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12 year old Boy burns cross on his back in new fad

So there is this new idiotic fad/challenge amongst stupid ass teenagers in America. The concept behind this challenge is to make a pattern of salt on your back or anywhere on your body and then rub ice on the salt pattern  and hold it for as long as you can. Now here is where the stupidity really comes into play and a little 9th grade biology. The chemical reaction produce from salt and ice is the rapid release of extreme heat, hence the reason that in most places around the world they use to salt to deice roadways BECAUSE when salt comes into contact with ice, the chemical reaction is instantaneous. This is also why the roadways of places such as my home state of Michigan are horrible, because the amount of heat released form salt is so great that it can even damage asphalt. So why in the hell teenagers think it would be a good idea to put it on human skin and hold for youtube video hits is beyond me, but hell this is America so who knows why these dumb-ass kids do half of the things they do. The pictures above is yet another reminder of how dumb we can really be in this country, and how desperate we are for some entertainment. one thing is for sure…this boy will NEVER forget this lesson…hopefully.

“Woman Squeezes Testicles out of Scrotum”

On Tuesday June 6th, a Woman by the name of Joyce Maxine Gregory attacked her unarmed 59 year old boyfriend after some sort of dispute between the couple. It has been reported that on Sunday the couple had a disagreement and she grabbed her boyfriend scrotum in a “Vice-Like” and began to squeeze testicles. The man then tried to jerk himself away from Joyce’s grip, but when he jerked his body away he supposedly “INJURED HIMSELF”…meaning when he jumped back his nuts came out of his sack. This is truly a story where I cannot even begin to comprehend or understand how painful this mist have been for this man. As a fellow man I simply cannot understand what it must feel to literally have you nuts ripped out from your sack. I truly and honestly feel sorry for this guy and I hope this woman get’s some serious jail time. ………#SHOCKED!!!

“The Secret Meeting that Changed Rap Music and Destroyed a Generation” #TRUESPEECH

So this is an article that my cousin Dsoul had told me existed years ago but I honestly did not want to believe that such a plot to destroy a generation and forever change the Rap music. The article below is form someone who attended a meeting in 1991 that discussed a plot that over 20 years has become an unprecedented success. PLEASE take the time to read this article in it’s entirety.


After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society. I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day. So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.

Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted. This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.

The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces. Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future. Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry. Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us. The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.

Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background. I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”. At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments. I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us. We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares. Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled. Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons. Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a f****** joke?” At this point things became chaotic. Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside. My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences. We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.

A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us. I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather. No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention. I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family. I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to. I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.

As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves. Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it. Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music. I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.

I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment. As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew. Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex. Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration. Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible. Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable.

Thank you.”

This article was truly eye opening and looking at the issues that minorities are faced with today it seems that their plans went off without a hitch and has become more successful than they could have ever imagined. PEOPLE PLEASE STOP BEING PUPPETS AND FALLING PREY TO THE TRAPS THAT THESE WOLVES SET BEFORE US. THE SITUATIONS THAT BEFALL US AND THE ENSUING CIRCUMSTANCES ARE BY DESIGN. THIS IS REALITY AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS BEHIND THE SCENES.

Building Blocks: Guest Blog Spot from Bonito En Roasado

I had the Big Homie from Bonito En Rosado at the sinlge trio   He heard I was doing a Relationship Series and decided to bless with an account of some of the 5 most powerful types of relationship that we all go through that influence us on our way to find that perfect someone. PLEASE READ AND SUPPORT GOOD IDEAS.

By Bonito En Rosado

Behind me is a long tale of relationships I had that probably helped shape some of my views, at some point, thought they might have been the one but were lost along the way. I rarely talk about these relationships, which were stepping stones (I hope) to the altar because overall, marriage is the holy grail of relationships right!? once one hits that wall  everything or every woman that came before my wife (If I have one) seems to dull in comparison. Those relationships deserve better because without them there was a good chance I’d never have been able to recognize the real McCoy when we found it.
Over the years, I’ve noticed that of all the different romantic relationships. Five stand out as the ones I have or had before I decide settle down. In today’s post I want to Share these 5 with you, and discuss why they’re important in my travel to hopefully being married. Hopefully you all can relate an/or Agree with me…

5. The “I Know… I’m addicted” Relationship…
Have you ever been addicted to someone of the opposite sex? Of course you have. Ever had someone who you couldn’t fathom not being around regardless of how healthy or unhealthy being around this person could be. Sometimes, the chemistry between you and this person mixes in a way that it just seems impossible to remove yourself from this person. The fun part is that you might not even be attracted to them in the least,  hell you might not be fond of the personality and they might not even be that great in bed… still though.. you can’t seem to get away.  I’ve been in a addictive relationship, Just like a addictive friendship before. The type where you just keep going back to each other despite each other’s relationship status.
I’m kind of glad I experienced it before .
The “addictive relationship/Friendship” is important (To me atleast again) because it’s a reminder that we are all human. It’s a big reminder that you’re very capable of what I call the ” inexplicable attraction” and that high of  being intimate, physically and mentally… and the only way to break it is to avoid it AT ALL COST.

4.The “I Can say I Do Not Regret” Relationship…
We all like to say that we have no regrets in life. We act as if we wouldn’t change a thing that has happened to us because doing such would prevent us from becoming that person we are at this moment. I really heard all that and it sounds dead nice, but I know I am pretty sure I would’ve turned out ok even if I took back one or two previous relationships(Even a few flings too..).  If there is not one person in your life that you really wish you never fell Or had sex with for there is a good chance that you’re that person is someone wishes they never fell for(Trust me I been on both sides of that, currently going through it now). I know I’m that one person in this galaxy she wishes she never fell for( Do I care? No, Should’ve asked me a while ago. Though it is a post for another day.).
I’ve told myself I’ll never write another post about “her”, though what I will say is that from that relationship I honestly learned that it’s completely possible to love someone who doesn’t love you in the least bit and will never love you, Just pretend to.
Loving someone that doesn’t love you is the most impossibly pointless venture one can ever find their self dooped into and usually, when you finally break away you realize that you have learned nothing, gained nothing, and a big loss for a time.. Pretty much everything.  When the scars of love remind you of the fact that you could have had it all, and didn’t, you probably wish you never had met that person. Dig me?

3. The”She/He Is Sexing Me To New Heights” Relationship…
Honestly…it’s legitimately possible to marry “the best sex You’ve ever had” though most likely you won’t (To be frank about it). This is something that a lot of us average folk will never admit to, though for most of us there is that one person who will always have the only key to unlocking certain lustful sides of our nature. Thee traits are those parts of our bedroom personalities that we (Not all of us, I know as well as you should depending on the reader here.) never knew existed til we found ourselves letting them out of our sexual fantasy with that one person.
It could be a number of things, I’m not going to get to listing them here at my dude’s site (Unless he clears me to or asks me to Guest post again in the future. Maybe a “Sexual Friday Post” lol.), but let your imagination run for a completely free for a little bit. Think about that thing you did that one time that you never thought you’d do with her or him, but yet know you’ll never do with the person you marry(its highly possible, Check the stat books). Some things are just in the making of some relationships and other things are not. When the makings of a particular physical relationship includes the best sex you’ve ever had and ever will have (Or more.), it’s pretty hard for you two to actually deny each other when the chance presents itself (Or he’s hard enough, or your wet enough…) but you have to… I mean..when your BF or GF calls, are you really gonna play it off like she’s your best friend? Which in itself is another post I’ll be debuting here.

2. He/She is my “Bestfriend”.
I mean c’mon…Really!? Yes! Really…Being from Detroit and watching while enduring this scene it’s really common for a man and woman to develop a friendship and then have that friendship develop in to a physical relationship, Sometimes romantic depending on the basis of how this relationship came about. In my mind, this is actually the ideal way for a relationship (Friends turned bestfriends, for those who may have lost me.) to be born.
Though every so often, the exact opposite happens. You meet someone, begin dating them with the strict understanding off rip (See my Detroit lingo?), that the relationship could be romantic in nature..but somewhere  you realize you both make a terrible couple but great friends (No benefits, Yet.).
If 90% of the time, you argue & fight, learn to make her/him your best friend 1st. The thing that is completely great about this relationship is you can use that person as the prototype for your future. You may want someone who has all of the traits that make them your best friend, but none of which that makes the two of you compatible as and item. Plus, they know you better than your friends know you. Attempting to date them they saw a side of you your everyday friends never see, you two can share that with their peers who might be actually be perfect for you. They’ll be your biggest spokesperson consistently ranting your awesomesauce

1. The Good Ol’ “I Guess I’ll See You Next Lifetime …” No Baduizm.
There’s something utterly wonderfully heartbreaking about meeting someone who you find perfect for you at a time in your world when that perfection can not  even thought of  being explored.
In the movies, love is worth moving mountains, picking up and starting  new lives, breaking people’s  hearts and whatever else needs to be made for the right people to end up together. In real life, Its not that type of party(No Waka). Reality is real…  sometimes fate/Destin just isn’t on our side. You can’t always give up everything for love. The thing is, these kinds of relationships can end up being beautiful.. when you end up finding that person who makes you just as equally happy. When you do, you are left with no regrets at all.

Where do you all stand? Tell me in the comments, Fb me here Or Tweet me @RosadoPopulair Have you had any of the above relationships? If so how have they helped you?  settling down? Are you in one of these relationships right now? If so, please over share, we’d love to hear what you’re experiencing. Until then. I’m glad my dude let me come hold his site down, Remember Follow @TheSingleTrio also at our site TheSingleTrio And one more thing I know you all are tired of me by now, Here is my Personal blog HERE Tumblr My tumblr is NSFW unless you have your own private office.