Fuck David Kleinfeld

I don't know much of anything. But I sometimes get glimpses.

I intern at the Queens District Attorney's Office, Gang Violence and Hate Crimes Division. It was slow so I went to the courthouse and supported one of our ADA's having a trial. Sitting in the audience, I see someone who looked familiar but I couldn't really place him anywhere. I shrug it off. I used to care about stuff like that but now I shrug it off. I blame law school.

The case at hand is slow and boring so I leave and go to the Malakov trial across the hallway. A case like this is why I'm in law school. The passion is in the air:

http://www.wikio.com/us/crime/murder/daniel_malakov

When they break for lunch, I go back to the first courthouse and watch the defense attorney's closing statement. It was pretty good. When the judge orders a break, I leave altogether.

The kid who looked familiar is sitting on a bench by the elevator.

"Excuse me," he goes.

"Yeah?"

"Did you go to Bowne?"

"Yeah."

I remembered where he was from. We used to hang out in gym class. I find out he's on trial for gun possession. Four of them. He'll be going to jail for 15 years unless he's somehow rich enough for a Cochran-type. When I tell him I'm gonna be a lawyer, he goes "God Bless."

I tell him to stay positive and leave. I wind up running into an attorney I used to work with and find out he's got an 1100-count indictment he's working on (LMAO).

Then I counted my blessings and called it a day.

The following bombshell is taken from The Post:


"At the time, there were no regrets," Rodriguez said. "To what degree it helped, I'm not sure.

"We went without the team doctors, the team trainers, just two guys doing it. I'm not sure if we were even doing it right."

Rodriguez said his buttocks was injected, and he took it twice a month for six months each over a three-year period.

"We consulted no one," Rodriguez said. "It was pretty evident we didn't know what we were doing."

The Hitman versus ‘The Wrestler’

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I can't begin to tell you the grammar issues.

Enjoy.

ON SATURDAY FEBRUARY 14, 2009

THE LOBBY OF 250 JORALEMON STREET WILL BE CLOSED DUE TO CONSTRUCTION. ACCESS TO THE BUILDING WILL BE AVAILABLE VIA THE BOERUM PLACE SERVICE ENTRANCE.



*PLEASE NOTE THAT, DUE TO WORK BEING PERFORMED IN THE LOBBY DURING THIS TIME, ACCESS TO THE LIBRARY WILL BE VIA THE THIRD FLOOR.



WE APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE THAT

THIS MAY CAUSE.







Beryl R. Jones-Woodin

Professor and Associate Dean of Student Affairs

Brooklyn Law School

250 Joralemon Street

Brooklyn, New York 11201

718-780-7957

718-780-0393 (Fax)

"Who Do You Love" Bernard Wright




"Give It To Me Baby" Rick James




And just to be clear, I'm NOT advocating rape! Apparently THESE guys did back in the 80s.

Today is...waiting an hour to be seated so I can bone you.

UPDATE: My girl in a Frederick's Of Hollywood Corset = Worth the wait. I got to stop being so selfish, especially when the reward is for me.

And to all you dateless, loveless losers out there: Start jackin' it!

My uncle and I were in Jackson Heights yesterday eating Dosas, talking about Slumdog Millionaire. My mom was there too, and as an aside, she talked so loud about the movie that the other patrons don't have to see it now.

We talked about the blind boy in the movie. My uncle said that scene where he meets with Jamal was uplifting. I disagreed.

He said, "In the East, we believe that you are to make do with what you are given and to be happy with what you have. In the West, you believe that it's all in you, and that you can become whoever it is you want to become."

I listened to what he had to say. Indeed, being happy with who you are and what you have certainly sets you free. But if what he said was really true, why do Indians emigrate to the West?

From the Chris Rock Show, ca '97. He goes to Howard Beach, Queens with a proposal. . .

Howard Beach, FYI, has a reputation for being, shall we say, not amenable to blacks.

I worked on her indictment today.

She was some catch.

And an NYPD cop thought a just-shy-of-sweet-16 girl would be the perfect match for his little brother - urging him to make a date with pretty Destiny Russo, sources told The Post.

The problem was Officer Shan France had just met Russo - and slapped a set of cuffs on her for alleged robbery and assault, the sources said.

"My brother gave me your information and said we should hook up," an eager-to-be-smitten, 17-year-old Javal France wrote on Russo's MySpace page, according to a source who quoted the exchange.

But Russo wasn't feeling the love - and told her lawyer about the bizarre contact.

Law-enforcement sources said the NYPD is now looking into the allegation against the older France, who once competed in track events for the Guyana national Olympic team in 2000.

The 27-year-old cop also previously played wide receiver on the NYPD's football team, where he was known by the nickname "Speedy" and for his habit of wearing gold shoes.

France denied telling his brother to contact Russo. When pressed, he said: "I have to contact my Police Department."

The younger France flat-out denied the allegation, declaring, "It never happened."

France had busted Russo and her pal, Donna Rice, whose age wasn't clear, last July 24 in connection with an alleged robbery and assault of a 15-year-old girl in Woodhaven, Queens.

According to the criminal complaint, the victim reported that an unidentified woman grabbed and pulled her hair, punched her several times and threw her to the ground.

Russo and Rice then allegedly joined the fray, punching and kicking the victim in the face, head and back - before Rice allegedly grabbed $7 from the victim's hand and from inside her bra. Rice allegedly held the victim by the hair while she was stripped naked and forced to run home nude.

The felony criminal case against Russo and Rice remains pending. They're disputing the charges.

A Queens District Attorney spokesman refused to comment on claims the cop passed along information about Russo to his baby brother.

Russo's lawyer, Melody Glover, declined to comment. The teenager could not be reached.

Additional reporting by Erik Shilling, Kyle Murphy, Selim Algar and William J. Gorta

tim.perone@nypost.com

This is the cop:

After the drp1zza clip below went on YouTube, he wound up getting a few hundred dollars --or donations, as he called them--and bought his precious XBox 360.

He's now doing the same con, this time via blog. The amazing part is that it works. Within days, marks tuning in to his YouTube account "donated" him enough money to lift his "depression." Selected highlights of his plea for pity points are in bold.


Sunday, February 8, 2009
I hate my life
You been wondering where the hell I have been? Well.. here goes.... i feel like i have nothing to contribute to this world, like im a waste of fucking space. A piece of shit who has to live off of SSI because i was born with Autism, something i did not want, but was given anyways. My so called fucking friends, espically the female ones. Have decided just to vanish, push.. dissipear, when i need them the most the past 2 weeks, im not gonna like, ive been turning emo really bad because of shit, and i hate to be frank, but im so depressed, i cant remember the last time i spanked the monkey even... thats how bad i am right now. People say they are there for you, but seriously, if thats the case, where is everyone? and to make things worst... i go to my Ebay account today.. and see on Feb 5th, that money was taken out of my bank... that i didn't have... in other words.

For the 5th time, my bank bounced -_- now i have to sell games, so id appericate it if anyone would buy some stuff from me. ill even sell NHL 09 to anyone. That game has ruined my last months as it is. And that is why.. ACWL has not returned from the dead like i promised, because i have nothing going right in my life. With the economy so fucking bad, espically in ALL states it has to be MINE, Michigan, at almost 10 percent right now... i feel like it wont matter how many i put in, because ive never held down a REAL REAL job, i always was either a volunteer or in training. Despite i did work at JCPenney for a month, that was a true highlight for me.

I don't.. want anyone's money, but sadly... id really appericate any donations right now, if people really want to show they are my friends, and can help me out, i promise you ill bring ACWL back like never before. And ill straighten myself out... i mean i just.. i just dont have a reason to really do anything anymore... all i do is the same old shit... NHL 09, every day... dont get me wrong, its a good game, but i need an outlet... i was going to join the YMCA this month, i was going to get a cell phone too, and go look for jobs, but now.

Thats all out the window, all of it... so why should i give a fuck if my house is dirty anymore? why should i give a fuck about the dishes? im that depressed, all because no one fucking will help me when i need someone. My aniexty, depression.. is going through the roof. I owe probably 50 dollars to my bank right now, and since im that poor, im going to have to sell alot of shit, unless someone wants to help me out.

I mean what the fuck happen to me? in 2007, that was the greatest year of my life since 1994, 1988, 1989, 1991, and 1992 by far. I finally got my High School Diploma, i finally went to college, i saw future NHL players play at the OHL All Star Game, such as Patrick Kane, Steven Stamkos, and a player coming up next year in John Tavares, and i even touched the Real Stanley Cup! the greatest trophy in the whole world that can be won by any team, yet the NBA, NFL, and MLB are more popular... oh and A-ROID, ROFL, if you dont know what im talking about, A-Rod was busted for steroids, although he took them in 2003, but still. fucking Alex Rodcheater.

Then 2008 came, i thought my life was going places, then BAM, i get the car in the ditch, costed us about 100 bucks, BAM i get kicked out of college because of women, but ill admit.. it was my fault for being immature, then BAM, I thought finally something was going right when i finally got laid, but the stupid bitch used me for a one night stand, and then 3 other bitches did it to me too... *although only the 2nd one fucked me* the 3rd one used me, never would respond to me again all because i wouldnt go to her house. and the 4th one is a fucking player.. i mean sure... i got some tits and ass to touch and squeeze... but i learned that sex isnt love. and i still really feel like a virgin, since neither girl made the wankie go happy like fireworks. *sorry for being blunt*

So now what do i do? someone.. please.. anyone.. fucking help me.. yeah.. im not going to deny it, i am desperate for help right now, not just money wise, but just social support wise. Im at a big crossroad right now in my life, either im going to make it big, or im going to end up going to prison... and i can feel this because of my autism fucking with me.... i hate it. I dont want anyone to pity me, i dont want anyone to help me unless they really are 200 percent okay with it. i just want to get this shit off my chest.

Thats why there has been no ACWL, despite i have wanted to bring it back full time, but ive lost all desire to do it because im so confused, i dont know what to do with myself, im falling apart... and then i was going to bring back what was called Board 8 Baseball, but instead call it Dr. Pizza's Youtube Baseball League, the DYBL, but that never happen because i been a complete wreck... i been praying 2009 would be a better year for me then 2008, but its going the same fucking way.

I have no outlet, i have no friends in person, and now.. i dont even have friends ONLINE, females dont even TALK to me anymore. I do need a woman in my life, but i need more then just that, i need myself out there in life again...

Someone.. for the love of god... help me get my shit together, cause nobody else is... not even my Dad.... but its not his fault, he has his own problems, hes depressed too, his wife died 8 years ago, and he told me he hasnt been truly happy in years...

Do you know how bad that makes me feel? i mean seriously... what the fuck am i suppose to do :(

And one last thing, i took that hit list off of here on Youtube for NHL 09, because i did not want my Youtube account or my Xbox Live account banned.

So yeah... im going to see who my real friends are... today...
Posted by Allan at 8:23 AM

At first you feel sorry for him. But then he says not being able to pay for an XBox 360 he won on eBay is "As bad as losing my mom and my cat."

Fuck Dane Cook for stealing his jokes.

I don't even wanna see the stretches down south.

Chris Milan Thomas: How will James Brown’s death affect Hip-Hop?

KRS-One: James Brown is the Grandfather of Hip-Hop, of course recognizing Kool Herc as the father. You’re talking to a 25 year theologian, and Christ is my s**t. Jesus is my s**t, that’s my n***a! [Laughs] This guy, James Brown, dying on Christmas is very symbolic. Dying on Christmas, we know God is looking at us! We established right here and now. According to Christian tradition, James Brown dying on Jesus’ birthday means that Hip-Hop starts today. If you ask me, I think we should start Hip-Hop over on every Christmas. James Brown dying on Christmas, Lord have mercy! We have the opportunity, right now, to take Christmas [to share a federal holiday for Hip-Hop]. We can use federal law to our advantage. James Brown dying on Christmas Day means that for us, we don’t have to celebrate Christmas no more, that’s over! That “White Christmas” bulls**t is over! Jesus wasn’t born on Christmas, we know that’s a lie now. Christmas has nothing to do with the birth of the Christ, much less gift-giving, commercialism, and consumerism. Now, Hip-Hop has a chance to reestablish what Christmas really about. Christmas is about the birth of the Christ within yourself. You celebrate Christmas and you don’t say, “Jesus is born on this day,” – the ancient reason is Christ is born in you! God is born in you for another year. James Brown passing on Christmas could mean the birth of Soul in you. He is the Godfather of Soul – not Pop, not R&B, not Rock, not Blues, not Jazz – Soul music!

We should print the lyrics of “Say It Loud (I’m Black and I’m Proud)” and we should say it every Christmas. [KRS recites lyrics] He summed up the entire Black struggle. James Brown dying on Christ’s birthday shows not only who he was – Christ returned – but that Hip-Hop has a chance, politically, to take a day. Let’s celebrate James Brown! Hip-Hoppers celebrate the birth of their Soul, the birth of their Christ, the birth of their nature. Every Christmas, we gonna play James Brown records. All that White Jesus stuff is over! Matter of fact, I’m gonna call James Brown “James Brown the Christ.” When you look at Jesus, look at James Brown. Why wouldn’t you? The first painting of Jesus – the White man with long flowing hair is not what Jesus looked like – we know this. But we accept the lie out of habit, and it’s destroying us. The Vatican knows this! The Vatican says Jesus could be any color, any faith. Why not James Brown? Hip-Hoppers could say “James the Christ.” Further, Lord have mercy, in The Bible James was the brother of Christ. Hip-Hop could do this so sweetly, and take a federal holiday for itself, establishing what Christmas really means.

There is nobody who is more influential to Hip-Hop than James Brown. Kool Herc said that James Brown was the A-1 b-boy, the first MC, the first DJ – ‘cause he had two drummers. The drummer was what the turntable was today. When one finished playing, the other’d start, and sometimes they’d play together! Tell me this man is not the Christ! Tell me this man is not is Hip-Hop, straight up! James Brown is our artistic father. We all sample from him. This is a day where we exchange gifts. The gift exchanged with us from James was our culture. He freely gave his music to our culture. To me, that brings tears to my eyes! That’s some god s**t. That’s the lord and savior. On December 25th, James Brown gives the gift of himself to his children. What’s the gift we should be givin’ back? We should be givin’ back his request. “These record companies stole from me, get it back.” Get it back, children. There should be a James Brown Soul Museum, not a Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. James Brown.

Fuck Ross. GRODT off of this, G.

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