Dear friend, this is my letter and my confession.
I'll tell you how I feel with the style of progression.
Sometimes the words I want to say are hard to find.
Know that I love you and I'll try and speak my mind.
I was there to see you cry, I was there to see you bawl.
It was hard to see you stumble, it was worse to see you fall.
You used to excel, but now you're just getting by.
It's hard to catch you, falling from heights so high.
Right and wrong could once be seen with a line of precision.
Now you can't tell the difference, the cause of blurred vision.
You used to be a sure shot, an obvious safe bet.
Now your actions like a razor cutting through your safety net.
You're back to your old ways of drinking and substance abuse.
Mistakes and bad decisions always followed with excuse.
No longer falling, you're just stuck on the ground.
You say you're not lost, but I know, you're longing to be found.
When it comes to the secrets of your heart you've locked the door.
No one can do it for you; you have to pick yourself off the floor.
It's hard to pick up the pieces when everything falls apart.
You're battered, not broken, but you're breaking my heart.
You've heard my voice, but God hear my prayer.
Nothing complicated, I won't ask you to make life fair.
I pray for your patients, I pray for your grace.
I pray that he listens and again seeks your face.
He's been hurt by loved ones, which helped in leading him astray.
May your love grab him from the things that are pulling him away.
Remind him of your forgiveness, remind him of his calling.
Lift him up once again and protect him from falling.
That was my letter and this is the end.
May God keep you, sincerely, your friend.
A Wal-Mart worker died after being trampled when hundreds of shoppers smashed through the doors of a Long Island store Friday morning, police and witnesses said.
The 34-year-old worker, employed as an overnight stock clerk, tried to hold back the unruly crowds just after the Valley Stream store opened at 5 a.m.
Witnesses said the surging throngs of shoppers knocked the man down. He fell and was stepped on. As he gasped for air, shoppers ran over and around him.
"He was bum-rushed by 200 people," said Jimmy Overby, 43, a co-worker. "They took the doors off the hinges. He was trampled and killed in front of me. They took me down too...I literally had to fight people off my back."
The unidentified victim was rushed to an area hospital, where he was pronounced dead at 6:03 a.m., police said.
The cause of death wasn't immediately available pending results of an autopsy.
A 28-year-old pregnant woman was knocked to the floor during the mad rush. She was hospitalized for observation, police said. Early witness accounts that the woman suffered a miscarriage were unfounded, police said.
Three other shoppers suffered minor injuries, cops said.
Wal-Mart spokesman Dave Tovar called the incident a "tragic situation."
"The safety and security of our customers and associates is our top priority," Tovar said, noting that the victim was a temporary maintenance worker.
"Our thoughts and prayers are with them and their families at this difficult time."
Before police shut down the store, eager shoppers streamed past emergency crews as they worked furiously to save the store clerk's life.
"They were working on him, but you could see he was dead, said Halcyon Alexander, 29. "People were still coming through."
Only a few stopped.
"They're savages," said shopper Kimberly Cribbs, 27. "It's sad. It's terrible."
BY JOE GOULD
DAILY NEWS WRITER
A flag for a country often represents pieces of their history or values. Our flag for instance has its thirteen stripes representing the colonies and our rebellion against the crown onto independence. The stars represent the states and of course there is speculation as to the symbolism of the colors.
was at the adoption of Alaska and Hawaii as states in 1959 to 1960. I love our flag and of course it has come to represent more than it's mere symbols as our history and national identity is attached to it.
Cross post from Tech Radar:
A new study details how spammers – the bane of our email inboxes – still make pots of money, despite only receiving a response to one in every 12,500,000 emails they spam out.
The study, by a team of seven computer scientists from University of California, Berkeley and UC, San Diego (UCSD) infiltrated the Storm network, which uses hijacked home PCs to relay much of the junk email you spend your days wading through while wondering 'who the hell responds to this stuff?'
Well. Now you know. One gullible idiot in 12,500,000 recipients. Or thereabouts.
Spam the spammers
"The best way to measure spam is to be a spammer," claims the study. And they certainly picked the right network to hijack, with the Storm network having over one million machines under its control at one point.
Using 'proxy bots' the team of researchers managed to control 75,869 hijacked machines to conduct their own fake spam campaigns.
The researchers used two of the most popular ploys currently used by spammers – firstly offering a fake pharmacy site and, secondly, offering a herbal Viagra-style remedy to boost libido.
"After 26 days, and almost 350 million email messages, only 28 sales resulted," says the research paper.
Yet even with this apparently abysmal response rate of less than 0.00001 per cent, the researchers still estimate that the controllers of a network the size of Storm are still bringing in about $7,000 (£4,430) a day or $3.5m (£2.21m) over a year.
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If you've seen Tropic Thunder then you know this...
-Shawn McEntyre
*Please play twice through, for some strange reason the first time plays just a few frames, twice lets you actually see it.*
If Redunk's blog posts were monitored / rated by the FCC, the following would most indeed get this blog shutdown for good; the authors tossed in prison, and we'd be forced to eat gruel and dementors would suck the happy out of us...but as it is, they'd be starved anyway because the Redunk blog afterall, is one big ol' meatloaf of rants. I am not making sense. Just thought I should warn you. The contributors for Redunk cannot and will not be held responsible for your emotional trauma.
The first few days, I didn't actually do much work. It was a matter of watching someone else do it. I think I woke myself up snoring. At one point, I apologized to m coworker for nodding off, but I realized that he was sacked out too. I didn't feel too bad then.
I have been completely deprived of sleep, worse than any time of my life [even when I was taking my 4th semester of Calculus. I will never, and haven't since that class, needed to operate a differential equation.
I feel like I have superpowers when I'm sleep deprived. But generally, they're pretty useless. Like being able to see 1 second into past. That limits my conversations to "Hey! Remember when...."
Another superpower that I get, is the ability to detect time zone changes. That doesn't give me anything, other than a weird spine shake feeling, similar to the ones that guys get when they pee standing up [you know what I'm talking about]. The other superpower oddly associated to the timezone change detection is that I wet my pants.
When I'm not doing good deeds with my superpowers, I become the deepest philosophical thinker of our generation.
And I ponder the mystery behind the reason(s) why God gave us dudes a pair of nipples. And if he was laughing when He made the giraffe. I picture God calling over the angels during creation and him saying "Guys! Guys! C'm here! You gotta see what I just did! *snicker *snicker"
Also when I'm sleep deprived, I tend to go on and on and on and on about things that are evident that I need a longer nap.
After spending some time with @mediapeople this last week, I realized that I have an inner monkey.
And that inner monkey needs a job, dangit. He could be a minimum wage house painter. Also, he gets angry when he sees other people print out emails to 'read them later.'
Man, I seriously need to go back to sleep. I just read my own posting and...I'm going to hit the 'save' button anyway.
