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People would do almost anything to make it to the top, even using steroids. This type of drug has been used by all would-be professional athletes and actual professional athletes since the 1980s, even behind the backs of their beloved fans. Professional athletes (Lance Armstrong, Barry Bonds, and the late Chris Benoit, e.g.) have been using a lot of steroids before they wrestled, played baseball, rode bikes, or whatever. Everybody knows that using too much steroids have real consequences, even the the courts are involved. Steroids will make one angry, the kidneys start to shrink, one person becomes aggressive, and so on. Using steroids will also cost one individual's life, a chance to play for one of their favorite teams (Dallas Cowboys, e.g.), family, fame, everything. Another term for a use of steroids by professional athletes is "doping." Sooner or later, their fans will find out about their steroid use. And when they do, the young ones who've looked up to their favorite athletes and trusted them with their lives will have been seriously betrayed. Using steroids is considered cheating, especially when Barry Bonds and Lance Armstrong have been using them behind the backs of their loved ones and their fans. Now I know why I never played sports and/or used any of those illegal drugs, let alone steroids. It seems that these athletes can't even earn their way to the top, that includes not using steroids. The only reason why these professional athletes have been using steroids is because their coaches and physicians told them to, and they really should've got caught making their star athletes use that illegal drug. Even Vincent K. McMahon, who was the chairman of World Wrestling Entertainment (formerly the world Wrestling Federation) had forced Hulk Hogan and other wrestlers to use steroids. All types of steroid use are starting to make everyone very, very sick. Did everyone know that if all professional athletes are caught with a lot of steroids and needles that they were going to get arrested. Steroids are to be banned from all of the sporting segments forever. And if all athletes continue to use steroids to cheat their way to the top, thereby getting more money and endorsement deals like that of McDonald's, Progressive, Geico, and other name-brand sponsors and whatnot, they've got another thing coming.
behavior becomes boredom or bait or bestial badges. behavior becomes passion, penalty, or pleasure. like masked owls some are turning temperatures made tragic. like dying by breath or knit to knots memories become mirrors. by mind apparatus by anxious fate while gates are opening. lion statues or statuesque angels so deeply removed. just a bit of meandering or quite precise or the author is partly unaware. just thinking of something. just watching interior Showtime. just looking at unfamiliar intentions. some desire what they give. some desire more. where others might be uncertain. beautiful ugliness or musicality arts so many intellectual cellos. arithmetic attraction so distressed it feels like saviors, or so unruffled a person must get closer. birds just sit in trees. some are monogamous. others are uninterested. coming to an issue, where behavior is habit, (hollowed hallowed habits). if a woman is a certain charisma, she lives out her caress. if otherwise, she lives that path—in darker corners, carefree but saddened. same as in men, a bite at early stages, something considered sacred is overrated. some edible cactus a mouth full of oases, or dirt, weeds, with wrestling. if to digest disgust where the author peruses too many porches. like paradox so palace like where we learn too much to actually penalize others. some activities are disgraceful. we speak more to softer anxieties. while so far into ourselves it might not matter. one endorsement, as for an abused child, and he may come up to be a great humanitarian. it seems sameness for arts. captions in our minds. chains on our churches. too much debt to repay. a soul masked by its behavior. we might marvel at those getting it right. where two dwell there’s subterranean activity, they’re certain to have disagreements. drums rang out by dearth, some lack in violins, some ache feeling terrific. the author is walking further, looking at faces, compelled to accept dynamics. one was slighted. another wanted gossip. when it didn’t come, one decided to join in. no one asked. no one needed intrusion. but maybe, in a grand scheme, as becoming a motif, the two are just being behavior. bone of my bone. or soul of my soul. or we drift dangling from dungeons.
QUESTIONS OF BALANCE: A JEREMIAD
Why is it at 70 politicians are still underage
To assume political offices
And at 30 youths are overage to begin a professional career?
What divine strength hath a leader at 75
When a mandatory retirement awaits civil servants at 65?
Why should the government empowers the youths with $75 in 2 years
And expects them all to have own businesses
But civil servants who earn over $300 per month in 30 years
Are finding it difficult to own a garden or a store?
How is it our politicians could expend billions
To defect, campaign and give kickbacks
But would wait until the World Bank borrows them some millions
To provide a borewell drinking water?
How can they say the national treasury has collapsed to employment
Yet billions are looted and millions wasted on foreign fantasies?
Why should the achievement of our political endorsement
Be signed to MOUs as though we lack understanding?
Why should our lawmakers make laws that hound the masses
And not against their own chronic excesses and excuses?
Why should the wealthy politician vote a project for the poor
Assigned the execution of the project to himself and loot the funds?
Why do our lawmakers never make laws to free the masses
From poverty and political swindlers?
Why should the agency that fights corruption be corrupt?
Why should gluttons preside over the meager meals of the masses?
Why should the leader not serve today and the servant lead tomorrow?
Why should professional bandits be our bankers?
Why should 5% of public servants consume 60% of the nation’s wealth?
Why should a politician be a party leader, counsellor, chairman, governor, senator… still desperate to lead
And all behind his trails are poverty and anguish?
Why should a politician with obscene wealth hidden somewhere
Tell his people that their poverty and problem is Hausa, Igbo, Christian, Muslim, APC, PDP…?
And why is our nation over-laboured by multiplets of cultural, social
Political, religious questions awaiting caesarean responses?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind!
In opposition to social injustice
Colin Kapernick took a knee
To bring national attention to
Black American police brutality
But an unexpected result was
Eventually affected
Colin was black balled
From the NFL he was rejected
But what most people can't seem
To simply comprehend
Is that God will always cover and
Look out for His children
Uncertain of what his future
Would be
Unsure of how to earn a salary
But the blessings of a new beginning
For Colin did arise
He received an endorsement
From Nike and from Harvard
A prestigious prize
Don't allow society to ever box you in
And don't accept anyone telling you
You don't have what it takes to win
For when God designed you
It wasn't to be one dimensional
You're more than linear
You're multi- purposeful
For God's turning power
Can rotate 180° degrees
God's turning power
Has omnipotency
Endurance during transition
God wants us to stay true
And cleave to our convictions
No matter what we have to go through
And yes there will be some heartache,
Tragedy and pain
There will be metaphorical tornadoes
Hurricanes and torrential rain
But out of the carnage
A blessing will emerge
As God needs to get our attention
So He stages a purge
In order for a new beginning
To now take place
As a reminder of His
Infinite power, mercy and grace
Just don't take for granted
All that God has given to you
As answered prayers and actualized
Possessions aren't your due
So put your pride to the side
And don't ever forget
That you didn't give life to yourself
It was God's Holy Spirit
Yes there are somethings
Of which which you have no control
Just don't create situations
That can cause you to lose your soul
And most of all allow nothing
To separate you from God
In the midst of your chaos
Keep Him in your heart
As divine activities always
Manifest in the dark of night
Just hold on, keep praying
For the morning brings
A new beginning with its light
Yes the blessings of a new beginning
Will surely come
As only God can turn it around
When all is said and done
Mediocre moments coming
On the verge of a dance with illusions,
Memories bursting from their webs of doubt
Hallucinating in flames, burning – brush fires
Surrounded by a past promise, a melancholy
That vibrates with hope – trembling
Oozing away the standard gray, the average
The middle promises made by a stark
Cold darkness found only on a Wednesday
The day for hesitation to burst from its cloud
Hazy rays of confusion silencing the echoes
Dissuading the falling leaves, rustling
In the wind’s silky soothing – dreaming peace
Promises faded beneath the perplexity,
Digested by gastric acid – absorbed in the aching
Desert of a Wednesday heaviness, the moments
Passing leisurely – like black cleverly erases
Stardust and moonlight with the mystery of a reflection
Whose hope is in the impending truth – daybreak
Seeping through the night’s clasp on reality
Wednesday with all its median mass, solid
Like the urgency to whisper’s affluence
Into the upcoming moments, Thursday’s sturdy
Grasp on yesterday – then Friday with all its immensity,
It’s race toward a weekend which will leave this
Wednesday in the endorsement of its imprisonment,
The barren ache of a leaf pirouetting, fantasizing, making
Its way toward the ground where its demise
Is the sustenance for grace, the food that earth
Knows will last until spring brings it’s Wednesday
Blasting away the nurturing blessings of a past
Tuesday’s fingerprints, Monday’s inscription…
This is Wednesday – with all its ambitions
Still mediocre – still just the middle
Of a week filled with hope for Friday’s feelings,
A week ending in a vacation from being…
The lawyer, the doctor, the nurse, the waitress –
Any title who knows its revival
Comes on the mutiny of Monday’s first alarm, ringing
With the prompting for another promotion of this week’s
Inducing of Wednesday’s mirage – the impression
Glistening on the edge of midweek blessings
Wednesday is forever the medium for a week of life’s steady
Pace toward another engaging weekend’s embrace
OK folks, there is something I need to share with all of you about yours truly, understand I have no problem with not sharing this in the past with anybody,
because I felt then and still do that I wasn't hiding anything from anybody.
ANONS hack into my Facebook page constantly.
This is their post, not mine, TheKidster, Billy.
Yes, I did write that write and this photo was created by me.
Along with writing I consider myself kinda, photo artsy crafty.
I shared this photo with ANONYMOUS with the hope that it might be,
a positive endorsement for all of these
very great people I would die for unhesitatingly,
at least the ones I've been fortunate to "meet."
I have never met any of them, be they he or she,
they or sometimes individually,
drop by now and then by hacking into my account just to say Hi to me.
These people do have the ability
to hack into all my friends lives and wipe you out completely,
but that isn't them, that's the way Big Brother wants them to be seen,
so I shared this with ANONYMOUS, not so anonymously,
To Show My Support For All Of Them,
for all their brave and great work we all so desperately need.
What is written on the bottom of the photo wasn't written by me.
ANONYMOUS wrote that and that is their way of saying to me,
"We appreciate your support, You Now Have An Ally, We Support You Too,
And No Government Agency Better Ever Screw With You,
Because Along With Our Government, We Will Be Watching You Too,
We Will Destroy The Lives Of Any And Every Individual Government Agent,
Who Dares To Screw With You.
This news is the most unusual, joyous feeling.
How can I ever possibly thank these great people I will never meet.
As you have now declared to me, I again declare to all of you:
ANONYMOUS, I Support Every Single Great One Of You,
oh, and I almost forgot, I Sincerely Thank All Of You Too.
Thank You ANONYMOUS
https://www.facebook.com/billy.thekidster/posts/1390479027703296
Something is amidst
There's foul play
It doesn't add up
The numbers are way off.
Yet, here we are
Shaking in fear
Seeing a country
Stabbed in the chest
As crimson blood
0Stains the nation.
There's no way
That it was decided
From the get-go
Not all the votes are tallied
Not every ballot is accounted
There's trickery at bay.
We're not taking this sitting down.
We ain't gonna roll over
We ain't gonna bow to a clown
Who has no right to wear a crown?
This is our country
This is our nation
These are our people
These are our lives
That he's playing with.
Now's not the time to panic
Now's the time to act
Now's the time to rise up
Now's the time to fight.
We won't concede
We won't bow
We won't give in
We won't break.
This is our fight
This is our right
To expose the truth
Hidden under the lies.
Bomb threats to states
Ballot boxes ablaze
Missing votes still searching
The numbers don't add up.
We had the endorsement
For Harris's campaign
Everyone turned against Trump,
but he had a trick up his sleeve
To turn the tide, but I believe it's time
To turn this ship before it hits an iceberg.
We ain't sitting down
We ain't backing out
We're gonna stand up
We're gonna fight back
We're gonna get custody
Of our liberty and rights.
This is our fight
This is our song
Let our voices roar
Be heard across the world
Ring out through the night
This is the time to fight.
Expose the lies
Bring truth to light
Let the beast be tamed
Cage him and his buddies away
Put Harris back in her rightful place
Let freedom ring for a new America.
Time to rise up
Time to stand up
No backing out
Fight for your rights
This is our time
To turn it around.
For our children's futures
For women's rights
For our dreams and hopes
For our country
It's time to begin
A new revolution.
line the ends
the corners
and posts
both stood as a
true endorsement for
hard work and diligence
one could speak to
the wants of many
through the selfishness
of these people
those who knew the value
of the prize which
these people treasured
"the Contabier verses "the Colloquialism"
together they stood tall
someone spoke of these two
entangled as "pleistocene *****Longi"
the sleeping giant.
Lines and ends
centered middle between
the post
one should leave bragging
in arrogance
the other jolly, maybe friendly,
and not as interesting
as before.
one might read them from
Enthusiasm,
Gaudy,
beyond reproach
double needed through a
fixed contract.
the Overall projection scheduled for
the enjoyment of fans and people
who wish to belong in the proper conversation.
SERENDIPITY
Serendipity, a promise of destiny,
In the middle of the night, you dream,
You cry every time, for the revelation to find,
God’s promise, Word spoken, dreams dreaned.
Is this finally my day, tears will be wiped away,
like the day of love finally appearing,
Lonely hearts reunite, against all odds despite,
Tests and trials like the burns of a searing.
It began with a spoil, words sown in the soil,
spoken within little ears, outpoured,
Overtime years throughout,
questioning character and doubt,
tongues burning our forest in the name of the Lord,
Outside looking in, where did it all begin,
upon a man, his son and his wife.
Casted aside, and in for the ride,
Still would never trade or despise,
one day, of his life in Christ.
Unspoken grudges and blame, though loving the same,
family scattered, by events unreal.
Crucified behind closed doors,
praying and pacing the floors,
for the warmth and love one can no longer feel.
Then finally serendipity, days of destiny,
The evil days, to never return.
Pictures of family now stored,
though lovingly adored,
reflecting love with a memorable burn.
Remember, gifts of love, weighed in the balance above,
God knows the entire truth of your story.
God hears every Word, Holy Spirit little bird,
Conversations recorded in glory,
Serendipity, pray His will be your destiny,
Touch not His anointed,
whom God hath approved,
God doesn’t need your endorsement,
so reserve the resentment,
Tread softly, so thy head be not removed.
The Ghost in the Courthouse Window
By Elton Camp
Only the most gullible believe in a ghost
Alabama has one of which folks boast
Pickens County Courthouse burned to the ground
Soon, a convenient person to blame was found
The courthouse was built back right away
But the fire was arson, the townsfolk say
The Civil War had been over for many a year
But black persons still had very much to fear
Henry Wells lived in shack outside of town
Due to prejudice, he seldom came around
For having a dangerous temper he was noted
“He carries a razor blade,” was an idea promoted
Whether any of this talk was actually true or not,
Henry Wells soon found himself put on the spot
It was on a charge of arson the man was arrested
Although his innocence he strongly protested
“Turn him over to us,” a drunken, angry mob bid
But in the courthouse attic, the man was hid
“Stay there until the mob will finally disperse”
The sheriff ordered, as they meant the worst
They intended to lynch Henry and had a noose
“Give that man to us. For a trial there’s no use.”
Out of the attic window, Henry Wells peered
From the clouds, a bolt of lightning appeared
The guiltless man’s face was etched into a pane
Where, to this very day, it still does remain
Tourists come and look at it with great awe
Astonished at the ghostly face that they saw
(This is Alabama's most famous ghost story and is based on a real place and real events. The Pickens County Courthouse still stands and draws many visitors. This is NOT an endorsement in belief in "ghosts.")