667877321203367517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4667877321203367517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-like-they-are-speaking-directly-to.html' title='It&apos;s like they are Speaking Directly to Silas'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5253053420192729640</id><published>2009-01-25T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:46:09.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Priceless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8aprCNnecU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8aprCNnecU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5253053420192729640?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5253053420192729640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5253053420192729640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5253053420192729640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5253053420192729640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/01/fucking-priceless.html' title='Fucking Priceless!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-205063829433087700</id><published>2009-01-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:21:47.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Should be Out of a Job by Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/do6gs0M7vfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/do6gs0M7vfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-205063829433087700?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/205063829433087700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=205063829433087700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/205063829433087700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/205063829433087700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-should-be-out-of-job-by-now.html' title='He Should be Out of a Job by Now'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1655530446661388723</id><published>2009-01-15T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:59:47.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Use That in a Sentence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGdCeMayUjk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGdCeMayUjk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1655530446661388723?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1655530446661388723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1655530446661388723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1655530446661388723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1655530446661388723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-use-that-in-sentence.html' title='Can You Use That in a Sentence?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-882831271273809487</id><published>2009-01-08T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:37:31.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Some New People for Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7euub8HKOcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7euub8HKOcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujy_q4BNG4o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujy_q4BNG4o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-882831271273809487?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/882831271273809487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=882831271273809487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/882831271273809487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/882831271273809487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-some-new-people-for-once.html' title='Meet Some New People for Once'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-7943442959465827401</id><published>2008-12-23T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:19:35.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmaschanukwanzadan!</title><content type='html'>Here's a gift suggestion for that special some one in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4951b7a35b31ae56/4741e3c5156499a7/3e325d6f/-cpid/330ca633d3aff9ef" id="W4727a250e66f97234951b7a35b31ae56" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4951b7a35b31ae56/4741e3c5156499a7/3e325d6f/-cpid/330ca633d3aff9ef" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-7943442959465827401?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/7943442959465827401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=7943442959465827401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7943442959465827401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7943442959465827401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-christmaschanukwanzadan.html' title='Happy Christmaschanukwanzadan!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5288917901987183613</id><published>2008-12-15T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:56:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'sMyBitches?</title><content type='html'>Mike Epps at what I believe to be his funniest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEhY6W3XYjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEhY6W3XYjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/big+pimpin"&gt;Jay-Z - Big Pimpin'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5288917901987183613?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5288917901987183613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5288917901987183613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5288917901987183613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5288917901987183613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-pimpin.html' title='Where&apos;sMyBitches?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-2793586013478437643</id><published>2008-12-14T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:59:19.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Ringwald would be proud</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;This is actually really therapeutic! Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a note with 16 random things, shortcomings, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 16 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I am Handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I may or may not have seen said person stab some one with said boot (depends on who is reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I voted for Stephen Colbert/Don Hamilton in the 2008 Presidential Election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The plural of goose IS sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Stephen Colbert is THE FUNNIEST MAN alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I will ALWAYS LOVE HIP-HOP but I do love 80s music. Like bad 80s music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)I would probably kill myself if there were no sports in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)I can't go into most restaurants on the East Side of Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)I used to drink 40s in the morning before school when I was 16 with Donny Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)I have had to run from the police with Donny Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Its not an act, I really am in love with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)I probably will be the one that has to eliminate the world of Tom Cruise (its funny how Cruise rhymes with eliminate) (That's some Old School Family Guy for those who aren't hip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)I do have a blog. Its http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/ (check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Acting has consumed me and my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)I like to act like I am the most ignorant person in the room that way when something goes down I am absolved of any responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)I say things not only for shock value but I like to see people react to uncomfortable settings (it really tells to one's character)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/fall_out_boy/track/a_little_less_sixteen_candles_a_little_more_touch_me"&gt;Fall Out Boy - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-2793586013478437643?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/2793586013478437643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=2793586013478437643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2793586013478437643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2793586013478437643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/12/molly-ringwald-would-be-proud.html' title='Molly Ringwald would be proud'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-6826640848899343904</id><published>2008-12-11T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:41:50.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Year 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/myspace/http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyspace%2Ecom%2Fprimetime/embed/ZiDb1javBL34frX9PJY8BA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/myspace/http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyspace%2Ecom%2Fprimetime/embed/ZiDb1javBL34frX9PJY8BA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-6826640848899343904?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/6826640848899343904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=6826640848899343904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6826640848899343904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6826640848899343904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-year-2000.html' title='In the Year 2000'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-215985639206657207</id><published>2008-12-08T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:05:54.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Never Too Young to Start Pimpin'</title><content type='html'>This has to be the most gangsta little boy I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JI-LBkGBaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JI-LBkGBaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-215985639206657207?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/215985639206657207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=215985639206657207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/215985639206657207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/215985639206657207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-never-too-young-to-start-pimpin.html' title='Its Never Too Young to Start Pimpin&apos;'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4194321285430397473</id><published>2008-12-07T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:00:03.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Juice Won't be Loose</title><content type='html'>Now I know this post won't make me popular but hey with the mood I am in I could care less. Now everyone has an opinion on this topic that I am going to blog about. If you are over the age of 20 then obviously you have some recollection of what I am about to talk about. Or should I saw who I am about to talk about. Orenthal James Simpson. He's known to most of the world as O.J., but I sometimes refer to him as the Juice or the Killer (yes I went there). Now while majority of Americans and for that matter people have their own opinion of him I would like you to know that I am going to be as objective as possible. And by objective I mean I am going to tell you what I think of this once celebrated athlete. One of my earliest memories in life goes back to 1995 when I was 7 years old, and I remember turning on the TV after I got home looking to watch some cartoons. But they weren't on. Apparently some fucking nut was being chased in a White Ford Bronco (I just gave you a plug Ford Motor Company now where is my check? And don't pull that shit that you don't have any money because you tools own a football team). So I turned to my family and asked "who is that and why are they being chased?" And I'll never forget my grandpa telling me that it was O.J. And I asked "Who is that?" And my grandpa proceeded to tell me that he was arguably the greatest running back he had ever saw (and he saw Jim Brown in his PRIME). SO I didn't think anything of it. But as it got close to my 8Th birthday I noticed adults around me kept bringing this O.J. character up. Then 13 days before my birthday I remember the jubilation on everyone in my family's face. I just assumed that they were just as excited as I was for my birthday (yes I was self absorbed as a child too). But they weren't. They were happy he got acquitted. Now I didn't know what the hell that meant at the time. So as I got older I did my homework on him. And I have to say that my grandpa was right. He might have been the best running back ever. He is in the Top 5 for sure. Now I know what you are thinking: What does that have to do with what he did (or didn't do) that night in Brentwood. Well to understand him you have to understand how he got to where he is now. From what I have been told and what I have seen he was arguably the most celebrated and most recognizable athlete in America at the zenith of his career. You couldn't turn on a TV and not see his face in either a movie or a Hertz commercial (there is your plug Hertz, I'll be expecting my check in the mail). But something happened that none of us know that drove him to that fateful June night 14 years ago. Now while most black people think that he is innocent I do believe he is guilty. He had a history of beating his wife and I believe that he walked in on her and her new beau and in a fit of rage killed them. While I can never prove this, in my heart of hearts I believe this is what happened. Now while we all have an opinion on this lets not overlook that fact that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RACE&lt;/span&gt; reared its ugly head in the matter. While black people were jubilant, white people were to say the least pissed. How could someone get away with double murder? Well I'll try to offer an explanation that many probably hadn't thought of. First look at the time frame. It was 2 years after the cops that beat the shit out of Rodney King were acquitted (thus sparking the L.A. Riots). Now I feel that had they convicted him Hollywood would have gone up in smoke. Literally. Secondly, the jury was majority black and there was no way in hell that these people were going to convict their hero on a double murder charge. Now while some may see this as racist I see it as calling a spade a spade. While he wasn't found guilty on the double murder charge he was found liable in a wrongful death civil suit and ordered to pay $33.5 million. Now after going through "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the trial of the century&lt;/span&gt;" he wasn't about to get any endorsements to pay this hefty price tag. So what does the government do? They sell all of his valuable assets like his Heisman Trophy (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;side note:&lt;/span&gt; whomever currently has this I will be willing to buy it off of you but not a penny more that $100 because it ain't worth that much). So with all of these circumstances in play this leads him to "commit" armed robbery and kidnapping in Vegas. Now while O.J. insist that he was only trying to get his property back, the law saw it differently. This past Friday O.J. was sentenced to 9-33 years in jail. While some people see this as karmatic justice, I see this a faint attempt by the legal system to try and send him to jail. I believe he did do what he was accused of in Vegas (by the way kudos to him for telling the arresting officer "I thought what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas?" Classy Juice), but I think the sentenced was fairly harsh. Had he been Joe Schmo from Idaho would he have gotten such a harsh sentence? I mean the man is 61, not 21. But he did the crime so now it looks like he will have to do the time. Some people say he got what he deserved for what he did in Brentwood (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;allegedly&lt;/span&gt;) but I think that's bullshit. As much as the judge and prosecution wanted people to think it wasn't, it was. There was no way he could have gotten a fair trial because every single person in this country has an opinion of him and whether or not he is guilty of double murder. Think about how many people are in jail right now for crimes that they didn't commit? Are they getting any TV time for their cases? No. Why? Because they aren't famous. So while I think that he is guiltier than all shit I do think that his acquittal is karmatic justice for all of those who can't get a fair trial or have been convicted under false pretenses. We all have our opinion on O.J. but fair is fair and he worked the flawed system and obtained his freedom in 1995 so no one can be mad at that. A small part of me actually admires him for doing that because in this country's shadey history of treating minorities, one of them stuck it to the system and there is/was nothing they could do about it. Now while I'd advise the average person not write a hypothetical book about the said crime and how you would have committed them (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;allegedly&lt;/span&gt;), I would like to tell you that if you stick it to this country's legal system and get away with something like that you are on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIFETIME&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; probation. The one thing that O.J. is guilty off is being arrogant and smug(those are usually qualities I like in a person). He assumed that he could get away with anything because of who he was, but in reality its the opposite. You can't because you got away with double murder asshole. You play a lot of golf O.J., you have already gotten your mulligan. Now in regards to the book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If I Did It&lt;/span&gt;, I would have bought it. Most thought it was a confession, while some thought as a way for a killer (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;allegedly&lt;/span&gt;) to make money on how he got away with murder. I don't think this is the case. I think that a small part of him wanted to get that off of his chest. Clear his conscience. And according to the people who have read this book its a chilling account as to what had happen. Its almost as if he were there on the night in question. Which I think he was, but that's not here nor there. I believe that O.J. will spend the remainder of his born days in an 8x10 cell. Once one of the most recognizable figure in the world is now just a shell of his former self in a jail cell.  He had it all and in the blink of an eye lost it. Now he will have to sit in a prison cell for the next 9+ years and think about how his life has gotten to this point. O.J. Simpson will not be remembered by history for his amazing football career but for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;allegedly&lt;/span&gt; killing 2 people and getting away with it but ultimately going to jail not for a double murder but for armed robbery and kidnapping in Vegas. If you ask me, I don't think the Juice will ever be let loose again. Its hard to believe but one of America's most celebrated people will die in prison an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;accused &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;double murderer, armed robber and kidnapper. O.J. Simpson is a classic example of a tragedy and we all bore witness to his demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/theres+been+a+murder"&gt;Jay-Z - There's Been a Murder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4194321285430397473?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4194321285430397473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4194321285430397473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4194321285430397473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4194321285430397473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/12/juice-wont-be-loose.html' title='The Juice Won&apos;t be Loose'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1215220688205974879</id><published>2008-12-04T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:52:17.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Love H.E.R.</title><content type='html'>Once again I am going to say something that will not make me the most popular man in the world but hey who gives a fuck? Not me. Let me start by saying this "Happy Birthday Jay-Z". That's right this post will be about music and specifically the state of the Hip Hop/Rap game. Let me also state this: If you don't know that Hip Hop is different from Rap then you are about to get a history lesson. Or as we say here in the Palace of Wisdom, you are about to become enlightened. First off let me say that you can't say one person is "The best Rapper Alive" if the person whom you gave this title to before is still alive. Lets take the birthday boy Jay-Z. Now its no secret that I am the BIGGEST Hov fan. I can even make a case for him as being THE GREATEST RAPPER OF ALL-TIME (and in 2006 MTV agreed with me. Now I know I mega loath MTV and BET but if you watch one you have to reference the other as they are both caricatures of their former selves), but that's for another time and place. Now, a lot of people think that Jay-Z is a "sell out" because he "retired" and came back. Well he did take 3 years off and the Rap game didn't get better it got worse. I mean all of these Kats out here (in particular these Kats from the South) all sound the same and are all rapping about the same thing: "I got bricks, I got whips, I got chips, I got chicks" blah blah blah. To me that shows zero signs of growth as an artist and as a person. Let me phrase it like this, would you still kick it with a someone who played with Barbies/G.I. Joe's when you are 25? I know I wouldn't. And the most embarrassing thing about it all is that people are buying into this shit. Now I know what people are going to say "Silas you are just hating". Well if you really know me then you know I am not a hater. I'm just calling it like I see it. If you buy an album just for the beats then why isn't 9Th Wonder a platinum artist? It seems to me that the people my age (21+) don't seem to really understand what Hip Hop is or why people say its dying/dead. Now while I don't think that Hip Hop is dead I do believe that its been mortally wounded and is clinging to life support. And why do I believe this? Because of artist like Jeezy (who is SUPER OVERRATED), this Gucci Mane character and others like him. Now while I don't see why they are rapping about shit that other people were rapping about 10-12 years ago and making money off of you mindless sheep is beyond me but hey I'm not gonna hate a man's hustle. Now if all of you who are my age say you are on some "grown up shit" then don't you think its kinda lame to still be listening to some one rap about blow, money, cars, and women? Even though you bought an album like that 10 years ago basically saying the same thing? Seems wasteful if you ask me. But don't think I am going to ignore the elephant in the room: Wayne. Now I have been listen to Wayne since &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lights Out&lt;/span&gt; (which I think is one of his best albums). And if you ask anyone who knows me they know I only like a handful of shit he has done, whether its his song or he was featured on a track with some one. But with that being said when did he become the Best Rapper Alive? Last I checked he was copying Jay-Z's style (you know freestyling most if not all of his albums). So obviously he wants to be like Hov. Now lets move to Hov. Why does he get hated on so much? Is it because he's were 99% of people rapping now want to be at? Is it because he is fucking Beyonce? Is it because he left rap and came back? Oh and by the way for those who say Kingdom Come was shitty obviously doesn't listen to Hov. And the key word in that last sentence was listen. You might hear it but that doesn't mean you are listening. The first track of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kingdom Come&lt;/span&gt; should have been a clue that he still had it. And as far as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gangster&lt;/span&gt; goes, its a CONCEPT ALBUM people. That means its all tied together. You know, like a fucking movie. Now I heard something that I thought was crazy "Jay-Z hasn't been hot since &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blueprint&lt;/span&gt;." WHAT? So I take it whom ever said this hadn't heard &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Black Album&lt;/span&gt;? And if you look at his ENTIRE body of work, Jay-Z more or less since B.I.G. passed as been making peoples tracks hits. If you don't believe me ask his wife, or Memphis Bleek. The fact of the matter is people my age want some one who is close to their age to be the best when in actuality they don't want to admit that maybe the person whom they call the Best Rapper Alive is just an average ass rapper. Now the reason I have beef with Wayne is because he thinks just because you put out some "classic" mixtapes you can say anything you want on an album. Now if you people want to start comparing albums then we can have this conversation because numbers don't lie. Wayne has sold at the most 11 million albums world wide give or take. That doesn't even put him in Jay-Z's league or as Mercury Morris would say neighborhood. I'll go a step further and say that doesn't put him in the same hemisphere as Jay. Now all of you Wayne fans are gonna scream about how he has these legendary mixtapes and blah blah blah but you know what? Until Sound Scan can track them they don't mean much. Ask Papoose or Cassidy. So I'll just leave it at that. And as far as Jay-Z making a commercial album, I'll admit that he has gone commercial. But then again who hasn't? Last I checked Wayne is commercial but I don't hear anyone calling him out on it. Because if you didn't know they actually make music for everyone to enjoy, not just for black people. I mean in a sense most rappers have to go "commercial" if they want to stay relevant/popular because black people won't buy enough of your albums for you to be deemed successful. So don't hate Jay because he beat YOUR favourite rapper to the punch and has put a choke hold on the game. That's a sign of jealousy. And as far as you wack ass rappers go, there will always be a place for you because some people don't get tired of hearing about cars, weight, women and money. But if you ask me its those same people who "are hott" that have put Hip Hop in the state that its in. Real Hip Hop is Lupe, Common, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, The Roots, Aesop Rock, RJD2, 9Th Wonder, Little Brother, Brother Ali and things like that. So I hope some of you realize that what majority of you claim is Hip Hop is actually Rap, therefore you have probably never loved Hip Hop, but her half sister Rap and then again you only love her until something else better comes along to stimulate you small attention span. I think you mindless sheep need to realize that if you don't save Hip Hop now, you won't be able to say you loved it when its gone. Now Go green, Buy Black and keep it all PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/december+4th"&gt;Jay-Z - December 4th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1215220688205974879?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1215220688205974879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1215220688205974879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1215220688205974879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1215220688205974879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-still-love-her.html' title='I Still Love H.E.R.'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8064980448471745846</id><published>2008-11-25T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:34:57.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you drunk on Love then I suggest you get over it. Ma cry me a river, build a bridge &amp; get OVER IT!</title><content type='html'>This post has been long over due. I am going to shoot on certain people. I won't even say their names but if they ever read this (which I doubt) then they will know this is about them. Now you can ask any one that knows me fairly well, I'm not as big of an asshole as I would like you to think. I'm very opinionated but I will never force my opinion on to any one. I'm cool, calm and collected. But one thing I don't like is the bullshit that some people are on nowadays. I mean really? I am not a bad guy at all. Sure like the rest of you humanoids I have my flaws. But one thing I am not is a bad friend. Anytime any one has a problem and they need some one to talk to I'm always there for them. If I ask how's your family, I really want to know. Not just to make conversation. I wouldn't go out of my way and put so much into a friendship/relationship if I didn't care one iota. Now with that being said, why am I the one feeling like I did something wrong? When I didn't. If I call/text you and I don't hear back from you within a week then you have ZERO right to get mad at me if/when I get an attitude with you (which I didn't). Remember I'm the one people call or text at 3 am when they are hammered. I'm the one that people call when they are upset and need a shoulder to cry on. But yet all that seems to be in vain because certain people think that I have an attitude when I say that I'm over a certain situation. I'm sick of going out of my way and wasting my fucking time helping people and getting little to nothing in return. Maybe I should REALLY be all about Silas? Maybe I should be that same guy who cares about one thing: himself? Maybe I should just say fuck it and not give a shit about any one or anything? Or maybe I should just 86 your ass out of my fucking life once and for all and not put up with this bullshit anymore? Because frankly I AM OVER IT. This shit is getting absurd. I wouldn't go out of my way to text you to tell you have a great day or anything like that if I didn't care a little bit about you or our friendship. I understand that you might be busy with work/school and you don't have anytime to hit me back but damn a whole fucking month? Really? Then you get mad at me because you perceive me to have an attitude? But maybe you can't see that. How about this: You hit ME up when you have time because I'm not going out of my way anymore to help anyone that doesn't appreciate it. Lets not forget that you get mad at me if I don't hit you up within 24 hours of you contacting me. Maybe my New Years Resolution will be to not put up with the bullshit and headache that comes with trying to be a good friend because obviously our friendship only works when its convenient for you. Go Green &amp; Buy Black because I'm keeping it all PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/kanye+west/track/robocop"&gt;Kanye West - Robocop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8064980448471745846?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8064980448471745846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8064980448471745846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8064980448471745846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8064980448471745846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-drunk-on-love-then-i-suggest-you.html' title='If you drunk on Love then I suggest you get over it. Ma cry me a river, build a bridge &amp; get OVER IT!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1998602192942754650</id><published>2008-11-19T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:54:29.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Smallpox er I mean Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Well its time for me to once again stir the pot and get Society pissed at me. But what I am about to say is nothing but the truth so if you can't handle this then maybe its time you look in the mirror and start to evaluate your self. Now we are about a week away from one of the most bullshit holidays that we as Americans celebrate (next to Columbus Day), Thanksgiving. Now I'm gonna shoot on both holidays so bare with me as it might seem that I am just rambling but it'll all make sense in the end. First let me say this, Columbus Day is the most absurd holiday ever. I mean really? The Federal Government set aside a day of the year to honor a man who initiated the genocide of a people. Classy. Now I know what you are thinking, that's a pretty harsh statement Silas.  Well I don't think Germany has an Adolf Hitler Day for when he invaded Poland and started World War II. If they want to keep it a Federal Holiday, I think they should change the name of it to International Discoverers Day or something of that affect.  Now I used a term that a lot of people use only when referencing things like the Holocaust, Rwanda and Darfur: genocide. Now let me define the word as Webster's Dictionary defines it. Genocide(n.)-the deliberate and systematic destruction, in whole or in part, of an ethnic, racial, religious, or national group. Sounds like something that happened in this country that no one wants to speak about but I'll get to that later. Now I am by no means saying that Columbus took part in this (though it's not far fetched to believe he didn't), but Columbus should be held accountable for his role in it. Now, we all know that Columbus didn't discover the Americas. You can't discover something if some one is already there. That's like me saying I want to patent water. I can't. It was here before me and other knew about it. So I would greatly like for schools in this country to NOT teach that to kids growing up. However I will credit him with one thing and that is that he started the European Migration and colonization of The Americas. That leads me to Thanksgiving. We are all told this bullshit story of these Pilgrims on a boat coming from England because they were oppressed and blah blah blah. But lets step back and look at this for a second. Lets say you (and by you I mean you and your family) have lived in a place since your family can recall. Then all of a sudden these strange looking people who don't look like you show up in your front yard. Now obviously there will be a language gap. So Communication between you two is out of the question, at least verbally. So these strange looking people decide to set up shop in your back yard. Now a little know fact about the Pilgrims: they got so desperate on food that they were digging up fresh graves of Native Americans and eating the corpses. Pretty gross right? So now that's why Squanto and company helped these cannibals plant corn and what not out of fear that the Pilgrims would eat them. Because if some one you didn't know showed up on your property and demanded that you give them food what would you do? Only after do these nice people share their food with them and help them survive a harsh winter do they decide, "We should take this land for ourselves. Fuck these Redskins. We should claim this land as ours. We can call it Manifest Destiny." Classy move. We know it happened but why doesn't it get mentioned much? Is it because we as Americans want to romanticize the Pilgrims? Is it because we, as Americans, don't want think that we live in a country that was founded on the killing and wiping out of a race of people while We preach that "all men are created equal"?  Could it be that Americans like to think that "hey we gave them reservations so we gave them something back". Well that's all bullshit. Lets call a spade a spade people, no one every gives enough credit to the Native Americans who helped these jerk offs survive the first winter in a new, strange land, only to be systematically destroyed and forced off of the land when the weather gets warm. Oh and by the way we are going to celebrate this event on the 4Th Thursday of every November. Classy move. Now, another concern of mine around this time of year is why no one will call this what it is: the beginnings of a genocide. There was an entire race of people on this continent and to think that we, as Americans, celebrate the beginnings of their destruction is pretty absurd to me. Why don't we celebrate Squanto and friends for not killing all of the Pilgrims in the Virginia Company? Could it be that the government doesn't want to recognize its dark past? Or could it be that historians only want to remember the acts of "bravery" by their forefathers? Well I'll let you be the judge of that. As you are gathering with your families this holiday season, I'm sure you have many things to be grateful/thankful for, but I want you to remember that if it wasn't for the forgotten people of this country (and as my grandmother use to say "the rightful owners of this country") majority of us wouldn't be here and have anything to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/blueprint+2"&gt;Jay-Z - Blueprint 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1998602192942754650?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1998602192942754650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1998602192942754650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1998602192942754650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1998602192942754650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-smallpox-er-i-mean-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Smallpox er I mean Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-6132186991123949611</id><published>2008-11-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:04:34.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Have the Nerve to Hide Behind Religion</title><content type='html'>This is why a lot of people are turned of by religion. I have some one close to me who is offended that I am an ordained minister. Well trust me I'm not spreading propaganda bullshit like this jerk off. How dare he discredit the Honorable Dr. Stephen T. Colbert D.F.A. Esq.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e647x8xFKTs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e647x8xFKTs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-6132186991123949611?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/6132186991123949611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=6132186991123949611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6132186991123949611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6132186991123949611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-have-nerve-to-hide-behind.html' title='People Have the Nerve to Hide Behind Religion'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1221858060063922809</id><published>2008-11-14T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:53:54.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bet They Don't Know What "Ridin' Dirty" Even Means</title><content type='html'>Well I have seen and heard it all now. Shout out to Richard for finding this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1890303&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1890303&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:480px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1221858060063922809?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1221858060063922809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1221858060063922809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1221858060063922809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1221858060063922809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-bet-they-dont-know-what-ridin-dirty.html' title='I Bet They Don&apos;t Know What &quot;Ridin&apos; Dirty&quot; Even Means'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4117123454359986678</id><published>2008-11-05T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:08:29.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess We Can</title><content type='html'>I woke up to something this morning that is in a sense kinda overdue. I woke up and America had elected a "Black" President. As much as people don't want to admit this but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RACE&lt;/span&gt; played a big factor in this Election. Now the fact that it has been 145 years since slavery ended and the a man of color FINALLY has a chance at showing what he can do when in a position of power. I say this is overdue because in a country where "all men are created equal", its take this long for us to show it on a Grand Stage. A stage of importance. I am not only proud that a record number of people turned out to vote yesterday (this includes youth and minorities), but I am proud to be a human being. Last night restored my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beleaguered&lt;/span&gt; faith in us as humans. That finally the color of ones skin, the most distinctive difference in us as a (human) race, will not and can not hinder a man. It will be noted that on November 5, 2008 that America stood up on a world stage and showed everyone that ANYONE can succeed here. Last night proved to me that this country with out a shadow of a doubt the best on the planet.  While I didn't vote for Obama, I didn't vote for McCain either. I have my opinion of both and I felt that neither candidate represented EXACTLY what I wanted in a President. And why should I have to compromise what I want in a candidate to vote for one of the 2 front runners? Isn't that what DEMOCRACY really is? The best person qualified? Anyways I have a lot of feelings toward the situation but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; neither here nor there. Now the President elect will have some tough issues to deal with in January. Issues that have divided this country for the last 6 years (the 2 Wars and the Economy). Now I do want to say that while this was an historic election on many front for Obama and America, I do want to say that John McCain ran a hell of a race. While I will never agree with Republicans (and Democrats too) I want to say the he made the best out of what he had. He knew he had to do something drastic that would get people out to vote that wouldn't normally vote for him (maybe one of the reasons he picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;) and he did all he could but it just wasn't enough. Now I am not gonna take too much time to talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; but I will say this, if she EVER wants to have a chance to run for a higher office then she will need to brush up on her Public Relation skills. Just my Opinion. Now the Republicans took one on the chin last night and suffered a defeat in a fight that odds makers had them at reasonably good odds. They will need to change their public image (that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy isn't doing them any favors) and stick to their guns. As for the Democrats, you have control of the House, Senate and the Presidency, make the most of it and put us back on track to GREATNESS where we as AMERICANS belong. This shouldn't be a white thing or a black thing, it should be an AMERICAN thing. Because in the end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this for some interesting perspective: &lt;a href="Athletes%20of%20color%20paved%20way%20for%20Barack%20Obama%27s%20run"&gt;http://www.orlandosentinel.com/sports/orl-bianchi0508nov05,0,1102590.column&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/allure" title="'Jay-Z - Allure' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jay-Z - Allure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4117123454359986678?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4117123454359986678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4117123454359986678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4117123454359986678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4117123454359986678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-we-can.html' title='I Guess We Can'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-646969448878837475</id><published>2008-11-02T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:25:42.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Like a Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="kbTopRatedMainItemQuestion"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://booshmagazine.com/articles/cat/17/item/267"&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://booshmagazine.com/articles/cat/17/item/267"&gt;Best Break-up Letter Ever?    &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;       &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I feel&lt;br /&gt;like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I am&lt;br /&gt;truly truly sorry, and I hate myself for hurting you. Of all the people&lt;br /&gt;in the whole entire world, you were honestly the last person that I&lt;br /&gt;would ever want to wrong in any way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no excuse at all for anything that happened, so I won't even&lt;br /&gt;try other than to say all of us had WAY too much to drink, and I did a&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing. I can handle you being pissed at me, I absolutely deserve&lt;br /&gt;it, I can even handle the ugly words that were exchanged between us,&lt;br /&gt;what I can't handle is  thinking that you see me as a different person.&lt;br /&gt;It is weird, the world looked funny yesterday, I couldn't crack a smile&lt;br /&gt;if you paid me, there are songs I can't listen to, and I just feel&lt;br /&gt;beyond crushed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you meant everything you said to me, and I am hoping that you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was wrong on many levels, but I am also hoping that this&lt;br /&gt;is something that we can deal with. I know it sounds totally crazy and&lt;br /&gt;stupid, I can't imagine my days without you. It is totally strange and&lt;br /&gt;weird to say that, and you could say that my behavior didn't reflect&lt;br /&gt;that, and you would be correct. I hate feeling like you hate me, and I&lt;br /&gt;hate feeling like all of your friends think I am a terrible person,&lt;br /&gt;because I am not. I know there is nothing I can say or do to take back&lt;br /&gt;what happened. I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your concern. I'll be sure to file it away under 'L'  for&lt;br /&gt;'Long-winded diatribes from drunken whores I couldn't care less about'.&lt;br /&gt;You did a stupid thing huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...doing long division and forgetting to carry the one is 'a stupid&lt;br /&gt;thing'; Mixing in a red Sock with a load of whites is 'a stupid thing';&lt;br /&gt;Blowing some guy in a bathroom for 45 minutes while I sit at the bar&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you're taking so long because you ate too much raisin bran&lt;br /&gt;that morning isn't as much a 'Stupid thing' as it is grounds for&lt;br /&gt;permanent removal from my social calendar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;To be honest, I'm not sure if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;it was more amusing that you went and degraded yourself in a public&lt;br /&gt;toilet not once, but twice in a 2 hour span, or that you seemed to think&lt;br /&gt;that by saying 'Well, I didn't Fuck him' somehow gave you a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me if I couldn't care less if the world 'looked funny' to you&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. Since your World revolves around blow dryers, golden&lt;br /&gt;retrievers, Prada Bags and Jelly Beans, I'm sure  it must have been most&lt;br /&gt;unsettling to actually have to consider someone else's feelings for 24&lt;br /&gt;hours straight. The good news for you is that my friends don't think&lt;br /&gt;you're a terrible person, they just think you're the average run of the&lt;br /&gt;mill cum-guzzling blonde who commands about as much respect as your&lt;br /&gt;average child porn collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for the amount of time you claim to spend in spin class you&lt;br /&gt;really must be doing something wrong to sport the thunder thighs you do.&lt;br /&gt;Watching you parade around my bedroom in a thong was a little like&lt;br /&gt;watching sea lions mate. Thought you might like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I forwarded this email to about 100 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/song+cry" title="'Jay-Z - Song Cry' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jay-Z - Song Cry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-646969448878837475?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/646969448878837475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=646969448878837475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/646969448878837475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/646969448878837475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/11/sounds-like-love-song.html' title='Sounds Like a Love Song'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4883561381589221602</id><published>2008-10-27T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:55:59.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Your Presidential Candidate Have an 80's Hit? NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6yFBwGjAm0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6yFBwGjAm0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4883561381589221602?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4883561381589221602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4883561381589221602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4883561381589221602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4883561381589221602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-your-presidential-candidate-have.html' title='Does Your Presidential Candidate Have an 80&apos;s Hit? NO!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8206690112519131700</id><published>2008-10-16T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:28:48.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fly Like Paper, Get High Like Planes. If You Catch Me at the Boarder I got Visas in my Name</title><content type='html'>I am 21 so suck it Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/m.i.a./track/paper+planes" title="'M.I.A. - Paper Planes' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;M.I.A. - Paper Planes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8206690112519131700?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8206690112519131700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8206690112519131700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8206690112519131700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8206690112519131700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-fly-like-paper-get-high-like-planes.html' title='I Fly Like Paper, Get High Like Planes. If You Catch Me at the Boarder I got Visas in my Name'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1569724557625483074</id><published>2008-09-12T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:16:52.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jocking Si Deez</title><content type='html'>This place is starting to suck me of my creativity and my passion. I need to get the hell away from here ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1569724557625483074?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1569724557625483074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1569724557625483074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1569724557625483074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1569724557625483074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/09/jocking-si-deez.html' title='Jocking Si Deez'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-2633633558334614259</id><published>2008-09-10T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:45:12.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Agree" I said, "My 1 of a Kind Self Gets Stoned Everyday Like Jesus Did"</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling inspired all day. I can't explain it but I feel like something important is going to happen. I just don't know what yet. I have been feeling a big change coming and it will be for the better. And this song (below) is helping me find out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/a+dream" title="'Jay-Z - A Dream' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jay-Z - A Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-2633633558334614259?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/2633633558334614259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=2633633558334614259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2633633558334614259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2633633558334614259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-agree-i-said-my-1-of-kind-self-gets.html' title='&quot;I Agree&quot; I said, &quot;My 1 of a Kind Self Gets Stoned Everyday Like Jesus Did&quot;'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-6740287186827239226</id><published>2008-08-30T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:20:10.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Crandall is my Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check out my homie Max and show him a little love. If you don't vote for him he will most likely be dead in a year and you don't want that on your conscience? I know I don't. Oh and vote everyday posers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/489e5f9f7152f66b/48b9d78490021d98/489e5f9f7152f66b/d20acb28/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-6740287186827239226?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/6740287186827239226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=6740287186827239226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6740287186827239226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6740287186827239226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/08/max-crandall-is-my-muse.html' title='Max Crandall is my Muse'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4491083730712696720</id><published>2008-08-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:09:48.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to HELL!</title><content type='html'>My homie Richard did this for his photoshop class at Cincinnati State University.&lt;br /&gt;(yeah I didn't know photoshop was a class either but go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=12758719&amp;amp;albumID=1891927&amp;amp;imageID=44626013"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/17/003204fe165bc1d8592aed06ef6d5bd0/m.jpg" alt="playing card back for class" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4491083730712696720?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4491083730712696720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4491083730712696720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4491083730712696720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4491083730712696720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-hell.html' title='Welcome to HELL!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-3685433123053108532</id><published>2008-08-08T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:45:08.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Drink &amp; My 2 Step</title><content type='html'>So I have always been curious where are the best party Cities here in the States.  When I say that I mean who can drink as much as I can and NOT die. Because if its one thing I can do better than most people is put down a hell of a lot of booze. Now I'm sure you may know some one that can drink a whole hell of a a lot but let me remind you I am the man that has bonged a bottle of Jim Beam and drank a 30 pack of beer in one night. So if you want to know what are the hardest drinking cities in the Country are here you go. This list is according to Forbes.com. It may surprise you as it did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Austin, Texas&lt;br /&gt;2) Milwaukee, Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;3) San Francisco, California&lt;br /&gt;4) Providence, Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;5) Chicago, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;6) Seattle, Washington&lt;br /&gt;6) Cleveland, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;6) St. Louis, Missouri&lt;br /&gt;9) Boston, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;10) CINCINNATI, OHIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right Bitches, Cincinnati, Ohio, is the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hardest drinking city in the country according to Forbes. Congrats to the Queen City. You are good at something other than being a big piece of crap. I'm a little surprised that cities like New York, Los Angeles/Hollywood and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas aren't in the top 10. Now all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cincinnatians&lt;/span&gt; do something so you can finally be number one in something, other than sucking monkey balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/cassidy/track/my+drink+n+my+2+step" title="'Cassidy - My Drink N' My 2 Step' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt; - My Drink N' My 2 Step&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-3685433123053108532?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/3685433123053108532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=3685433123053108532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3685433123053108532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3685433123053108532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-my-drink-my-2-step.html' title='I Got My Drink &amp; My 2 Step'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-859780291472030520</id><published>2008-08-05T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:24:07.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Justice Really Isn't Blind</title><content type='html'>This post is probably going to make some people who read this upset. And what I am about to say is very controversial. But I really don't give a fuck, I'm going to say it any way. Police in this country don't give a fuck about minorities. Minorities include Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Gays and pretty much any one who doesn't look like the current President of the United States.&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/politics+as+usual" title="'Jay-Z - Politics As Usual' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the American legal system does a shitty job protecting minorities rights. There I said it. Now some of you who may read this may think "Silas you really didn't crack the code of the Bible with those statements". I know I didn't but the events over the past few years by WHITE cops against minorities. For those of you who think I am just making unproven claims then I will provide some examples for you. First off, let me say this, racial profiling by the police goes on in damn near every city in this country. From Baltimore to Cincinnati to Los Angeles, its going to happen. Now I'm not gonna give you examples that you have heard of to support my claim. I'm gonna tell you 2 different stories from 2 different parts of the country. Lets go to my home state of Ohio. Lima in particular, which is just outside of Cleveland. The Lima SWAT Team is serving a high risk warrant on the home of an alleged drug dealer. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: This blog in no way shape or form condones any illegal activity&lt;/span&gt;). Now the SWAT Team burst in the door of this home and begin searching for the suspect. They split up as they normal do to cover the most ground in the home. Well one officer comes to the master bedroom of the home and he hears gun shots. Without uttering a word he begins to open fire in the bedroom. When the smoke clears and all is said and done the officer has killed someone. No it wasn't the suspect they were looking for that was killed. It was his girlfriend who had took shelter in their bedroom with their 6 kids. She was shot multiple times by the police officer while holding her infant in her arms. And all the officer said was that he thought he was being fired upon in the bedroom. Well turns out that the shot that he heard were coming from his fellow officers downstairs who shot and killed 2 pit bulls. Well when I heard this I was pissed obviously. But when I found out that the cop who took a mother of 6 away from her kids got acquitted yesterday of any wrong doing I was furious. Like I wanted to go bust some shit up furious. How in the hell can that be? These kids will grow up without a mother and all this cop got was a few months sitting at a desk. What bullshit. You think that was something? Dig this. An Anti-Gang Unit in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt; got a tip about an alleged high ranking gang member living in this home. The cops got their information from an informant. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: This blog doesn't condone snitching. Mind your own business people. If you do the cops work then don't you think you should get the cops paycheck?&lt;/span&gt;) So the Anti-Gang Unit storms into this home and begin looking for their suspect. Well the owner of the home thought he was being robbed and began opening fire on the cops. He says the cops just kicked in his door and with weapons drawn and didn't say a word. Which I can believe because that has happen to me before. Well this guy, trying to protect his family from what he believed to be home invaders, gets into a shoot out with the police. Thankfully no one is harmed. Well it turns out that they had went into the wrong home. They were given bad information by their informant. The family (who are Korean) has ZERO gang affiliation. In fact the cops knew that. And you know how they knew that? Because the house was/is across the street from the police station! QTF (thats Que The Fuck by the way). How do they not know who is around them? Well to throw more salt on the family's wounds, the Twin Cities awarded these officers Medals of Valor for "the heroism they showed while coming under gun fire." Are you fucking kidding me? Would they have gotten the keys to the Twin Cities if they had killed some one? Thats just so fucked up. The thing about law enforcement in this country is that these fucking rogue cops are being protected by the legal system. How can you kill an unarmed woman who is holding a baby and get ZERO Jail time? Be a cop and your victim a minority. The legal system is full of shit and when it comes to minorities right we get treated like second class citizens. I can't tell you how many times I have been stopped by police because I fit the description of a suspect in some crime. Really? Because there are so many 6 foot tall 220 pound black guys walking around. Fuck that shit. What people don't realize is that this shit isn't going to go on for much longer because imagine the L.A. riots and the Cincinnati riots in every major city. People are going to get fed up if they aren't already. Minorities need to wake up and realize that certain people in this country don't give a fuck about you or your rights. If Lady Justice is truly blind, then why does is seem like she sees color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/politics+as+usual" title="'Jay-Z - Politics As Usual' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jay-Z - Politics As Usual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-859780291472030520?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/859780291472030520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=859780291472030520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/859780291472030520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/859780291472030520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/08/lady-justice-really-isnt-blind.html' title='Lady Justice Really Isn&apos;t Blind'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-240179615457900726</id><published>2008-08-04T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:57:03.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It All Peace</title><content type='html'>What's good people? Look I'm going to get straight to the point in this post. HIV/AIDS is on the rise in this country (along with other STDs/STIs). Now if you can locate, read and comment on this blog then you need to take your ass to the doctor and/or clinic and get tested. Nothing should be more important than your health. A lot of STD/STI don't have any symptoms so you might have something and not even know it. I personally get tested for everything twice a year. So do yourself and your partner a favour and get tested. Your life might depend on it. I mean who doesn't like this little thing called life. If you don't know where to get tested at I will provide a link for you. You can thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hivtest.org/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your Local Testing Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Green and Buy Black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-240179615457900726?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/240179615457900726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=240179615457900726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/240179615457900726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/240179615457900726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/08/keep-it-all-peace.html' title='Keep It All Peace'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-60098730374750335</id><published>2008-08-03T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:50:13.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When You Thought It was Safe to Sleep this Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="411"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x69lu0&amp;colors=background:E80E0E;glow:171515;foreground:E00D0D;special:292723;&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x69lu0&amp;colors=background:E80E0E;glow:171515;foreground:E00D0D;special:292723;&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="520" height="411" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x69lu0_saw-v-teaser-trailer-official-high_shortfilms"&gt;Saw V Teaser Trailer - OFFICIAL - High Quality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/guillaumedivine"&gt;guillaumedivine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-60098730374750335?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/60098730374750335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=60098730374750335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/60098730374750335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/60098730374750335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe-to.html' title='Just When You Thought It was Safe to Sleep this Halloween'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5929195213880143802</id><published>2008-07-30T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:14:04.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Fulla Chex Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/reservoir+dogs" title="'Jay-Z - Reservoir Dogs' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These are some of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ats I went to school with in the Nasty 'Nati. This is some straight stoner shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ospV8a26VYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ospV8a26VYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/reservoir+dogs"&gt;Jay-Z - Reservoir Dogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5929195213880143802?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5929195213880143802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5929195213880143802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5929195213880143802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5929195213880143802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/07/bag-fulla-chex-mix.html' title='Bag Fulla Chex Mix'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-3012391202418458763</id><published>2008-07-26T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:49:35.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Up or Shut the Fuck Up &amp; Do Something With Your Life</title><content type='html'>Now for the life of me I can't figure out why bitches (and I use that term as it is used when you are pissed because I am) are famous. These fucking nobodies like Jodie Marsh, Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kardashian&lt;/span&gt;, Katie Price (or Jordan or whatever the hell she is calling herself today) are getting all this press time and shit for what? What the hell is going on in Hollywood and around the world? These people either fuck on tape or are surgically enhanced and that's the reason they get all this press time. Then the fucking scum bags who work in this town and have all the weight put these no talent hacks in movies and make them the faces on their clothing lines. This shit is fucking crazy. Some of these bitches (the tools in Hollywood that they hang around with are just a bad), have ZERO acting experience and they get all the acting gigs and all of the modeling contract. What these spoiled, over paid, no talent (I don't know if fucking on a night vision camera is a talent but if it is I should be one of the highest paid stars) hacks should realize is that some of us actually HAVE to work for a living. And that some of us (like myself and my brother) aren't trust fund babies. We are actually artist who are passionate about our crafts and take it very seriously. These people don't give a flying fuck. They just want the easy pub. And the people who give it to them are no better. You think just because you put Paris Hilton in a movie that you directed that its gonna sell. 9 times outta 10 it not. She's one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;egregious&lt;/span&gt; offenders of this. These people have had everything handed to them their entire fucking life and it seems like that trend will continue. For the life of me I can't figure out why Jarrett and Donny can't get backing for a clothing line or whatever but these motherfuckers can. This is some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biggity&lt;/span&gt; bullshit. Its fucked up that I, as an actor, and by the way I am a damn good actor at that, have to compete with some of these fucking people who have never taken an acting class or anything. I got an idea. How about you rail thin bitches eat a fucking sandwich, maybe take a few acting classes and really think about what you should be doing in your life. Now I'm not saying you should live off your wealthy and famous parents. I can't hate if your folks made their money the honest way. By working hard. But once you assholes hit 18 you should try to make a living for yourself and not live off of your parents celebrity status and money. I mean after all you didn't earn that money, your folks did. How about you bitches get a real grip on reality and pose this question: What would I be doing for money if some one in my family wasn't loaded? I'll tell you what you would be doing. You'd be struggling like the rest of us are, or sucking dick on a corner some where to pay your rent. Stay outta the fucking tabloids as some of you aren't famous enough to even BE in the tabloids. Oh and I love how all of these Hollywood elitist are SO concerned about the environment as the drive their Range Rovers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Escalades&lt;/span&gt;. Get a fucking grip. I can promise anyone who reads this one thing, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; once I become famous, I'm putting a lot of these people out of fucking work. One way or another. There are far too many people in Hollywood WITH talent that can't get a fucking break because some socialite is running around Mr. Chow's with no panties on after a long night of drinking with their underage buddies at whatever is the flavor of the month night club is. (By the way how the fuck does that happen? Any where else these places would be shut down in a second for serving alcohol to minors). All of you fucking D-list "celebrities" (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what most of them are as they haven't done anything to merit them otherwise) need to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; shit together because your worse nightmare is gonna come true and then you just be the butt of every joke on late night TV. The stars and the planets have all aligned and the people who DESERVE success and who DESERVE to be famous will have their dreams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;. And the rest of you fucking coat tail riders will know what Kathy Griffin and Andy Dick feel like. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Go Green, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Buy Black and keep it all Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/digable+planets/track/rebirth+of+slick+%28cool+like+that%29" title="'Digable Planets - Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like That)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Digable&lt;/span&gt; Planets - Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like That)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-3012391202418458763?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/3012391202418458763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=3012391202418458763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3012391202418458763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3012391202418458763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-for-life-of-me-i-cant-figure-out.html' title='Put Up or Shut the Fuck Up &amp; Do Something With Your Life'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4631588825560293618</id><published>2008-07-24T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:29:38.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity is the First Step to Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>So I have a little extra time today to write a full blog post. I wanted to do it last night but what the fuck ever. We are roughly 3 months away from a very historic Presidential election in this country and the big topic is RACE. Maybe its just me, but it is 2008. Race shouldn't be a big deal. But apparently its a big deal to everyone else. I'd like to say this now at the start of this blog post: I am going to offend a lot of people and I really don't give a fuck. Race is a big problem in this country. Which is funny to me because skin color is something that shouldn't matter in determining something about a person. I love how some people assume I know the score to every basketball and football game. I mean I do but still that's because I am a sports fiend. Any ways can some one please explain to me the obsession with race in this country? I mean the Media (which I will attack a little bit later) makes such a big deal out of it i.e. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CNN's&lt;/span&gt; Black in America. When in the hell has the mainstream media given a flying fuck about black people. Last I checked they still think that Hip-Hop is the reason black on clack crime is high. They believe that the culture that I grew up on is the reason for majority of the violence in the inner cities of this country. Furthermore they profit off of everything that Hip-Hop has done. With the romanticizing of Hip-Hop to suburban kids, Media outlets feel that it only right that they report on what is going on in places that they have no idea where it is. I feel that of these Media outlets Fox News is the biggest offender. These talking heads only cater to the elitist. People like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;O'Reilly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hannity&lt;/span&gt; think that they have a pulse on what is going on in America. Not the case my friends.  The average age in America is 35 years old. That means that the average year of birth in the United States is 1973. So more than likely this means that these people have seen the birth of Hip-Hop and its growth. These people who are in a position of power only want people to focus on Hip-Hop when something negative happens. You know I didn't see anywhere on any of the Fox News stations about Jay-Z trying to get clean drinking water to underdeveloped nations in Africa. Or Nelly rebuilding the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Club in East St. Louis. None of the positive things that has come out of Hip-Hop gets the public recognition that it deserves. Now, the next thing that has me heated is BET. That shit is god awful and is a major reason why Hip-Hop is in the state that it is in. Now I am all for Black people having a place to express themselves creatively, however, its more of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minstrel&lt;/span&gt; show than entertainment. Lets keep it real. Oh and FYI, BET isn't owned by BLACK people. Now if you talking head want to be credible journalist then I suggest you do some real work and go out to Harlem, or Baltimore, or Compton or Cincinnati and find out what is really going on in the 'hood. Now regarding this Presidential Race. I am going on record as I am not voting for either candidate. I feel that if we all can get the same health care as the rich then I am not gonna waste my time voting for some one who is telling me a bunch of empty promises. Neither of them deserve to win. Now people say I should vote for Obama because he is black. Well fist off he isn't technically black. He is mixed. And according to the U.S. Census, people who are mixed are classified as white. So lets get that out there now. And as for McCain, well I have nothing but respect for a man who spent 6 years of his life in a place called The Hanoi Hilton. I mean the man can't raise his arms above his head for Christ sake. How ever, I don't agree with his policy regarding immigration (you wanna build a wall along the U.S./Mexico border but who the hell is gonna build it?) and gay marriage (I'm not gay but some of my close friends are and who the hell has the right to tell them who they can and can't marry. What ever happen to the pursuit of happiness?). And the one thing that really makes me upset is that most of the people in this country who are under the age of 30 are mindless sheep controlled by what there favourite star is doing or what so and so on TV said. What happen to all of the people who had a mind of there own. I know what you are thinking "Silas you wanna be a Hollywood star aren't you gonna contribute to what you are ranting about?" My answer to that is no because I don't want people to dress like me, act like me, talk like me, walk like me or anything. I want people to be themselves and not POSERS! One thing some one can never take from you is who you are but how can you be who you want to be when you are trying to be some one or something you aren't? Now I hope you explore what race means to you and everything else in this post has made you think about the current state of our Country. Because we are in some serious trouble. Its should be all Peace but it isn't and thats the most fucked up thing about it. Go Green and Buy Black. One Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/la-la-la" title="'Jay-Z - La-La-La' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jay-Z - La-La-La&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4631588825560293618?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4631588825560293618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4631588825560293618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4631588825560293618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4631588825560293618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/07/curiosity-is-first-step-to.html' title='Curiosity is the First Step to Enlightenment'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-3288170105411316986</id><published>2008-07-12T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:34:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Hip Homie</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_1470b8ef0268bd007d791e0edf66351f td {margin:0 !important;padding:0 !important;border:0 !important;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_1470b8ef0268bd007d791e0edf66351f tr.lfmHead a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/header/chart/recenttracks_regular_red.png) no-repeat 0 0 !important;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_1470b8ef0268bd007d791e0edf66351f tr.lfmEmbed object {float:left;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_1470b8ef0268bd007d791e0edf66351f tr.lfmFoot td.lfmConfig a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/footer/red.png) no-repeat 0px 0 !important;;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_1470b8ef0268bd007d791e0edf66351f tr.lfmFoot td.lfmView a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/footer/red.png) no-repeat -85px 0 !important;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_1470b8ef0268bd007d791e0edf66351f tr.lfmFoot td.lfmPopup a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/footer/red.png) no-repeat -159px 0 !important;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="lfmWidgetblogger_chart_1470b8ef0268bd007d791e0edf66351f" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" style="width:184px;"&gt;&lt;tr class="lfmHead"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a title="SilasRJones: Recently Listened Tracks" href="http://www.last.fm/user/SilasRJones/" target="_blank" style="display:block;overflow:hidden;height:20px;width:184px;background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/header/chart/recenttracks_regular_red.png) no-repeat 0 -20px;text-decoration:none;border:0;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="lfmEmbed"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/chart/friends_6.swf" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="184" height="199"&gt; 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return false;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/coldplay/track/viva+la+vida" title="'Coldplay - Viva la Vida' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Coldplay - Viva la Vida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-3288170105411316986?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/3288170105411316986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=3288170105411316986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3288170105411316986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3288170105411316986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-hip-homie.html' title='Get Hip Homie'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-903738079891840622</id><published>2008-06-30T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:46:38.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive. I'm in between classes so I'll right a full post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Green&lt;br /&gt;Buy Black&lt;br /&gt;Homies over Hoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-903738079891840622?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/903738079891840622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=903738079891840622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/903738079891840622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/903738079891840622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-still-alive.html' title='IT&apos;S ALIVE!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8709182279671158076</id><published>2008-05-21T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:07:10.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck It, We'll Do It Live!</title><content type='html'>This is why this guy (Dr. Stephen T. Colbert D.F.A.) is my hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="videoId=168451" src="'http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml'" quality="'high'" bgcolor="'#cccccc'" width="'332'" height="'316'" name="'comedy_central_player'" align="'middle'" allowscriptaccess="'always'" allownetworking="'external'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" pluginspage="'http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/lupe+fiasco/track/superstar" title="'Lupe Fiasco - Superstar' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/sublime/track/santeria" title="'Sublime - Santeria' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Sublime - Santeria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8709182279671158076?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8709182279671158076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8709182279671158076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8709182279671158076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8709182279671158076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck-it-well-do-it-live.html' title='Fuck It, We&apos;ll Do It Live!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4608779791338694121</id><published>2008-05-20T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:40:13.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight is going to have some problems this Summer</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you know I am not a Batman fan at all. But after seeing this poster and a trailer for the New Batman movie (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight &lt;/span&gt;which premieres in North America on July 18), I might have to fuck with him. Oh and by the way Christopher Nolan, I'm free to play Two-Face in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kingdom Come&lt;/span&gt; next year when you start filming. So take your free plug and give me a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/fantasticcanvas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=514c0ee0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc57/fantasticcanvas/514c0ee0.jpg" border="0" alt="why so serious" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4608779791338694121?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4608779791338694121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4608779791338694121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4608779791338694121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4608779791338694121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/05/dark-knight-is-going-to-have-some.html' title='The Dark Knight is going to have some problems this Summer'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-7233291092210370087</id><published>2008-05-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:53:39.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If He Dies, He Dies!</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would have seen this in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=34126810"&gt;Suge Knight Gets Knocked the F@#$ Out! (TMZ Exclusive)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=34126810&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-7233291092210370087?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/7233291092210370087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=7233291092210370087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7233291092210370087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7233291092210370087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-he-dies-he-dies.html' title='If He Dies, He Dies!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5872234058708008395</id><published>2008-05-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:21:13.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brady Barr is foolin, and is a jackass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItBJ6vyiY3Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItBJ6vyiY3Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat Guano=Bat shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5872234058708008395?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5872234058708008395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5872234058708008395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5872234058708008395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5872234058708008395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/05/brady-barr-is-foolin-and-is-jackass.html' title='Brady Barr is foolin, and is a jackass!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4474267075731346</id><published>2008-05-11T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:32:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Here's me and my Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30017167&amp;amp;id=1415070021" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v233/213/117/1415070021/n1415070021_30017513_5954.jpg" style="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/kanye+west/track/hey+mama" title="'Kanye West - Hey Mama' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Kanye West - Hey Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4474267075731346?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4474267075731346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4474267075731346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4474267075731346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4474267075731346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5646626365799567007</id><published>2008-05-11T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:25:15.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Dog Having Puppies, I See the Bitch in You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/heart+of+the+city+%28ain%27t+no+love%29" title="'Jay-Z - Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess people having sucka moments is the new trend going around. Well like jealousy its a disease so don't catch it and if you already got it/had it/prone to have one then I hope you MFs get well and start keeping it 100 with the ones close to you who you call your "friends". I guess there really ain't no love in the heart of the city. Damn, Hov was right again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z/track/heart+of+the+city+%28ain%27t+no+love%29" title="'Jay-Z - Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jay-Z - Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5646626365799567007?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5646626365799567007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5646626365799567007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5646626365799567007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5646626365799567007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-dog-having-puppies-i-see-bitch-in.html' title='Like a Dog Having Puppies, I See the Bitch in You!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-6062407462018946697</id><published>2008-05-05T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:17:31.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cinco de Mayo!</title><content type='html'>Everyone is Hispanic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the real meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_mayo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History of Cinco de Mayo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Cinco%20de%20Mayo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-6062407462018946697?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/6062407462018946697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=6062407462018946697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6062407462018946697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6062407462018946697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Happy Cinco de Mayo!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1069648539920267672</id><published>2008-04-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:40:30.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.superdeluxe.com/static/swf/share_vidplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=D81F2344BF5AC7BB4150694B68D7CBDECD182E9D6429469D"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.superdeluxe.com/static/swf/share_vidplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=D81F2344BF5AC7BB4150694B68D7CBDECD182E9D6429469D" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1069648539920267672?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1069648539920267672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1069648539920267672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1069648539920267672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1069648539920267672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/04/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-7637073743317653016</id><published>2008-04-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:36:15.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day</title><content type='html'>Go Green and Buy Black and we'll be aiight ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+beatles/track/while+my+guitar+gently+weeps+%28acoustic%29" title="'The Beatles - While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Acoustic)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Beatles - While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Acoustic)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-7637073743317653016?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/7637073743317653016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=7637073743317653016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7637073743317653016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7637073743317653016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-6211106082254576275</id><published>2008-04-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:59:37.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it like a Salt Shaker</title><content type='html'>So there was the AFTERSHOCKS of an EARTHQUAKE in Cincinnati this morning. Calm down you dumb ass Midwesterners. Its not like you live in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/kanye+west/track/drunk+and+hot+girls" title="'Kanye West - Drunk And Hot Girls' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Kanye West - Drunk And Hot Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-6211106082254576275?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/6211106082254576275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=6211106082254576275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6211106082254576275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6211106082254576275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/04/shake-it-like-salt-shaker.html' title='Shake it like a Salt Shaker'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-2444386578439166195</id><published>2008-04-16T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:08:41.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkmate in 3 Moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/SAY_L1Cex5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/uXnQI9t4fHc/s1600-h/OnNotice1.php.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/SAY_L1Cex5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/uXnQI9t4fHc/s400/OnNotice1.php.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189905093039671186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/willie/Desktop/OnNotice1.php.jpeg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Truthfully &lt;a href="http://www.wikiality.com/Truthiness" title="Truthiness"&gt;truthiness&lt;/a&gt;-ed Excellency &lt;b&gt;The Most Honorable Professor Sir Dr. Stephen Tiberius "C-Train" Colbert, Esquire, D.F.A., &lt;a href="http://www.wikiality.com/Order_of_Colbert" title="Order of Colbert"&gt;SC&lt;/a&gt;, America's Newsman&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wikiality.com/Order_of_Colbert" title="Order of Colbert"&gt;Star Commander of the Order of Colbert&lt;/a&gt;, and the Second Greatest Living American, has put me On Notice, TWICE! Well sir thank you for calling me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-2444386578439166195?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/2444386578439166195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=2444386578439166195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2444386578439166195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2444386578439166195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/04/checkmate-in-3-moves.html' title='Checkmate in 3 Moves'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/SAY_L1Cex5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/uXnQI9t4fHc/s72-c/OnNotice1.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8439010355277594021</id><published>2008-04-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:49:58.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you thinking about right now?</title><content type='html'>For all you women who wondered what your man is thinking about well here you go. They left out the money portion of the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30029310&amp;amp;id=1163616189" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-189.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v217/99/112/1163616189/n1163616189_30014256_2102.jpg" style="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8439010355277594021?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8439010355277594021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8439010355277594021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8439010355277594021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8439010355277594021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-are-you-thinking-about-right-now.html' title='What are you thinking about right now?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-1796884276571348669</id><published>2008-04-14T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T03:02:20.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Notice: Bill O'Reilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnhUYWbW3jQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnhUYWbW3jQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-1796884276571348669?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/1796884276571348669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=1796884276571348669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1796884276571348669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/1796884276571348669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-notice-bill-oreilly.html' title='On Notice: Bill O&apos;Reilly'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-6574804989725140423</id><published>2008-03-23T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:53:19.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Keys to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFrBcvRWfuM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFrBcvRWfuM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, Power, Respect is pretty much what you need in life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-6574804989725140423?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/6574804989725140423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=6574804989725140423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6574804989725140423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6574804989725140423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/03/keys-to-life.html' title='The Keys to Life'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4325094973683852496</id><published>2008-03-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:15:20.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I wanna go clubbin' this weekend</title><content type='html'>"Any animal that's dumb enough not to get out the way deserves it"- Don X&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+roots/track/you+got+me" title="'The Roots - You Got Me' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.mypointis.net/images/untitled%2011.bmp” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.mypointis.net/images/untitled%2011.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+roots/track/you+got+me" title="'The Roots - You Got Me' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Roots - You Got Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4325094973683852496?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4325094973683852496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4325094973683852496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4325094973683852496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4325094973683852496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-i-wanna-go-clubbin-this-weekend.html' title='Now I wanna go clubbin&apos; this weekend'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-461413983599056155</id><published>2008-03-10T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:31:08.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess This Happens to Some Poor Bastards Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1m9at&amp;amp;v3=1&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1m9at&amp;amp;v3=1&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="376" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1m9at_the-fray-spoof-how-to-bang-my-wife_fun"&gt;The Fray Spoof - &amp;quot;How To Bang My Wife&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/secretsaucetv"&gt;secretsaucetv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-461413983599056155?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/461413983599056155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=461413983599056155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/461413983599056155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/461413983599056155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-guess-this-happens-to-some-poor.html' title='I Guess This Happens to Some Poor Bastards Out There'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8610651413405363195</id><published>2008-03-08T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:32:09.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x4mcw4&amp;amp;v3=1&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x4mcw4&amp;amp;v3=1&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4mcw4_are-you-smarter-than-a-crackhead_fun"&gt;Are You Smarter Than a Crackhead?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/phaketv"&gt;phaketv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8610651413405363195?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8610651413405363195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8610651413405363195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8610651413405363195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8610651413405363195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-are-you.html' title='Well, Are You?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8129475626616938047</id><published>2008-03-06T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:49:35.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW! Really People?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://stupid-jokes.info/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pencil-sharpener.jpg" alt="Pencil Sharpener Joke" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+polyphonic+spree/track/reach+for+the+sun" title="'The Polyphonic Spree  - Reach For The Sun' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Polyphonic Spree  - Reach For The Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8129475626616938047?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8129475626616938047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8129475626616938047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8129475626616938047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8129475626616938047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow-really-people.html' title='WOW! Really People?'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-3705832191148462289</id><published>2008-02-13T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:37:03.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Black History Month!!!!</title><content type='html'>See the title bitch. This is a short post. I'm well thanks for asking. Jackass.  I've discovered 2 new artist that I am feeling a lot right now.  Ingrid Michaelson and Uffie. Ingrid is just amazing and Uffie is well just different. Check out their songs below.  But anyways I am on the road to being the star that I always knew I could be. All the stars have aligned and you bitches are going to be salty as fuck. I am going to show each and every one of you why I am the big money player I have been telling you that I am for the past 11 months. That is all bitches. Oh and Shout out to my nigga Kanye West for sticking up for his mother at the Grammys on Sunday. If you haven't seen it they had the nerve to start playing the "wrap it up" music as he was talking about and thanking his mother who had recently passed. That took some gumpshun on his part. Now don't lose that gumpshun Kanye (and everyone else). Just lose your mind. He had a hell of a performance too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/ingrid+michaelson/track/the+way+i+am"&gt;Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I Am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/uffie/track/pop+the+glock"&gt;Uffie - Pop The Glock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-3705832191148462289?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/3705832191148462289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=3705832191148462289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3705832191148462289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3705832191148462289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-black-history-month.html' title='Happy Black History Month!!!!'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-5301662176307092102</id><published>2008-01-25T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:30:54.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Are What You Say You Are, a Superstar, Then Have No Fear, The Camera's Here</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take time out to write this post. This post is going to be for you, the heroes. And when I say the heroes I mean MY heroes. And by MY heroes 2 people come to mind, Donny and Kat (or Whitney). Well start with my hero and the original paragon of virtue. Me. No I'm just kidding. Donny is and will always be my nigga. Its hard to believe that I have only known Donny since 2002. WOW its been the craziest 6 years. If I had to pick one person to go to Jail for life for it would be this goonba. From day one I knew he was on some other shit. It was weird on how I met this guy too. No joto.    I saw this guy carrying a book bag full of heavy ass text books and I was like "Yo my nigga that shit is going to kill your back. Use my locker until you get one of your own." Well it turns out that this guy would be my brother for life. We even have Busayo believing that we are blood brothers.  Its really weird because its like 1.5 brains in 2 bodies (he has the full one). When together we work as one and that is dangerous because well neither of us are all the way there. We can out think any one group of people or person. We have the same sense of humor and we really only care about one thing: each other. We have always been tight and always will be. I already have my toast written for his wedding. It goes a little something like this "Well it looks like this nigga is fucked". I'll say that as I down my 15th Jim Beam &amp; Coke and struggle to stand. No I'm just playing. I don't have it written. I don't know if I would even be his best man (I better be because he will be mine, I'm even naming my 2nd kid after this nigga [Donny or Donisha]) Any ways it is weird for people to see us apart because at every party we were there and people some times called me Donny and him Silas. I don't know how. Lauren call us the very first pair of heterosexual life mates. What every the hell that means. Any ways diamonds are forever and so is are friendship. Keep fighting the good fight sir. Donny has been there for me through all of the bullshit and everything.  We both know each others families and we both have been accepted into one another's families. Both of our mom's ask us "how's your brother doing?" I would kill a nigga for saying shit about him or even thinking about it. He will always be my nigga until we both go home. Remember that. He has been the only one of my "friends" to support me in everything that I have done and for that I am truely grateful. Keep that up my nigga and you will be making your debut in a movie right nect to me very soon.  And make sure that you educate people on wrist violence sir.  Now as for Kat. This might be one of the best friendship I have made in the last 2 years. How it all came about was well pretty random to say the least. When I first met her she was just well, another person I was trying to make money off of at T-Mobile. Turns out she had a technical problem with her phone so that was out.  Anyways she came back in like a few months later and to be honest I had no idea who she was. She didn't want Alex to help her and well at that time no one did. I ended up selling her a phone and I thought that would be the last time I would see her. Then about 3 weeks later she found me on myspace. I had no fucking idea how but she did. I just assume that she took my business card and put my name in the search engine on myspace but I am glad she did. We ended up going to a TUV (The Upset Victory) concert and I got a chance to meet some of here friends. Crazy bunch of folks to say the least. Now she lives and Seattle and I couldn't be more proud of her. She's been through a lot and while I don't know her whole back story I really don't care. The reason I don't care is because she is a great person all around. She has a great musical taste (even though she doesn't know the difference between rap and hip-hop) but thats forgivable. She, like Donny buys into my bullshit and for that I am forever grateful. She tells me how big my ego is but she says thats a reason she likes me. Now most of the women (and note I said women not girls) I meet I have one goal, you guessed it, Space Mountain. Not Kat though. She's on the Kaneasha scale. She's just one of the guys. She just happens to have a slit and titties but whatever. Any who these 2 people have never met and I think its a real shame. They are 2 of my favorite people to interact with in the world. One day we will all be in the same place and at the same time and I can only imagine what kind of comedy will ensue. I know for a fact that if any body would say or do anything to wrong these 2 they will have to answer to a big angry black guy. Not good for you. Both of you keep following your dreams because even if it seems that you don't have any one in your corner I am. I believe in the both of you and the both of you (along with me of course) will change this miserable planet for the better before our time is up.  I want to end this post with saying this: A friend will help you move, but your best friend will help you move a dead body, and I got a site we can dump it off at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/lupe+fiasco/track/superstar"&gt;Lupe Fiasco - SuperStar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-5301662176307092102?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/5301662176307092102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=5301662176307092102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5301662176307092102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/5301662176307092102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-are-what-you-say-you-are.html' title='If You Are What You Say You Are, a Superstar, Then Have No Fear, The Camera&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4265968429710975979</id><published>2008-01-11T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T03:45:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind's Gone Half Crazy and I Can't Leave You Alone. And I'm Wondering If It's Worth Me Holding On</title><content type='html'>Its after 3 am on the left coast and I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't get HER off my mine. She's all I have thought about. SHE's all that I think about. Damn I sound like a stalker. I'm not though. Have you ever been enamored with something so much that it has consumed you? Well I have. Its happened to me on multiple occasions.  When I was younger it was sports. It consumed my life. To an extent it still does. Then it was girls (hell it still is). Then it was money (fuck it STILL is). My ego will tell you that I am in love with myself and its true. But there is something about this girl that I can't shake.  When I met her in June of 2005 she was just another girl that I worked with. But as I got to know her there was something about her I couldn't shake.  We went our separate ways when I moved back to Cincinnati. We kept in contact while I was in Cincinnati and she was in Baltimore. I got to see her when I went to visit mom, Katie, Fred and Jenn but only briefly. She can call me for anything and she knows that I'll be there for her. I never judge her on any of her decisions, no matter how dumb they might be.  While we lived over 900 miles apart we remained very close.  She came back into my life full time this past April.  I never thought I would say this but this girl has me sprung. Yes me, Silas R. Jones, sprung.  What the fuck is wrong with me?  I don't even know.  When I talk about this girl I always have a smile on my face.  She knows how to make me laugh (which is key).  She knows a lot about me and I about her.  We can have deep conversations about anything and we never ever argue.  What kind of spell does this girl have over me?  She always tells me "oh so you are cheating on me Silas? You didn't know that we have been in a 3 year relationship?" Well she said that to me when we last spoke on Sunday and I just said fuck it. Now this post is rare in itself as I am giving everyone a glimpse into my personal life.  I can only think of one time in the last 3 years that I have honestly been mad at her.  That was when she told me she might be pregnant.  The only reason I was mad at her was because that I knew who ever the fucking loser was that got her pregnant would not be there for her. And I was right.  Thankfully she wasn't.  But if she was I would've been there for her.  I was not going to let some one I love go through something like that on their own.  WOW! I just said I loved this girl.   I always tell her that because at times I think that guys tell her that but don't mean it. well darling I want you to know that I do.  She likes to fuck with me and say that we have been in a 3 year relationship. So when she said that to me on Sunday I said fuck it and "lets address the elephant in the room". I then told her how I felt about her (which if you know me that never ever ever happens).  She told me that she wanted to take time out for herself which I agreed to. But deep down I know that there is no guy that is better for her than me. Period. This girl could easily become some one I spend a long part of my life with.  She know that no matter how rich, or how famous I get that I will always have time for her. I want her to know that I am always there for her and that I love her more than anything.  This girl has had me laying awake many a nights just thinking about her. WTF!?!?!?!?!?! I need to get it together.  I don't know why but I just can't see my future without her.  This is ridiculous.   One day the stars will align and everything will be everything. Fuck I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/musiq+soulchild/track/halfcrazy"&gt;Musiq Soulchild - Halfcrazy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4265968429710975979?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4265968429710975979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4265968429710975979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4265968429710975979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4265968429710975979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-minds-gone-half-crazy-and-i-cant.html' title='My Mind&apos;s Gone Half Crazy and I Can&apos;t Leave You Alone. And I&apos;m Wondering If It&apos;s Worth Me Holding On'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4743408793552061635</id><published>2008-01-08T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:31:40.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance (Time of My Life)</title><content type='html'>Let me start this blog off with a Happy New Year to everyone! I hope it was safe and enjoyable for you all.  This blog has a lot of first attached to it. Its the first blog of 2008. Its the first blog I am writing in my new apartment and its the first blog I am writing from the left coast.  I can't believe that this has all happened. Now all the "shit" that I have been talking will finally happen. All of you nay sayers will finally get a chance to put up or shut up because one of 2 things is going to happen. You will be right and I'll be back in school getting my degree and being a slut in Corporate America again. Or your worse fear will be realized. That all that "shit" I have been talking is going to happen. That all the stars and planets have aligned and you fucking haters can't do anything about it. That the greatness that I am destined for will finally happen and while all of you cynical assholes are stuck in your 9-5s and trying to figure out how to pay of your $50,000 college debt, I'll be on a island that you'll need Wikipedia to find with the people who have stuck by me. Now that that is out the way I am going to talk about Cincinnati. Not the city, the people that I just left behind. Now I did my best to inform people that I was leaving. I mean I changed my network on facebook. Hell I have not one but 2 myspace accounts. And you won't believe how many people told me that they had NO IDEA that I was even moving. That right there told me a lot about the people that I thought were my friends. Now I don't want some fucking cunt muscle saying "Si, I didn't know, why didn't you tell me?" Well when we know 20 of the same people and I saw all of them this past weekend why couldn't I see you? You know as I have aged I have noticed that people I grew up with are increasingly becoming more and more fake.  Don't write on my wall on Facebook or Myspace 2 times a year and then when I see you you act like you don't know me. Or when I am leaving town you have the nerve to say well you would've called me. If you asked me going into the weekend who I would see with it being my last weekend in town, I would have read you a list of names a mile long. But then the weekend came and went and that mile long list was only a few names long.  I started to write personalized messages to people on facebook and myspace but then I stopped. I stopped for a good reason. Why should I waste my time writing heart felt messages to people (and if you don't believe me ask Megan or Kaitlyn or Abbie) to people who couldn't even show up and say goodbye to me to my face. How is it that Donny came all the way from Columbus, Ohio just for one night and some of these people, who live in the city, didn't even bother to find out what the hell I was doing. But I'm over it. I'm passed it. Your loss, not mine. If you want to be a douche bag (FP) then that's you pal. I don't want any one who is only going to be my friend when they want to. Who can be clutch like Bill Lambier in the 1989 NBA Playoffs? I am. Donny is. Hell it was Evan's last night and HE even came out and partied with me.  I am forever greatful to every one that is a TRUE friend to me. The ones that have been there for me.  The ones that made me feel apart of their family.  I call everyone my family because I do believe it takes a village to raise a child and even though we are all "adults", we still learn from one another and we are all one big family. I could care less what any one thinks about me, hell if you are talking about me then I must be doing something right. Maybe some of you should try to be better friends. I will however miss a lot of people back East though. My movie has started a new chapter. As the old one ended I got on the plane at CVG. As I set down this song played and it was so random and so apropos for this situation. It sums up how I was feeling about everything at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZuJIr_uW3M&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZuJIr_uW3M&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4743408793552061635?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4743408793552061635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4743408793552061635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4743408793552061635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4743408793552061635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-riddance-time-of-my-life.html' title='Good Riddance (Time of My Life)'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-6436877921619020761</id><published>2007-12-19T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:42:05.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Say A B.I.G. Verse, I'm Only Biggin Up My Brother</title><content type='html'>I think therefore I am so I win. And if you think i was doing it big then???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mirame&lt;/span&gt; because I'm about to blow your 59/50 off with what i do next. big things on the horizon like dawn on Jupiter. and the funny thing is. . . it's not even about the money now it's the principle. its the fact that you only live as big as you dream and I've been slept on for a long time so do the math like its 3rd period in 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grade. basically its hard to understand but you get me right? i mean its hard to follow but just leave a trail of bread crumbs and you'll be straight. just don't fuck up my carpet or I'll get in that ass like a wedgie. no homo. anyway. if two trains leave the station at 11:30, one from Boston, the other from Pakistan, how long does it take the computer to count my money as fast as i make it? the answer is never because no train goes from Boston to Pakistan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pregunta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; dos. if i start my own business in 3 months, how long does it take me to make millions and sell out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Corporate&lt;/span&gt; America? another trick question because obviously i don't sell out, unless of course you're talking about my product, in which case the answer is, as soon as it hits shelves. At this point...if you've read this entire blog of absolute nothingness...you understand that i can't be understood. and in my world there is no such thing as an oxymoron, only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oxycontin&lt;/span&gt;...which is leaving my apartment right now at $20 a pop. and that in itself is pretty crazy because heroin and weed just came in together mumbling something about the 80's and a fifth of Jack Daniels just passed out smoking a blunt in my hallway. at which point he was robbed by a paint brush and then shot by that same paint brush when he only found $7 in the wallet. after shooting jack the gun said "fuck this i quit." On his way out the door he said something about a meeting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Stallone&lt;/span&gt; about rocky 7 and yelled "see you on the coast you bitch." right about now is when i wake up from a crazy alcohol induced coma and look to my left to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; playing with itself on the couch. "I've had enough of this," i thought to myself as i took another ibuprofen and chased it with a shot of Jack Daniels. (irony in its purest form, if you're paying attention that is.) it helps to numb the pain but only until my phone starts ringing. The phone rings exactly 5 times before i pick it up, at which point i listen to a telemarketer tell me about how much better my life would be if i subscribe to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cinemax&lt;/span&gt; and HBO for the low price of $45.00 a month. I argue a bit but end up giving in and getting HBO and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cinemax&lt;/span&gt;. at this point i wonder if I'm crazy. right about now is when a five dollar bill gives me his two cents about whats going on. he tells me that i absolutely am crazy and i should re-evaluate my life. I tell him that i would have a lot more respect for him if he hadn't just changed himself to $4.98...and if he didn't have a dead slave owner on his shirt. he acted like he didn't hear me and told me a joke about freemasonry and then left, he said it was time for change. he came back with two dimes and a quarter. we all had a much needed cup of coffee and discussed the current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Geo&lt;/span&gt;-political climate. as i was paying the tab at waffle house it suddenly hit me...i missed my train. i looked at a sign to find that i was in Boston. "great. how am i gonna get to Pakistan now?"&lt;br /&gt;      There i sat, in a crowded train station in Boston. i picked up a newspaper to find out the Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; were playing the Yankees that night. i decided to stay. i took a walk down a dimly lit street. i got a room at a beaten down motel, like the kind you see in scary movies. i came to the conclusion that i fit right in. i opened the door to find a bag of weed arguing with a crack pipe about gas prices. two dutches got into a fist fight and ended up spilling each others guts all over the floor. the weed saw that as an open invitation and quickly wrapped up his conversation with the crack pipe...only to start a new one with the coke with which he shared the dutch. anyway, i hit the bed and took a much needed nap. i woke up to a Tylenol PM sitting next to me. he was relaxing in a shot glass full of Jim Beam. i blew past that and went straight for the bottle. i got online to check my e-mail and ended up spending an hour on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;. i laughed at how everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; life revolved around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; only to realize the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt; of the statement i had just made. it was all washed away with another gulp of Jim. i began to zone out. i was shaken back to reality when i overheard a conversation my wallet was having with my watch. they both said something about the dark side and then quickly switched to conspiracy theories of 9/11 when they realized i was listening.&lt;br /&gt;  Just then there was a knock at the door. "what!" I yelled. "room service," replied a faked woman's voice. i reached for my holster and took of the safety. all of the bullets tightened up in anticipation. i looked out of the peep hole to see a group of four men waiting to break in as soon as the door opened. two had guns, the others had knives and bats. i took aim at the door and let off a shot. it hit the man holding the M1. instantly the door was reduced to splinters as the men rushed in. i began to chuckle when i looked at the TV to see a Jon Woo movie being played as all of this happened. "where's the money?" yelled one of the men. the Tylenol PM watched anxiously deciding that this was more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; than the movie. the weed was now in the corner smoking crack, but he stopped when he heard the hammer of a .357 magnum being cocked back. "where the fuck is my money?!" yelled the same man again. at this point i decided i needed to say something. "pass me that Jim please," i said to the man holding the .357. as soon as he reached for the bottle i kicked the legs out from under the man with the bat. he hit the ground like a brick. i raised the desert eagle and fired three shots at the man with the gun. the first one hit him in the chest, the next one hit his throat, the third blew past his right ear taking half of it off. at this point i had 13 bullets left in the clip and had it squarely aimed at the man with the knife. he began to sweat. i slowly got up and sat on the couch, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;infared&lt;/span&gt; dot never left his forehead. after a long pause i asked him if he wanted a job. he said "yea," and breathed a sigh of relief. i told him to go fuck himself and shot him too. at this point the Tylenol chimed in. " what the fuck did you kill him for?" he asked. "i like this movie," i replied. "and they made me miss ten minutes of it."&lt;br /&gt;     I fall asleep after the john woo movie. i wake up in fresh clothes on a flight en route to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt;. i breathe a sigh of relief after learning this because i know people there. i mean i know people everywhere, but, i really know people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt;. so i kick back and listen to a conversation between two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Muslim's&lt;/span&gt; and a man from turkey. they were talking about about how they were getting profiled ever since the terror alert was raised. one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Muslims&lt;/span&gt; called it organized racism. i wrote this down deciding i would use it later in a conversation with the intellects i surrounded myself with. anyway that same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; was stabbed by a man in a president bush mask. bush was applauded. the plane finally landed and i ran off. i began walking to my car which was conveniently parked right outside of the airport. when i walked out of the door i was tripped by four rats. one of them said, "G check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;," and stole my wallet. he then left. the rest followed suit and mumbled something anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Semitic&lt;/span&gt; on their way out. anyway i gathered myself and got in my car. i had a good conversation about the relationship of rap music (not hip-hop, rap music) and the economy with a 40 ounce of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;olde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. we drove around the city looking for the best night life in the country according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Forbes&lt;/span&gt;. i drove up vine street and saw the usual sophisticated conversation between 9 millimeter's and bottles of gin and juice. i arrived on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;UC's&lt;/span&gt; campus. i picked up my cell phone to call some people. it had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt; in its eyes. "fuck!" good thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Silas&lt;/span&gt; leaves his door open. i grabbed my ski-mask and swiftly opened his door to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Silas&lt;/span&gt; in a three piece suit sitting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Elvis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Costello&lt;/span&gt; and mos def (thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Ricky&lt;/span&gt; Bobby) they were discussing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;SB&lt;/span&gt; dunks when i came in. i felt at home. i sat down, ski mask on, grabbed a beer, and gave my brother a five. while they were talking i noticed a pack of cigarettes on the floor about to get in a fight with a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Advil&lt;/span&gt;. guns were drawn, the tension was thicker than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Elke&lt;/span&gt; the stallion (look that one up, she's got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;). they all of a sudden came to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;senses&lt;/span&gt; and decided to work together and market themselves to children by disguising themselves with fruity flavors. i was shaken back in to reality when i heard mos say "...the fucking terror alert." that's when i threw in my two cents and got a chance to say "organized racism." mos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Elvis&lt;/span&gt; left together saying they had a meeting with a gun and sly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Stallone&lt;/span&gt; about rocky 7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Silas&lt;/span&gt; thought it was bullshit but i knew the deal. "so what's good brother?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Silas&lt;/span&gt; said. "it's all good my dude. same old shit you know?" i replied.&lt;br /&gt;- "i know what you mean"&lt;br /&gt;- "man those fucking wanna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt; lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; ran up on me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-"get the fuck outta here. are they still breathing?&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; they made me miss part of a john woo movie. john woo b!"&lt;br /&gt;-"yea they're dead. so you need another new gun?"&lt;br /&gt;-"you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; know. i kinda feel naked you know?"&lt;br /&gt;-"you should wear pants, you wouldn't have that problem."&lt;br /&gt;with that we left for d-block. we needed new heat and a fresh drink. plus we had to catch up on the times.&lt;br /&gt;      Silas ordered the three wise men and two empty glasses. He reached in to his left coat pocket, grabbed a bottle marked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;PRESCRIPTION&lt;/span&gt; ONLY, put three pills in his mouth, and chased them with three shots of each wise man on the table."Why do you do that?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What?&lt;br /&gt;-Mix pills and booze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;-Doctors orders.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him for a man size dose of the same. He gave me two pills and a glass of Jim Beam. I sat them on the bar, pulled a joint out of my pocket, lit it, and watched the ensuing madness. The pills &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;smugly&lt;/span&gt; ate pasta and joked about somebody named Paulie. Jim sat paranoid in the corner with a gun at his waist-line complaining about the oppressive nature of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Prozac&lt;/span&gt; while he sucked himself dry. I decided they should all suffer the same fate we all do; so I swallowed them all, let them battle to the death, and ultimately die a slow painful death while I had the time of my life. "So, let's talk about that gun," a voice snapped from across the room. I shook myself from the deep thought I was involved in and stumbled to a table on the right of me. I felt like Method Man in Belly. The same .357 from Boston was sitting on the table, encased in a polished glass box, on a velvet pillow. On the far side of the case was a greasy, drug abusing, well groomed alcoholic who insisted I call him "Lotto." In my mind, he looked like the most dishonest, lying sack of shit on the planet; which means he was probably a cop. I asked him about the gun and he simply said, "no bodies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;." I skeptically said, "so how many owners?"&lt;br /&gt;  It's about now that he slowly reaches for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Prozac&lt;/span&gt; in his pocket and chases it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Jose&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;uervo.&lt;/span&gt; He let's out a pleased sigh and says, "just one." At this point I look in the glasses of the half groomed thug sitting next to my newly formed a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;and see Silas clutching his shotgun that he's been playing off as a leg brace the whole night. I also notice him in a staring contest with the same thug I'm using as a mirror. I order a drink. The slim waitress brings me a double shot white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt; I down it and look the boss in his eyes.And without a second look, in one swift motion I grab the gun, roll away from the table, fire three shots at the wall on the right side of the boss, tap Silas, and watch him clear the booth of the scum occupying it.&lt;br /&gt;  I threw a stack of $100's at the bar tender and put the .357 waist-line; where it belonged. I looked at Silas and said, "I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;HOP?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-As long as you don't order pork.&lt;br /&gt;-You know I'm converted after the Bush incident you silly bastard.&lt;/p&gt;                                                      &lt;table class="blogContentInfo" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;               &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Silas and I return to his apartment. I turned on an HBO special about the connection between Muslim's and terrorism. 'Fucking propaganda,' I said. 'Land of the free,' Silas replied. 'They wonder why muh fuckas hate us,' I responded clearly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas: So what the fuck is going on? Is there a valid reason why I just brutally murdered a group of undercovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you ever really need a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas: True. Anyway what brings you here? I thought you were in Boston for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was, until he showed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas: No, you don't mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas: So, how the fuck do we deal with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: He knew the consequences. He was given fair warning. The fact that he's still breathing is testament to my generosity. The rules were made very clear that night the three of us made the exchange. It was agreed that he would never again attempt to get himself back into this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas: But, what the fuck...WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GONNA DO NOW! It's not just him--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know, I know. You and I both know what has to be done. If what he has falls into the hands of those capitalist bitches, there's no telling where it could end. We're going to have to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a weary nod of approval from Silas as he tossed me a beer and passed me my gun. I checked the chambers of the .357; the bullets stared me down as they mumbled coarse threats. The prozac whispered to me from my pocket. It egged me on and called me a bitch until I flipped the magnum closed. I put him at rest and had him chased down by a gulp of Steel Reserve. I gave Silas a look that only meant it was time to die. We loaded up and left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-6436877921619020761?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/6436877921619020761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=6436877921619020761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6436877921619020761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/6436877921619020761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-say-big-verse-im-only-biggin-up-my.html' title='I Say A B.I.G. Verse, I&apos;m Only Biggin Up My Brother'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-9084144543818637199</id><published>2007-12-15T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:01:26.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess Every Rose Does Have Its Thorn &amp; This One Really Hurts</title><content type='html'>You know what I don't Get? How can you tell someone that you love them and all this other bullshit then you stab them in the back and get pregnant by some fucking chump? Women wonder why men treat them like shit and don't give a fuck about them. Now I'm not saying that I don't give a fuck about her because that is not true at all. I guess you can say a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; is a little hurt. I mean if you wanna fuck around with someone tell me and don't waste my time.  This serves as another lesson about women, even if you do trust them they'll still stab you in the heart. But everything is everything. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aiight&lt;/span&gt;. She knows I love her like cooked food, I'm just a little upset right now, considering that that's how I woke up this morning. You know what else pisses me off? Is when they ask you, after giving you bad news, are you mad/disappointed? Um lets review shall we. You promised to never lie to me, you did. You told me that you wouldn't put the TLC (their hit song Creep) on me, you did. You told me that you wanted to spend you life with me, we aren't going to do that anymore. It seem like you are going to start your own life with some guy and I really hope that you are happy. I don't mean that as if I'm being spiteful or anything, I really hope that you are happy. From here on out I'm flying solo to the top. I never thought that this is how this chapter in my movie would end. We didn't fight or anything. So now that I look at it, I've wasted 6 years of my young life on 2 women that got me. Well the jokes gonna be on all of you because when I'm making 10 million a movie I won't know either of them. With all this drama in my movie, I'm Oscar bound for sure. And we are just 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scenes&lt;/span&gt; into it. Well check on each other's life in 5 years and see who has made the most progress. Oh and Congrats to the guy that knocked you up. I hope you realizes that for the 5 minutes he fucked you, you through away your meal ticket and are never going to get it back. More cake for this fat kid. &lt;----------(what a metaphor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/maroon+5/track/wake+up+call" title="'Maroon 5 - Wake Up Call' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Maroon 5 - Wake Up Call&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-9084144543818637199?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/9084144543818637199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=9084144543818637199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/9084144543818637199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/9084144543818637199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-guess-every-rose-does-have-its-thorn.html' title='I Guess Every Rose Does Have Its Thorn &amp; This One Really Hurts'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-2799717626492553095</id><published>2007-12-14T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T03:12:12.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just had to realize that Allah took him and I just can't bring him back</title><content type='html'>Hey yo. This blog post is going to explore the aspect of religion. 2 days ago I went to Byron's house. You know just to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LoveStoned&lt;/span&gt; during the day. First off let me say that I love Byron, Kendall and Ray. Those 3 will be family for me until the end of our days. No matter what.  The only problem I have with them, and I have told them this, is that they have an open door policy so anyone at any time can come in and hang out. Well there have been these 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niggaz&lt;/span&gt; that have basically been there for 2 weeks straight without ever leaving to go home and wash their asses or anything. Foul I know right? Well there is this one guy named Jay. Lets just say this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; rubbed me the wrong way from jump. Well when I walked into Byron's house 2 days ago he was there. I took off my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt; and I just so happen to be wearing my grandfather's rosary. He instantly attacked me, my family and my religious beliefs. I have no problem with him attacking me. I'm use to people doing it so it doesn't bother me. The problem that I have is that he attacked my family and THEIR religious beliefs. I thought he was completely out of line. Byron even told him "Don't let him fool you. Silas might say and do some dumb shit but he is a very deep thinker. One thing you don't do is attack his family." So with that being said this asshole kept on attacking my family. So I finally had enough and asked him if he really wanted to get into a religious debate with me. He said that it wouldn't be any debate because he would "change the way I thought about religion". So he goes on to tell me how any religion that was not taught from the Old Testament was a farce. I told him that that was his personal opinion and not a fact. He Said that it was fact. I asked him to prove it and he couldn't.  He then went on to say that I had been brain washed and that that was all the Catholic Church was good at. So I countered and asked him some questions that got a confused look out of him. One of the questions was do you agree that humans are flawed. He responded with no. That's were I wanted to end the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; but Byron wouldn't let me because he said "you got him now". So I said well if your way of thinking is correct and that if everything is right in the Old Testament then you shouldn't be here getting fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LoveStoned&lt;/span&gt; with us. He said it comes from the Earth and it was OK. Well first off, if you attack someone and their personal beliefs then you better do it to someone that isn't educated because some one like me will run circles around you like no one's business. I asked him why no other religion can exist and he had the nerve to tell me that no other religion exist. That's when I got up and left because if you are going to be closed minded about something as trivial as someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; religion then there is no point in me event talking with you.  I thought that religion was to help you be tolerate of other people but apparently this asshole didn't get this memo. So I have decide that this asshole doesn't even get acknowledged by me anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neasha&lt;/span&gt; said that I should put a Fatwa on him (she's keeping up with my Muslim gimmick). I really don't care, I just don't like people attacking my family and what they believe in. Its not fair to them. You have to realize that a real man will stick up for his family while a coward will just stand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;idly&lt;/span&gt; by and do nothing. As I got up from where we were I told him that he is going to be very lonely. He asked why and I told him that he takes life to seriously. Don't take life too seriously because no ever makes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out alive any way pal.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+game/track/hate+it+or+love+it" title="'The Game - Hate It Or Love It' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Game - Hate It Or Love It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/sleepy+brown/track/i+can%27t+wait" title="'Sleepy Brown - I Can't Wait' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-2799717626492553095?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/2799717626492553095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=2799717626492553095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2799717626492553095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/2799717626492553095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-had-to-realize-that-allah-took.html' title='I Just had to realize that Allah took him and I just can&apos;t bring him back'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-3507947233017593151</id><published>2007-12-08T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T15:09:52.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'll have to play Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lamb</title><content type='html'>In this blog post I am (and for one of the few times) gonna give you a glimpse into the real me. Now that's not to say that when I am around you that its not the real me. Its just that we all don't reveal ourselves to our friends and family. We all have secrets. We all have demons. This post isn't about demons. This post isn't about secrets. I don't really know what this post is going to be about honestly. I'm just going to write some shit until I'm tired of writing. First off Happy Hanukkah to all my Jewish people out there. I hope you all are having 8 crazy nights of fun. Now thats out of the way I wanna talk about something that has kinda been bothering me. I had a conversation with someone a few weeks ago and she told me "you know Silas some people say that you are fake and stuff but I always tell them have you ever talked to him one on one." That kinda took me back. I knew exactly who the person I was talking to was talking about. I told the person that I was talking to the same thing I told the person she was talking about, "I don't give a fuck what any one says. I'm me. If you don't like me then keep it moving." Now granted I know at times I know I can be hard to be around. We all can. One thing I can say about me is that if I have any problem with you I will tell you to your face. If you don't like me then you really need to get on with your life. I am always gonna be egotistical, arrogant and all those other words that I don't know how to spell. But what a lot of people don't know is that I use to have a very low opinion of myself. I was the fat kid with glasses that people picked on in grade school. But then it all clicked one day for a big guy. Now some people think that I'm full of shit and to those people you can kiss my ass. I got a family to feed and niggaz to feed and I really don't give a fuck what any haters have to say about me. A great line from a song I heard is "No matter what they say, in the jealous games people play". How fucking true is that? Is Jealousy the worse form of flattery? I honestly don't know. I'm not jealous of any motherfucker alive. This is my honest opinion, I honestly feel that why do people hate on some one thats doing well for themselves? What kinda wack shit is that? You know I just want to be an actor. Its what I do best. Its what I do better than anybody World. Nothing or no one is gonna stop me, from being the star that I always knew I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/gym+class+heroes/track/viva+la+white+girl" title="'Gym Class Heroes - Viva la White Girl' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Gym Class Heroes - Viva la White Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-3507947233017593151?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/3507947233017593151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=3507947233017593151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3507947233017593151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/3507947233017593151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-guess-ill-have-to-play-anthony.html' title='I guess I&apos;ll have to play Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lamb'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-4870191145891457663</id><published>2007-11-28T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T06:21:14.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half The Man YOU Used To BE</title><content type='html'>So I'll try to lighten the mood from yesterday's topic of Death. Today I wanna just write about different things that have been going through my crazy mind. One word that has been going through my mind is redemption. We all seek it at one point in our lives. I know I have multiple times. I don't know from who or what at times but I know I have sought it before.  I am reminded today, as I get closer to what would have been my grandfather's 77&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, that we all have demons to exercise. No one in my immediate family knew this more or better than my grandpa.  He would tell me when I was falling apart that I should just remember one thing, no matter what I do, no matter how fun it is at that time, some one will get hurt by your actions. I really hadn't thought about it until recently and that is such a true statement.  Now I am not gonna act like I am better than any one (even though I am), but I will say that I can admit to past mistakes.  I want to make this clear to any one who reads this, I have been trying to right ALL of my wrongs and I ADMIT all my mistakes. There is a certain some one, who shall remain nameless, that is full of fucking shit. He comes off to people and parents as this awesome guy who can do no wrong. That shit makes me fucking sick. No one and let me repeat NO ONE is perfect. What this asshole did was bogus and then he left town the very next day and couldn't man up and tell me. Well guess what asshole, the jokes on you. I don't give a fuck about what you do any more. You wronged me 4 months ago and you have YET to try and REDEEM yourself. Now is it because you don't care? Possibly. Could it be that you don't know how? Also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt;. Or could it be that you, like many other people, care about one thing, yourself. Maybe you don't care about me. Maybe we aren't hermanos? I know one thing we aren't, friends. With friends like you I don't need enemies cunt bag. But you know what the irony is in all this shit? That I'm doing perfectly fine and you are the one struggling. You have been there with me through all my ups and downs and vice versa, but the shit you pulled at the end of the summer was foul. But you like, many of my former "friends" all have one thing in common. You all mean shit to me. I know you shouldn't hold grudges but I look at it like this, if you wrong me once what makes me think you won't do it again.  I don't need you fucking assholes. I came up with out you and when I get to the top its gonna be with out you. Now that that is out the way I am relieved.  As far as redemption goes, I have sought it and I really don't care if I get. The reason I feel like that is people don't define me, I define the people that are around me. If you aren't around me then you obviously mean nothing to me in terms of me finding redemption. I think the phrase peace of mind works well here too. There was some one that I got redemption from and I felt like it was a weight off my shoulders. I had to do that to keep from going postal. Now I could care less about anyone that I have wronged because I have gone out my way to right my wrongs. If people can't accept you for you or try to help you progress as a person then they should get busy dying (thats how my grandma put it). I don't mean literally I mean that figuratively. What I mean by get busy dying is that they should be out of your life as they only have their best interest at heart and not yours. Motherfuckers this is just the opening credits of my movie. And its gonna be a blockbuster hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/stone+temple+pilots/track/creep" title="'Stone Temple Pilots - Creep' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Stone Temple Pilots - Creep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-4870191145891457663?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/4870191145891457663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=4870191145891457663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4870191145891457663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/4870191145891457663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/11/half-man-you-used-to-be.html' title='Half The Man YOU Used To BE'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-7918132994584319820</id><published>2007-11-27T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:36:06.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Move You Make, Every Smile You Fake, I'll Be Watching You</title><content type='html'>SO I guess this will be my first blog post. As I stated before I just want to get people who read this thinking about a variety of topics and to open their minds hopefully on a variety of subjects. Today is going to be one that we all will experience in our lives sooner or later, death. I woke up this morning and was going about my daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt;. I turned on ESPN2 to watch Mike and Mike in the Morning. As soon as they went on air Mike Golic gets on air and says that Sean Taylor, star safety for the Washington Redskins, had died. Now I know that death has to come to everyone. That's a given. The way that this guy died is complete bullshit. Now I don't know Sean Taylor personally, but what kind of coward (and that might be too nice of a word) kills a man in his home where he, his girlfriend and their 18-month old daughter are sleeping. I mean he was not the greatest guy in the world, as he like some of us, has had run ins with the law, but to shoot a man while he is sleeping with his family is just disgusting.  Sean Taylor was shot in his leg. You are probably saying well how did he die then? Well he was shot in the thigh and it hit his artery and he lost over 50% of his blood. He slipped into a coma and died. I mean I understand things happen and violence occurs. Any self respecting man would handle his business (if in a violent way) away from women and children. Now there is an 18-month old girl who will never know her dad and a women who lost the father of her child and possible future husband.  I just want everyone who reads this to know a few things. One is that people don't care about y&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u if decide to get into an altercation with them. At times I know I don't. Judging by what occurred in Miami early Monday morning, they will invaded where you put your head every night and harm you and your loved ones. Secondly, tell those that you really care about that you love them. Even if you aren't big on PDA or expressing your feelings you should really tell the ones you love how you feel. Sean Taylor never got that chance. He never got a chance to right all of his wrongs, say his final goodbyes or hug and kiss his parents, girlfriend or daughter. Don't let that happen to you. Hug it out with people, you never know it might make their day. Sean Taylor was just 24 when the sunset and the end credits rolled on his movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/fall+out+boy/track/thnks+fr+th+mmrs" title="'Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-7918132994584319820?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/7918132994584319820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=7918132994584319820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7918132994584319820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/7918132994584319820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/11/every-move-you-make-every-smile-you.html' title='Every Move You Make, Every Smile You Fake, I&apos;ll Be Watching You'/><author><name>Rev. Dramatic Pause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154549118465782535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJlOitcY5Sc/S2jkFua6p2I/AAAAAAAAACY/FPO_HdotdR0/S220/16852_1185752610042_1415070021_30423616_3362451_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570232468306533224.post-8135407442680487411</id><published>2007-11-21T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:32:42.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Things First</title><content type='html'>I don't know how this shit works but I'm sure with the help of my brother and Kat I will get this shit. Basically I'm suppose to write my thoughts on shit and stuff. It'll be a little crazy but whatever as I have a lot of shit to get off of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570232468306533224-8135407442680487411?l=yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/feeds/8135407442680487411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570232468306533224&amp;postID=8135407442680487411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8135407442680487411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570232468306533224/posts/default/8135407442680487411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourparagonofvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-things-first.html' title='First Things First'/><author><name>Rev. 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