my rp characters.! minxi-vampire or gifted. star-vampire or gifted. triston-human. angelus-vampire darla.-wolf. eva-werewolf/wolf or vampire. selene-wolf or vampire. Marishka-Vampire the bride of dracula
I have read comments about Ian on various occasions. During the crashes, during the switch to the new system, during MANY occasions. I have gotten sick of the complaints so I am going to rant and rave here on my own blog. Anyone who reads this, if you can't say something nice, DO NOT SAY ANYTHING AT ALL!!!!!!
Ian is NOT a robot! He needs sleep, food, and time to himself! He does have a life outside of Marapets! Ian is NOT a slave! I can't even imagine all the hard work that goes into maintaining a massive site like this one, but I can assume that it take a LOT of HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD work!!! Ian works HARD to keep this site running, to keep it fresh!
All I ever see anymore is people moaning and whining about how things aren't ready when THEY want it to be or how things aren't fair. Here's a hint at how the REAL world runs- LIFE'S NOT FAIR! GET USED TO IT! EVERYTHING ISN'T ROSES AND NEW CLOTHES IN THE REAL WORLD, LIFE IS WORK AND MOST OFTEN UNFAIR!
Personally, I do admit that I get impatient with some things, BUT! I also know that moaning and whining will NOT make it happen any faster. Children, tweenies and teens may get what they want when they want from their mothers and fathers if they whine enough, but those are some spoiled brats! The real world does NOT run that way, and those kids are getting set up for failure because they will NEVER have learned what it's like to actually EARN what they get!
Do something different, it's apparently a new thing now. THINK OF OTHERS BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTHS TO COMPLAIN! For that matter, just THINK! Gods above and below, what is this world coming to?
My name is Becky I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor
My name is Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you ar
