Ken^2

This story has me annoyed. No, i take that back. I'm not annoyed, I am upset. Here are some choice quotes: "When the homosexual compares himself to the black community, he doesn't know what suffering is."; "To equate a lifestyle choice to racism demeans the work of the entire civil rights movement."

I don't know what the good reverand is referring to as suffering; It could be slavery,  the economic plight of the inner city black community, or even racism. However, whatever way you choose look at it, the sheer audacity of that statement is simply mind numbing. I know that the black community wishes to define certain elements as "theirs", such as rap and hip-hop, but do they really want to claim "suffering" as "theirs"? Was Matthew Shepard not black enough to know suffering? In my mind, this low sense of self and crystallization within the black mind of racism as a black attribute is very self defeating.

for some reason, i just remembered the dream I had last nite. Its quite peculiar. Basically, the dream starts off with me working at Hopkins again on the 10th floor alone. Somehow or another, weird alien peoples come and start snooping around the floor. Then all the sudden, its daytime, and theres people running around, doing whatever they do @ a hospital. After awhile, some sort of weird panic breaks out. It starts out calm, with everybody climbing into the elevator to go back down to the 1st floor, but each time the elavtor stops, and they step out, they're back on the 10th floor. As this happens a few times, people are getting distressed & pressing the ground floor button furiously, but each time the elevator door opens, its back on the 10th floor. Seeing all this, I decide to be smart and go see wtf is going on. So I step out, goto the window, and look around. For some reason or another, it appeared that the 10th floor had been sectioned off from the rest of the hospital, and anytime the elevator would go somewhere, the whole floor just kinda move around to give u the impression that you were going down, when you really weren't. At any rate, to cut a long odd story short, I manage to break out of there, and go back onto the regular floors, where no one knew anything was wrong. Very, Very strange indeed.