Remember people Libya is the 10th largest oil reserve of any country in the world and the 17th highest petroleum production as stated. Please people don't be tricked or bamboozled into news propaganda take heed and understand the properties involved with respect to England and the United States. Instigating conflict among us; people representing the indigenous those of African descent is the means to their end totaling economic greed. Please read beyond filtered news media offering images of chaos and uproar which thus requires intervention by outsider. An urgent plea to investigate your history. Are the rebels who have been squandering billions of dollars better for this government? Will there be major genocide in this country darker versus lighter Libyans as Rwandan genocide. Brothers against brothers. What justification is other insertion? Remember the real deal "Oil" and "Money." Peace will not occur through war. Never, never let an oppressor liberate you . . .
I can't express how heavy a heart this one man Troy Davis has at present. How can we justified an err of human error who will resurrect this human being once death has set? I wrote about Troy Davis years ago after Lena Baker; executed in the State of Georgia which is historically known for their lynching/execution to date. After the execution of Lena Baker in 1945 they waited 60 years to grant a full pardon by state of Georgia how massive a mistake to have taken her life. We are not Allah/Jehovah to serve as the executioner and the ultimate judge. Take into consideration the Central Park jogging case which imprisoned five innocent youth at the time was convicted and served years in prison for a crime they did not commit. Later after DNA confirmation were release. Think about the injustice serve in these misjudge cases. A final note to all "May God have mercy on all our souls." I am a weep over this man Troy Davis who will if not pardon will die tonight at the hands of injustice.
As stated on Fight Network.com Controversial End to Mayweather and Ortiz fight.
It was Joe Cortez’s inept handling of the fight that readily provided the bizarre opportunity for Mayweather to KO a defenseless Ortiz. Mind you, Ortiz was defenseless by his own choosing, committing an amateur mistake against an all-time great. Mayweather, needless to say, took full advantage of the opportunity created by Joe Cortez’s mishandling of the fighters, as was his right under the rules and regulations of the sport of boxing. Perhaps a better question to add here is why shouldn’t Mayweather have used the opportunity presented to him by Cortez’s glaring error? Ortiz must shoulder the responsibility for his own knockout. He is a veteran prizefighter. He knows that the first rule of boxing is, “to protect yourself at all times.” Ortiz ignored at his own peril the words “protect” and “all times’ from the above mentioned adage, which led directly to his immediate destruction. What should Mayweather have done? Write a letter to Ortiz asking for permission to punch him?
The ugly and disappointing outcome to the Floyd Mayweather-Victor Ortiz fight is eerily reminiscent of a fight that took place 84 years ago between heavyweights Jack Dempsey and Jack Sharkey. During the 7th round, Dempsey hit Sharkey with a low blow. On his own accord, Sharkey dropped his hands and complained to the referee about Dempsey hitting him low. However, the ref had not stopped the fight, so Dempsey threw a left hook, which landed squarely on the point of Sharkey’s chin, knocking him cold before he hit the canvas. After the fight, when questioned about his actions, Dempsey said, “What was I supposed to do?, send him an engraved invitation to fight? This is boxing. You are supposed to protect yourself at all times!”
Midway through the 4th round, Ortiz had Mayweather pinned against the ropes in Floyd’s corner but he was unable to land any significant punches. Ortiz was throwing hard shots but very few were landing as Mayweather was once again employing his magnificent defensive technique, the shoulder roll, which he has mastered and turned into an art form.
Victor Ortiz grew visibly frustrated with his inability to land any power punches on Floyd. Boxing is the sport of controlled fury. Victor Ortiz was unable to control his anger and frustration in the 4th round and, as a result, he flagrantly fouled Floyd by jumping up and head-butting him in the face. This was an obvious and deliberate foul by Victor Ortiz. Referee Joe Cortez correctly stopped the action momentarily and deducted a point from “Vicious” Victor Ortiz.
"Always protect yourself. It's the first rule of boxing. And one that Victor Ortiz picked the wrong time to forget Saturday against Floyd Mayweather," Graham said.
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an alien to this locus
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impaled labyrinthine thoughts
cross future possibilities
sentence her to a bag lady
beat for a space to holler home . . .