Shelby chooses partisan games over ISIS fight with nominee stall
I love how the GOP keeps talking about what the president isn't doing, we need more troops on the ground keep them out  but they are the ones hurting this country with the ignorance and the lies and their inaction. 

President Obama Delivers Eulogy at Charleston Shooting Funeral of Clemen...

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

Aeschylus

And this is the ignorance that I'm talking about, anger I get but  her ignorance is unbelievable, she is the perfect example of the stereotypes that are projected on us and the sad thing is we do it to ourselves. There were a hundred and one ways for her to handle that situation but no being a dumbass is what she chose, please.  And trust me I'm no fan of Don whatsoever. 

I've watched the news and heard all the excuses as to why this happened, i think the one that gaulds me the most is this was about killing christians if that was the case why drive 200 miles i'm sure they have a church or two nearby. And we are always so willing to forgive and heal move on, this is where I agree with rev. Barber it's something that we have to get past that old slave mentality. That's ok we'll pray about it and we'll show comfort to the family's all will be alright we'll just put it in the lords hands, and at the same time those who show so much disdain and disregard for us are all of a sudden standing by our side quoting Dr Martin L King but when all is said and done it all go's back to the norm. I'm not saying go out and shoot someone no what I'm saying is we have to stand up we have to look out for our own interest and that of our families, and no it's not easy to move ahead but we as a people have stalled we've become complacent due to the fact that it looks as if we've come so far but look around you I see things that happened to me when I was young going on today. For those of us who are hear today don't disregard those who made the trip over here in chains, the strength and the will to survive to forge ahead no matter the heartache of the family's being torn apart the treatment of our women and being helpless to do anything so stop it. Stand up for those who couldn't, ignorance if anything is the devils playground wake up don't let our kids walk down that path it's time to dust ourselves off and get back on the road of freedom.                     

If this had happened to President Obama this crap would be everywhere but short of here no where and I've looked all over papers news shows online, not a peep. Go figure, I even watched morning Joe but alas nada come on guys you'er killing me.  

I'm a disabled veteran and so is my youngest son and speaking from experience I can tell you that even with the flaws they are trying too work out the VA has come a long way from when I had to take a medical discharge. If not for the VA a whole host of medical advancements would not have been achieved, I get that it can work at a snails pace at times trust me I know but overall you can't beat the treatment and care you receive at the VA. The republicans want to privatize the VA and if you think you have a long waiting time now just wait, also you can bet that profits will be the only thing that matters not veterans.
Watts R.K. Sgt

Extended Cut: President Obama's StoryCorps Interview

Words that have always been close to my heart, words that have given me strength to push on, words that helped to make the MAN i am today.

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.") Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one's own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean— Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That's made America the land it has become. O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home— For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore, And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa's strand I came To build a "homeland of the free." The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we've dreamed And all the songs we've sung And all the hopes we've held And all the flags we've hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that's almost dead today. O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that's mine—the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME— Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people's lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!

Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967