Perhaps this Lithonia Georgia High School teacher and coach, Barry Browner, who lost his job over participating in a Harlem Shake video should have taken notes from the students at
Ron Clark Academy. In the video from 2011, students perform their latest song encouraging mathematics to Trey Song’s “Bottoms Up” Instrumental.
This is one of those situations that I have mixed feelings about.
In Georgia, a Lithonia High School teacher and coach, Barry Browner, has lost his job over participating in a Harlem Shake video. I do think that sometimes we make a bigger deal out of things than we should. I also feel that with the educational climate being as it is, I can understand why he was fired. There are teachers in Atlanta still fighting to get their jobs back for changing test scores which shines the light heavily on students not getting all that they need to be prepared for the next level. Coupled with the fact that this video was posted on Youtube, I think therein lies the problem for Browner. I’m not so certain that he would have been fired had this video not been made and placed for the entire world to see. That definitely makes the entire school system look stupid. I’m interested in hearing your thoughts on this as well.
Listen at this voice. I fist heard Luther Vandross cover this song. I think this song is called “Dance With My Father”. This young boy from the Phillipines does an excellent job on it. check him out.
Thanks to loyal reader Audrey for sending me this video.
I saw this story earlier. I’m a bit busy today and don’t really have time to put my spin on it but I wanted to share. This goes to show you that you have no idea on this planet who is who.
By Elaine Porterfield
SEATTLE (Reuters) – Seattle police call it one of the boldest attempted drug thefts they have seen: A woman impersonating a nurse, apparently addicted to painkillers, crept through the hospital rooms of patients and tried to steal medication from their IV machines.
“It’s pretty unusual, pretty brazen,” Seattle police spokeswoman Renee Witt said on Wednesday. “It really shows how desperate this woman is and how powerful addiction can be.”
Police are looking for the woman who, dressed in a shirt that resembled scrubs and wearing clogs on her feet, entered a man’s room at Swedish Medical Center in Seattle on April 13 and began fiddling with his pain medication IV machine.
The patient did not recognize the woman and when he asked what she was doing, she promptly left, police said.
When the man’s real nurse came into the room, she noticed his IV line had been cut and pain medication was dripping on the floor. The machine had pry marks, where the intruder apparently had tried to access pain medication, police said.
Shortly afterward, the same woman was spotted on another floor of the hospital peering into patient rooms, Witt said. She told a staff member she was there to check the IV machines.
The woman went into a room and again tinkered with a patient’s IV machine, police said. As she left, a relative of the occupant noticed blood dripping on the floor and saw that lines to the patient’s IV machine had been cut.
Witt said neither patient suffered any injuries, and the only thing stolen was about 2 feet of tubing from the patient-controlled medication machines and possibly some pain medication from the tubes.
Police said the woman appeared confident both in talking to hospital staff and in walking into patients’ rooms. They released images of the woman on Wednesday and asked for the public’s help in identifying her.
(Editing by Alex Dobuzinskis, Cynthia Johnston and Peter Cooney)
When I read the article that is posted below, I knew I had to share it. This is the craziest article. Women can blame men all they want, but this is the perfect example of how trifling some women are. You be the judge and please read it for yourself.
“According to an unsealed federal indictment, a Baltimore jail inmate has sired 5 babies with 4 female guards at the Baltimore City Detention Center, The Baltimore Sun reports. Those guards were named in the indictment, along with 9 of their co-workers, for enabling a prison gang’s drug trafficking and money laundering enterprise behind bars. Baltimore was the backdrop for the critically-acclaimed HBO TV series The Wire.
Authorities say Tavon “Bulldog” White, the leader of the Black Guerrilla Family gang, was given free reign of the Baltimore City Detention Center, where he supervised his gang’s criminal enterprise from the comforts of his prison cell.
The indictment alleges that White “took control” of the prison soon after he arrived in 2009 on an attempted murder charge. 25 people — including 13 female guards — were named in the federal indictment.
The indictment alleges that the female guards smuggled in drugs, cell phones, cigarettes and other contraband to the members of the Black Guerrilla Family gang. They also ferried money in and out of the jail.
“This is my jail,” White said in a recorded phone call, according to the indictment. “I’m dead serious… I make every final call in this jail… and nothing go past me. Everything come to me.”
Stephen E. Vogt, the special agent in charge of the Baltimore FBI office, said at a news conference Tuesday that “Tavon White effectively raised the BGF flag over Baltimore City Detention Center.”
“Once a violent offender is sent to jail, law enforcement’s hardest work should be behind it,” said. “This is not the case in Baltimore City.”
White allegedly gained the trust of the female guards by giving them personal use of his cars including a Mercedes and giving one of them gifts such as a diamond ring. In return, the horny guards willingly submitted themselves to White for his sexual pleasure. He impregnating 4 of them, according to the indictment.
By Spring of 2009, White was in total control of the jail, the indictment alleges. He allegedly earned $16,000 a month trafficking drugs in and out of the jail.
“I hold the highest seat you can get,” he told another alleged member of the gang. “So regardless of what anybody say, whatever I say is law. Like, I am the law. My word is law.”
Officials with the Maryland Department of Public Safety and Correctional Services, which runs the jail, are under fire now that the indictment is unsealed.
“Everything that happens in this department is my responsibility,” department secretary Gary D. Maynard said Tuesday. “It’s totally on me.”
“We’re looking at the policies that affect the jail and the detention center,” Maynard added.
A spokesman for the department said 13 correctional officers have been suspended without pay. The department is recommending that they be dismissed, the spokesman said.
“The administration really doesn’t do a good job of hiring quality people,” said Archer Blackwell, a union rep. “They need to do more psychological examination, they need to do more in the academy to actually train and discipline people.”
Yesterday, I was thrilled when I saw this picture. When people like the now infamous bombers perpetrate an act, too often the media spends a lot of time posting the perpretrators pictures online and on television. We typically get to know more about these suspect than we do the victims. That part seems so backwards to me.
In the above picture, First Lady Michelle Obama visits one of the victims of last Monday’s bombing at the Boston Marathon. The victim in the above photo is Heather Abbott. She was injured by the second bomb. Pictured from left to right: Alfred Colonese, Mick Henn, Dale Abbott, First Lady Michelle Obama, Heather Abbott, Jason Geremia, and Michelle Dalrymple at Bringham and Women’s Hospital. The photo was provided to the Associated Press by Alfred Colonese.
This poem that I am posting today, invades spaces in my being that I never knew existed. When I heard Dr. Maya Angelou read this poem at former President Bill Clinton’s Inauguration, I was so moved that I immediately got a copy of this poem to retain it to memory. It is just one of those poems. In this poem, Dr. Maya Angelou, pleads with mankind to pay attention to wisdom and the nature. She makes a plea to all of us to stop and take a look at
the mistakes of our past, present, and potentially our future. The poem is called:
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no more hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers–desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot …
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours–your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
Today is EARTH DAY. I am paying homage to this day by posting EARTH SONG by Michael Jackson. I hope you enjoy it as we celebrate and appreciate this gift while we still have a chance. Make it a great day.
One suspect is now dead and the second one (his brother) has now been captured and is now in critical condition at a hospital in Boston. That teenager suspected of carrying out the Boston Marathon bombings is in custody after a local resident found him hiding in a boat in his backyard.
Police said they exchanged gunfire with Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, 19, after cornering him in Watertown, near Boston.
He had escaped on foot early on Friday, apparently wounded, after a police shootout that claimed the life of his elder brother, an alleged accomplice.
Three people died and more than 170 were wounded in Monday’s bombings.
According to early morning reports, the FBI and the police have had an extremely eventful night. One of the Boston Marathon suspects was killed early Friday morning after he and the other suspect robbed a 7-Eleven, shot a police officer to death, carjacked an SUV and hurled explosives out the window in an extraordinary firefight with law enforcement, authorities told NBC News.
The second suspect — the one in the white hat in photos released by the FBI — was on the loose, and police ordered people in the Boston suburb of Watertown to stay in their homes and businesses not to open. Boston shut down its buses and subway system for the hunt. Investigations of this sort sometimes takes years but in this incident, that is clearly not the case. More information about this later.
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