<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294</id><updated>2009-02-20T16:57:40.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The troubles of life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-114240015082370844</id><published>2006-03-14T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:22:30.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOY.....HAS IT BEEN A LONG TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a lonnnnngggg time. I've done a lot of things over the months. I found a new and better paying job, I'm about to buy a house&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(a duplex)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm still single and loving it, but I do be a little lonely sometimes but hey, that's life. Ok, so I had forgot my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;password&lt;/span&gt; to my blog and stuff and I couldn't log on to update the blog, but I was just laying in the bed and the password came to me and it worked. So now &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Missing In Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-114240015082370844?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/114240015082370844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=114240015082370844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/114240015082370844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/114240015082370844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2006/03/boyhas-it-been-long-time.html' title='BOY.....HAS IT BEEN A LONG TIME!!!'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-112043197029966880</id><published>2005-07-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T16:06:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Sooo Long!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well it's been a loooong time since I've written in my blog. I'm looking for a new job because I need some more money. But everything else in my life has been the same. I'm still single and not really looking, but I'm having a great time enjoying the single life. I got more to say, so I'll be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-112043197029966880?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/112043197029966880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=112043197029966880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/112043197029966880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/112043197029966880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-sooo-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Sooo Long!!'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-111125516251156817</id><published>2005-03-19T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T10:00:44.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update on My Life</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't written anything in a while. I have been really busy with work (trying to get a promotion) and I have also been out of town for a while. I've been to Chicago to see my old Auntie (101). We thought she was like 89 because she always told us a different birth year, but we found some paper...basically to make a long story short, she admitted to lying about her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life is still the same....I'm single. But I have met some nice guys over the past few months. Maybe I just love the single life. It's stress free, I can do whatever I want and I don't have to answer to anybody (except for my Momma...She's always calling me to check up) But really I'm going to enjoy this single life as long as I can. I'm not going to rush anything with anybody because only time can tell when it's right or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-111125516251156817?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/111125516251156817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=111125516251156817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/111125516251156817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/111125516251156817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/03/update-on-my-life.html' title='An Update on My Life'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110870992742521504</id><published>2005-02-18T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:58:47.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some More Facts!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't add any new history facts to my page because I have been very busy.  But I have a few now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Nelson  Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(born July 18, 1918, Umtata, Cape of Good Hope, South Africa) South African black nationalist and statesman whose long imprisonment (1962–90) and subsequent ascension to the presidency (1994) symbolized the aspirations of South Africa's black majority. He led the country until 1999.&lt;br /&gt;The son of Chief Henry Mandela of the Xhosa-speaking Tembu people, Nelson Mandela renounced his claim to the chieftainship to become a lawyer. He attended the University College of Fort Hare and studied law at the University of Witwatersrand; he later passed the qualification exam to become a lawyer and in 1952 opened a firm with Oliver Tambo. In 1944 he joined the African National Congress (ANC), a black-liberation group, and in 1949 became one of its leaders, helping to revitalize the organization and engaging in increasingly militant resistance to the apartheid policies of the ruling National Party. Mandela went on trial for treason in 1956–61 but was acquitted. During the extended court proceedings he divorced his first wife and married Nomzamo Winifred (Winnie Mandela); they divorced in 1996. After the massacre of unarmed Africans by police forces at Sharpeville in 1960 and the subsequent banning of the ANC, Mandela abandoned his nonviolent stance and began advocating acts of sabotage against the South African regime. In 1962 he was jailed and sentenced to five years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;In 1963 the imprisoned Mandela and several other men were tried for sabotage, treason, and violent conspiracy in the celebrated Rivonia Trial, named after a fashionable suburb of Johannesburg where raiding police had discovered quantities of arms and equipment at the headquarters of the underground Umkhonto We Sizwe (“Spear of the Nation,” the ANC's military wing). Mandela had been a founder of the organization and admitted the truth of some of the charges that were made against him. On June 12, 1964, he was sentenced to life imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1964 to 1982 Mandela was incarcerated at Robben Island Prison, off Cape Town. He was subsequently kept at the maximum-security Pollsmoor Prison until 1988, at which time he was hospitalized for tuberculosis. Mandela retained wide support among South Africa's black population, and his imprisonment became a cause célèbre among the international community that condemned apartheid. The South African government under President F.W. de Klerk released Mandela from prison on February 11, 1990. On March 2 Mandela was chosen deputy president of the ANC (the president, Tambo, being ill), and he replaced Tambo as president in July 1991. Mandela and de Klerk worked to end apartheid and bring about a peaceful transition to nonracial democracy in South Africa. In 1993 they were awarded the Nobel Prize for Peace for their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;In April 1994 South Africa held its first all-race elections, which were won by Mandela and the ANC. As president, he established the Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC), which investigated human rights violations under apartheid, and introduced housing, education, and economic development initiatives designed to improve the living standards of the country's black population. In 1996 he oversaw the enactment of a new democratic constitution. The following year Mandela resigned his post with the ANC and in 1999 did not seek a second term as South African president. After leaving office in June, he retired from active politics.&lt;br /&gt;Mandela's writings and speeches were collected in No Easy Walk to Freedom (1965) and I Am Prepared to Die, 4th rev. ed. (1979). His autobiography, Long Walk to Freedom, was published in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Negro league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:openSyndicationAssembly("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of the associations of African American baseball teams active largely between 1920 and the late 1940s, when black players were at last contracted to play major and minor league baseball. The principal Negro leagues were the Negro National League (1920–31, 1933–48), the Eastern Colored League (1923–28), and the Negro American League (1937–60). A "gentleman's agreement" among the leaders of what was then called “Organized Baseball” (the major and minor leagues) erected a colour bar against black players from the last years of the 19th century until 1946, although these leaders rarely admitted its existence.&lt;br /&gt;There were two attempts to establish leagues for black teams in the early years of the 20th century. The first was in 1906 when the International League of Independent Base Ball Clubs was formed in the Philadelphia area. It had two white teams and four black. The championship game pitted two black teams against each other and attracted 10,000 fans to the stadium of the Philadelphia (now Oakland) Athletics. (This was the first time black clubs performed in a major league park, though later most of the top black clubs played in stadiums of major league or top minor league teams.) The league folded after its first season.&lt;br /&gt;Four years later there was an attempt to start a black major league with teams in Chicago; Louisville, Kentucky; New Orleans, Louisiana; Mobile, Alabama; St. Louis, Missouri; Columbus, Ohio; Kansas City, Missouri; and Kansas City, Kansas. The league died aborning without sanctioning a game.&lt;br /&gt;The first viable black league was formed in 1920 under the leadership of Rube Foster, manager of the Chicago American Giants. Foster had been Negro baseball's best pitcher in the early years of the 20th century and then its best-known manager and promoter. His barnstorming American Giants were known all over the country through their winter tours to California and Florida and traveled big-league style in private railroad cars.&lt;br /&gt;Foster was a visionary who dreamed that the champion of his black major league would play the best of the white league clubs in an interracial world series. His original plan called for a black major league in the Midwest with teams in Chicago; Indianapolis, Indiana; Detroit, Michigan; Cincinnati, Ohio; St. Louis, Missouri; and Kansas City, Missouri. It also called for another league in the East with clubs in New York City; Philadelphia; Baltimore, Maryland; Washington, D.C.; Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; and Cleveland, Ohio. Only one eastern owner showed up for the organizational meeting in Kansas City in February 1920, so the eastern league did not materialize.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the Negro National League (NNL) was established during the two-day meeting. Its teams were Foster's Chicago American Giants, the Indianapolis ABCs, Chicago Giants, Kansas City (Missouri) Monarchs, Detroit Stars, St. Louis Giants, Dayton (Ohio) Marcos, and the Cuban Stars, who had no home city. A few weeks later the Negro Southern League was organized with clubs in the large cities of the South; however, it was regarded as a minor circuit during its on-again, off-again life over the next 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;In December 1923 another black major league with six teams was established in eastern cities. Officially named the Mutual Association of Eastern Colored Baseball Clubs, it was known more familiarly as the Eastern Colored League (ECL). Members were the Brooklyn (New York) Royal Giants, Bacharach Giants of Atlantic City, New Jersey, Baltimore Black Sox, Hilldale Club of Philadelphia, and the Cuban Stars (no relation to the Cuban Stars of the NNL) and Lincoln Giants of New York City.&lt;br /&gt;All these early leagues were financially shaky. They also had difficulty making up a schedule because few of the clubs owned ballparks or had contracts giving them exclusive use. Many were tenants of teams in the major and minor leagues and were obligated to use the parks when the owners were playing out of town and to vacate them when their hosts returned.&lt;br /&gt;Another debilitating factor was that sometimes a league team would refuse to play a scheduled game if a nonleague opponent promised a bigger payday. Umpiring of league games was sometimes erratic because umpires were hired by the home team. Another handicap was the wide disparity in the quality of the teams; two or three clubs would dominate and earn far more money than their weaker brethren.&lt;br /&gt;From 1924 through 1927, the NNL and ECL champions met in a Negro World Series. The NNL's Chicago American Giants won two championships and the Kansas City Monarchs won one, as did the Hilldale Club, representing the ECL. The ECL succumbed to financial weakness in the spring of 1928. The NNL, bereft of the management acumen and foresight of Foster, who was hospitalized for mental illness in 1926, stumbled on until 1931 before disbanding as the Great Depression deepened and left most fans with empty pockets. Two of its solvent franchises, Chicago and Indianapolis, joined the Negro Southern League for 1932. That year another black circuit, called the East-West League, was started for eastern teams by Cumberland W. Posey, veteran manager of the Homestead Grays, a ball club based in Pittsburgh. The new league barely made it off the ground. By early June its Detroit team had dropped out, the schedule was curtailed, and salaries were slashed. The league did not last the summer.&lt;br /&gt;The following year the NNL was reborn. Its moving spirit was another Pittsburgher, W.A. (Gus) Greenlee, a numbers-game owner and tavern operator who had entered baseball in 1931 as organizer of the Pittsburgh Crawfords. The new NNL had teams in both the East and the Midwest but became an eastern league in 1937 when the Negro American League (NAL) was formed with teams in Chicago, Kansas City (Missouri), Cincinnati, Detroit, Memphis (Tennessee), St. Louis, Indianapolis, and Birmingham (Alabama).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the new leagues had fairly frequent franchise shifts, they were somewhat more stable than the circuits of the 1920s. During World War II, which brought prosperity to most blacks as well as whites, Negro baseball became a $2 million-a-year business, probably the most lucrative black-dominated enterprise in the United States at that time. Salaries for journeymen players, which had been about $150 a month during the 1920s, soared to $400 or more during the war. Stars could earn $1,000 a month. Satchel Paige, the most famous player, pitcher, and showman of the Negro leagues, earned $30,000 to $40,000 a year through special deals calling for him to pitch one to three innings for scores of independent teams, both black and white, each season.&lt;br /&gt;To earn such wages, black players competed in up to 150 games a season—half to two-thirds of them against black as well as white nonleague teams. Many of their opponents were local teams within easy reach of their home cities, but others were small-town teams far out on the barnstorming trail. Most teams traveled by bus, ranging from the best that era could offer to aging rattletraps that were prone to break down. In the winter, black stars went to Mexico, Cuba, and other Latin American nations where baseball was popular.&lt;br /&gt;The Negro World Series was resumed in 1942 between champions of the Negro National and Negro American leagues and continued until the NNL disbanded in 1948. Among the most noted Negro league teams was the Homestead Grays, based in both Pittsburgh and Washington, D.C., which won nine pennants during 1937–45 and included the great hitters Josh Gibson (catcher), James (“Cool Papa”) Bell (outfielder), and Buck Leonard (first baseman). In the mid-1930s another legendary team, the Pittsburgh Crawfords, included five future Baseball Hall of Fame members: Gibson, Bell, Paige, manager Oscar Charleston, and clutch-hitting third baseman William Julius (“Judy”) Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;The World Series, however, was far overshadowed by the East-West All-Star Game, pitting the best players of the NNL against those of the NAL, from 1933 to 1950. It annually attracted as many as 50,000 spectators to Comiskey Park in Chicago and became the biggest social event as well as the chief sports attraction for African Americans. Only heavyweight boxing matches featuring the black champion Joe Louis held the attention of more African Americans.&lt;br /&gt;Baseball's colour line was rarely discussed by influential white sportswriters until the early 1930s, but times were changing. The triumphs of Louis during the decade and of sprinter Jesse Owens at the 1936 Berlin Olympics, the improving living standards and educational attainments of African Americans, the social and economic changes brought by President Franklin D. Roosevelt's New Deal programs in the 1930s and especially by World War II—all of these helped to alter the attitudes of most Americans toward race. With African American men fighting alongside whites overseas, it was no longer so easy for whites at home to ignore or harass their black compatriots.&lt;br /&gt;The black weekly press, particularly sports columnists Wendell Smith of the Pittsburgh Courier and Sam Lacy of the Baltimore Afro-American, kept up a steady drumbeat against the colour line during the late 1930s and World War II. The American Communist Party also urged an end to the colour line, although Smith denigrated the communists' efforts as more hurtful than helpful. The minor furor in the press over the continued exclusion of blacks from Organized Baseball led to sham tryouts of black players by the Chicago White Sox and Boston Red Sox and expressions of interest in African Americans by other major league clubs.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Brooklyn Dodger president Branch Rickey, a one-time big-league catcher and manager, had put into motion a secret plan to find and sign an African American player. It culminated on October 23, 1945, when Jackie Robinson, a first-year shortstop for the black Kansas City Monarchs, officially signed a contract with the Dodgers. He spent the 1946 season with the minor league Montreal Royals.&lt;br /&gt;In 1947 Robinson was promoted to the Dodgers, becoming the first black player in the major leagues in 63 years. The Cleveland Indians soon after signed Larry Doby, a fleet, hard-hitting infielder from the black Newark Eagles, making him the first African American in the American League. Several other African Americans joined minor league teams, beginning a trend of growing acceptance of blacks in baseball.&lt;br /&gt;The Negro leagues suffered as a result of these developments. Black fans fixed their attention on Robinson, Doby, and the other black players in Organized Baseball and increasingly ignored the black leagues. The talent pool was also shrinking as young stars such as Willie Mays (Birmingham Black Barons) and Hank Aaron (Indianapolis Clowns) and old stars such as Satchel Paige left to play in the major leagues. A few teams tried the integration route by signing a handful of white players, and during the 1950s two teams, the Indianapolis Clowns and Kansas City Monarchs, had female players as gate attractions. The first female player signed was second baseman Toni Stone, who reportedly earned $12,000 a year, well above the pay of true stars.&lt;br /&gt;The NNL died of financial malnutrition in 1948. The NAL lasted until 1960 before disbanding. A few teams continued barnstorming, most notably the Indianapolis Clowns, who mixed comedy and baseball in equal measure. The Clowns were the lineal descendants of the Ethiopian Clowns of the 1940s, who had outraged many fans by wearing grass skirts and painting their bodies in a cartoonish version of cannibals. But the latter-day Clowns played serious baseball, as evidenced by the fact that major league home run king Aaron made his professional debut with them in 1952. The Clowns continued barnstorming until 1973 (with a few whites on the roster) before giving up and ending the saga of the Negro leagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyright © 1994-2005 Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110870992742521504?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110870992742521504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110870992742521504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110870992742521504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110870992742521504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-more-facts.html' title='Some More Facts!!'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110773143360102291</id><published>2005-02-06T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:13:15.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some History Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Black Panther Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, American black revolutionary party founded in 1966 in Oakland, Calif., by &lt;a href="http://search.eb.com/blackhistory/micro/705/97.html" name="7Y0BE"&gt;Huey Newton&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://search.eb.com/blackhistory/micro/727/95.html" name="7Y0BF"&gt;Bobby Seale&lt;/a&gt;. The party's original purpose was to patrol black ghettoes to protect residents from acts of police brutality. The Panthers eventually developed into a Marxist revolutionary group that called for the arming of all blacks, the exemption of blacks from the draft and from all sanctions of so-called white America, the release of all blacks from jail, and the payment of compensation to blacks for centuries of exploitation by white Americans. At its peak in the late 1960s, Panther membership exceeded 2,000 and the organization operated chapters in several major cities.&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts between Black Panthers and police in the late 1960s and early '70s led to shoot-outs in California, New York, and Chicago, one of which resulted in Newton's going to prison for the murder of a patrolman. While some members of the party were guilty of criminal acts, the group was subjected to police harassment that sometimes took the form of violent attacks, prompting congressional investigations of police activities in dealing with the Panthers. By the mid-1970s, having lost many members and having fallen out of favour with many American black leaders, who objected to the party's methods, the Panthers turned from violence to concentrate on conventional politics and on providing social services in black neighbourhoods. The party was effectively disbanded by the early 1980s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chicago Defender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,the most influential black newspaper in the United States during the early and mid-20th century. The Defender, published in Chicago with a national editorial perspective, played a leading role in the widespread migration of American blacks from the South to the North.&lt;br /&gt;Founded in 1905 by Robert S. Abbott, the Chicago Defender originally was a four-page weekly newspaper. Like the white-owned Hearst and Pulitzer newspapers, the Defender under Abbott used sensationalism to boost circulation. Editorials attacking white oppression and lynching of blacks helped increase its circulation in southern states. It urged equal treatment of black soldiers during World War I. It published dispatches contrasting opportunities for blacks in the urban North with the privations of the rural South, contributing actively to the northward migration of some 1,250,000 blacks between World War I and the Great Depression. By 1929 the Defender was selling more than 250,000 copies each week.&lt;br /&gt;During World War II the Defender, like other black newspapers, protested the treatment of black servicemen and urged the integration of the armed forces. As a result the U.S. government threatened to indict black publishers for sedition; however, the Defender's publisher, &lt;a name="6XH76"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John H. Sengstacke, negotiated a compromise with the Justice Department that allowed black journalists access to federal officials.&lt;br /&gt;The Defender became a daily newspaper in 1956. It was noted for the quality of its writers, among them novelist Willard Motley, poet &lt;a href="http://search.eb.com/blackhistory/micro/88/19.html" name="7Y0FY"&gt;Gwendolyn Brooks&lt;/a&gt;, and author &lt;a href="http://search.eb.com/blackhistory/micro/280/87.html" name="7Y0FZ"&gt;Langston Hughes&lt;/a&gt;, whose "Simple" stories first appeared in the Defender column he wrote for more than 20 years, beginning in 1942. By 1995 the Defender's national influence had been substantially diminished, and its circulation had declined to less than 30,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will add some more facts later.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110773143360102291?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110773143360102291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110773143360102291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110773143360102291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110773143360102291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-history-facts.html' title='Some History Facts'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110763132980905220</id><published>2005-02-05T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:22:09.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Black History Month!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's Black History Month, (the shortest month of the year). It's that time when you need to go out and learn something new about history or teach others something about black history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110763132980905220?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110763132980905220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110763132980905220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110763132980905220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110763132980905220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-black-history-month.html' title='Happy Black History Month!!'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110711503963973649</id><published>2005-01-30T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T11:58:28.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>My date went alright. We went out to dinner then went to go play pool. I can't play pool for nothing. I understand the concept of the game, but I can't hold the stick right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my friend's daughter 1st birthday party yesterday and all I can say is thank God I don't have any kids. First of all the party was suppose to start at &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;, but she pushed it back to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;, so know me and the fact that I run on BP Time got there at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;, hoping that the kids were done playing and maybe eating. I just wanted to drop off my gift and eat some cake. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; it didn't turn out that way. When I got there no one was there and the food wasn't done. Let's just say that the party didn't start until &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;8:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;, so I was there with all of the bad kids running around acting crazy. Everything that I wanted to miss I was right in time for. After going through this party, I know I'm not having kids for a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110711503963973649?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110711503963973649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110711503963973649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110711503963973649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110711503963973649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110677960783929586</id><published>2005-01-26T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:48:28.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Season!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad it tax time. I can't wait to get my check because I want to do some serious &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;. My plan is to go to Chicago and shop and have dinner there, but I don't want to drive. Oh well......if I want to go I guess I'll have to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt;, it's not that far anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;flipside&lt;/span&gt;.....I got my raise at work and I am happy about that because I can pay off the credit card bills and pay more on my car note. I want to buy some rental property this year so I'm &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to keep my credit &lt;em&gt;A-1&lt;/em&gt;. I'm going on a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow with this guy I meet about 2 weeks ago. He's cute but when he opened his mouth he lost about &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;4 points&lt;/span&gt; because he had silver or platinum teeth (&lt;em&gt;that's a turn-off&lt;/em&gt;) but I can't judge him by his teeth. I guess I'm going to watch the news now and see what's going on here in this crazy &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;City of Milwaukee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110677960783929586?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110677960783929586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110677960783929586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110677960783929586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110677960783929586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/01/tax-season.html' title='Tax Season!!!'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110565081644866989</id><published>2005-01-13T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T13:13:36.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS A SISTA SHOULD NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR</title><content type='html'>A co-worker and friend of mine sent me this in a e-mail today at work......I thought it was nice and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THINGS A SISTA SHOULD NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR -- STAND STRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never apologize for pursuing what makes you happy.  Even if you need to quit your job, transfer schools, or move across country, always do what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never apologize for using proper English.  Keeping it real doesn't mean speaking Ebonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never apologize for giving your best in a relationship that just didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never apologize for crying.  Wear waterproof mascara and express yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never apologize for ten pounds you need to lose.  People who truly care about you will accept you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never apologize for being frugal.  Just because you save your money instead of blowing it on the latest fashion emergency doesn't mean you're cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't apologize for being a single mom.  Babies are a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Never apologize for treating yourself to something special. Sometimes you have to show yourself some appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Never apologize for leaving an abusive relationship.  Your safety should always be a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Never apologize for keeping the ring even if wedding bells won't chime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never apologize for setting high standards in a relationship.  You know what you can tolerate and what simply gets on your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Never apologize for saying NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Never apologize for wearing a weave. You bought it so it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Never apologize to your new friends about old friends.  There's a reason she's been your girl from day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Never apologize for ordering dessert.  Or more than one dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Never apologize for dating outside your race.  Just because you found Mr. Right across the color line doesn't mean you don't love your brothas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Never apologize for not knowing how to cook.  Even if you can't burn like Grandma you know how to order good take out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Never apologize for your taste in clothes.  It's your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Never apologize for changing your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Never apologize for making more money than your man, you work hard and  you deserve to get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Never apologize for being you!  KEEP YOUR HEAD UP AND KEEP MOVING FORWARD!  ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT GOD LOVES YOU AND HE ALWAYS HAS YOUR BACK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, send this to all the Special Sistas in your life!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A friend is a person who knows all about you and still loves you just the same."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110565081644866989?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110565081644866989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110565081644866989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110565081644866989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110565081644866989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-sista-should-never-apologize.html' title='THINGS A SISTA SHOULD NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110491275314814297</id><published>2005-01-05T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:14:52.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well Happy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...It's 2005 and time to start off fresh. I hope everyone had a nice time during the holidays. I'm glad it's a new year because I need to start off fresh with a lot of things. I didn't make any &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt; because I never really complete them, so now I'm just going to make a list of things I need to do and just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate when people &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt; about their situation but never do anything to try and fix it. My cousin has been depressed for sometime now. He needs a job, &lt;em&gt;Baby Momma&lt;/em&gt; always complaining about money, and he has other &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; to, but I don't feel like writing them down. I've told my cousin that he needs to go back to school and get his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;GED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but he always has a reason as to why he can't go to school. He can't get a job because he will fail the drug test. So he just sits on his &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt; all day complaining and looking all sad and depressed. People have told him what he needs to do but he won't take any advice from &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; because he think he knows everything. With that &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt;, he is going to be sad, lonely, and depressed for awhile. I give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110491275314814297?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110491275314814297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110491275314814297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110491275314814297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110491275314814297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110365375833754201</id><published>2004-12-21T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T10:29:18.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Christmas is almost here and I'm glad. I didn't really do much &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; this year, but I did buy &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; a nice gift. I usually like this time a year, but for some reason I'm not really in the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;sprite. I guess I have too much on my mind. Well, anyways, I hope everyone have a nice and safe &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110365375833754201?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110365375833754201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110365375833754201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110365375833754201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110365375833754201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110278449903209839</id><published>2004-12-11T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:01:39.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Thank &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; it's the weekend. I am so tired of working, I need these 2 days to get some sleep in. I was going &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;, but I'll go later on at like 5:00 since the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt; is open later today. Well I guess I'm going back to bed &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, but once again &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110278449903209839?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110278449903209839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110278449903209839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110278449903209839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110278449903209839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend!!'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110265788841595835</id><published>2004-12-09T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:51:28.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working and Shopping</title><content type='html'>This has &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; much been a boring week for me. Work, work, and more work. I guess I can't complain because I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; the money. I guess I'll do some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;shopping this weekend. I really don't want to go shopping, but I want to get my family and friends &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; nice this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/span&gt; is getting on my nervous about being married. I'm glad their married, but it's kinda &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; to hear her end every sentence in "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SINCE I'M MARRIED NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"....My God, nothing has changed, but let her live it up for a few more weeks then she'll be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110265788841595835?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110265788841595835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110265788841595835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110265788841595835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110265788841595835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/12/working-and-shopping.html' title='Working and Shopping'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110201607434176980</id><published>2004-12-02T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T11:37:21.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette Party</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow I will be throwing my brother's girlfriend a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party at my house. I don't have a problem with throwing the party, but I need more than just&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to get everything together. My brother and his girlfriend announced last week Friday that they were getting married, next week &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Dec. 4th) Now that's quick, but I am glad they are doing it. The funny thing about it is that they went to some place in Illinois and got the marriage license (like 2 weeks ago) and now they are going to get married at the court house. I would have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; for them to have a nice wedding that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;involved &lt;/span&gt;their kids and their family, and take some time to plan everything since they've been together for like 10 years, but they wanted to get married &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. Why, I just don't know. But there is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;rhyme and reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for everything. I hope that they stay happy and enjoy life together .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110201607434176980?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110201607434176980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110201607434176980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110201607434176980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110201607434176980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/12/bachelorette-party.html' title='Bachelorette Party'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110159572539435987</id><published>2004-11-27T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T14:51:06.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well I hope everyone had a great &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;. I know I surely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just as I stated before my family is crazy. The dinner went alright and we did do the visiting thing, but that's when the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; stuff started. All I can say is Remy, Hennessey, and Absolute is not the best thing to have around my family. They just don't &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mix&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, I guess everything else in my life has been &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;, so I really don't have much to say, maybe something &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; might happen tonite, since I'm&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;steppin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110159572539435987?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110159572539435987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110159572539435987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110159572539435987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110159572539435987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110097526942308411</id><published>2004-11-20T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T10:32:21.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working The System</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of working. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have to work today anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) I have 2 jobs and I go to school part-time, this is just killing me. I need sometime to rest and get my mind together. I just wish that I was rich and I didn't have to worry about money all the time. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is it that the people who don't deserve always get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?" I mean I know this girl who doesn't work, not in school, has 2 kids, and she always have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...When it's time to go out and go shopping or go out to the clubs she always there. I mean where is she getting to money from?? I know how she gets the money, hell she's living off the system. She gets her rent paid, and she gets child support checks so I guess that how. I'm not trying to have no kids so I guess I won't be living off the system...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll just keep on doing it the hard way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110097526942308411?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110097526942308411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110097526942308411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110097526942308411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110097526942308411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/11/working-system.html' title='Working The System'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-110075652403200729</id><published>2004-11-17T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T21:42:04.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>Well as everyone know &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; is next week. I really hate to think about it because it means I have to spend it with my "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;" ass family. Plus I have to make a cake and lasagna. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Which I really don't want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)  I do love my family but there are certain people in my family who I just don't get along with and when you mix in alcohol it just get worse.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I met this guy about a week and a half ago, he seems nice so far, but the other night he told me he had a little girl. Now I really don't care if a guy has children, but I really don't want to deal with the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;baby momma drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". I guess only time will tell, but I really hope everything turns out alright, but with my luck right now I can only expect the the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-110075652403200729?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/110075652403200729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=110075652403200729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110075652403200729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/110075652403200729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-109986987031704624</id><published>2004-11-07T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T15:26:26.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbin'</title><content type='html'>Well last night I went to this new club called &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Area 414&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was actually nice. I had a nice time and there were plenty of cute men in there. I mean don't get me wrong there was some ugly guys in there and some "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;" women in there, but a majority of people in there were men. I know I was looking cute last night, but damn....All of the half naked girls got all of the attention. I know it was because they was damn near naked, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?? I mean I did get some play and a couple of numbers, but when it came down to dancing, the men was all on the dance floor watching the "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;naked&lt;/span&gt;" girls dance. Well I guess....I can't dance all the good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-109986987031704624?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/109986987031704624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=109986987031704624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/109986987031704624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/109986987031704624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/11/clubbin.html' title='Clubbin&apos;'/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-109968222473773742</id><published>2004-11-04T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T11:17:14.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce </title><content type='html'>I have a question....&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do people get married when you know you're going to get a divorce within the next 5 to 7 years? &lt;/span&gt;Today I went to court with my friend who got a divorce from her husband. I knew they were bound to get a divorce from the beginning of the marriage, because he was crazy and she couldn't trust him. When you don't have trust, how will you ever be able to stay together? I don't know, but I know I'm staying single because I don't want to deal with the drama of a man. Everyone I know is going through some type of relationship problem, either it's "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Baby Daddy&lt;/span&gt;" drama, or "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My man is in jail&lt;/span&gt;" drama, or "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He's cheating on me&lt;/span&gt;" drama. I can write for ever about my friends and their man issues, but I not in the mood right now. Maybe tomorrow. Hell, I just might write a book about this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-109968222473773742?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/109968222473773742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=109968222473773742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/109968222473773742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/109968222473773742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/11/divorce_04.html' title='Divorce '/><author><name>Miss. Sincere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12591697129973912835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03277055646800098896'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003294.post-109955232641336177</id><published>2004-11-04T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:12:06.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>I've been visiting a lot of blogs lately and I just figured that I should give it a try because I have a lot of things on my mind and this is an easy way to get "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;" things off me chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't even know where to start. Either with the "&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;President&lt;/span&gt;" or my life in general. I don't know.....maybe tomorrow I will know exactly what to type since I'm off from work and I'll have some time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003294-109955232641336177?l=thestruggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/feeds/109955232641336177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003294&amp;postID=109955232641336177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/109955232641336177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003294/posts/default/109955232641336177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestruggles.blogspot.com/2004/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Miss. 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