GET INVOLVED. STOP AT NOTHING. THE WORLD MUST KNOW.
I dare you to stop scrolling through your dashboard. Stop checking your Facebook newsfeed that you’ve already checked two seconds ago. Stop updating your Twitter and seeing what your favorite celebrities are saying. Stop watching funny and nonsense videos on Youtube. Take time to educate yourself to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in this world. This is your chance! WATCH THIS VIDEO.
Let’s make JOSEPH KONY Famous!!
Who is JOSEPH KONY?
He is THE WORST LIVING CRIMINAL. He abducts children and makes them use guns to kill their own parents. He takes girls and forces them to be sex slaves. He calls his abducted children the Lord’s Resistance Army, AKA the LRA. He has abducted over 30,000 children and forced them to be child soldiers in Central Africa. He remains at large because he is INVISIBLE to the world. FEW know his name, even FEWER know his crimes. WE ARE MAKING HIM FAMOUS! Because when he is, the world will unite against him and demand his arrest.
We can help make a change. We can make a difference.
I feel so inspired. I feel the need to help and make a difference. This has to happen in 2012. We can’t let him go around and keep doing this to children in Central Africa. Let’s make his name known so he can be stopped. HE CAN NO LONGER BE INVISIBLE!
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A Letter from “Mom and Dad”
When I get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me. In case I break the plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eyesight, I hope you don’t yell at me. Older people are sensitive, always having self pity when you yell. When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear what you’re saying, I hope you don’t call me ‘Deaf!’ Please repeat what you said or write it down.
I’m sorry, my child. I’m getting older. When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up. Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning how to walk. Please bear with me, when I keep repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me. Please don’t make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me.
Do you remember when you were little and you wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over and over until you got what you wanted. Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person.Please don’t force me to shower. My body is weak. Old people get sick easily when they’re cold. I hope I don’t gross you out.
Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.I hope you can be patient with me when I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting old. You’ll understand when you’re older. And if you have spare time, I hope we can talk even for a few minutes.I’m always all by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to. I know you’re busy with work. Even if you’re not interested in my stories, please have time for me.
Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear. When the time comes, and I get ill and bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me. I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess. I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life. I’m not going to last much longer, anyway. When the time of my death comes, I hope you hold my hand and give me strength to face death.
And don’t worry, when I finally meet our creator, I will whisper in His ear to bless you. Because you loved your Mom ‘n Dad. Thank you so much for your care. We love you!
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10000 reblogs = $100 .. and so on
Okay, we know, we know, it’s shameless self promotion. We will be using the increased traffic from our website to fund this donation. We will be sending Red Cross the check for the Japan Earthquake and Pacific Tsunami.
UPDATE: We forgot to add what we’d do if someone were to “like” the post. We will combine the reblogs and likes we got from our last post along with the reblogs and likes we get from this post.
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Special Edition Championship Coke & Sprite Cans.
So not only can you rap like Drake if you drink Sprite, but you can dunk like Shannon Brown too!
So… Why did we sign Steve Blake? Ohhh. Yeah… THAT’S WHY!
If you think that the party scene is overrated, think again. While some people refer to it as living under the influence, I like to call it the good life. Disagree with me all you want, but you probably haven’t experienced it with the right people. It’s not about drinking away your problems or getting so high that you blackout, it’s about having fun. What’s wrong with that? Nothing. It’s an excuse to reconnect with someone that you haven’t seen in forever. You get a chance to meet all these new faces and for once, everyone is on the same page. You tend to catch yourself opening up to these new people more than those that you’ve known for years. Perhaps getting to know someone that you never expected to be friends with. And no matter how much you hate a song, if it starts playing, its only in this atmosphere where you don’t mind putting it on blast. As your doing your own thing, all these inside jokes suddenly start to form. If you weren’t there then don’t even bother trying to comprehend the joke. Smiles are being followed by laughs and laughs are being followed by smiles. Nonstop pictures being taken because it’s a night that you never want to forget. You feel so alive because everyone around you is on the same level as you. Then when the party is over, everyone has given you a hug goodbye and you’re left with all this shit to clean up, you can’t help but smile because it was definitely worth it. When you think that the good times are over, you get invited to another party where you get to relive it over again, possibly with different people. You don’t have to party if you don’t want to, but sometimes you just need to. The good life.