My fellow Bahamians; how long are we to accept mediocrity and passivism as if it were our birthright? Mindlessly going thought our daily routines as if we were programmed machines made to exist void of any hope of individual desires, goals and dreams. It's a fact that external governments open and blatantly defy our rights as an independent authority to govern our affairs in a manner that is best for Bahamians. It is my opinion that if and when any government choose to flex their super powers... Read More

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Life will hit you hard from all sides and at times seem too hard to bare. What help me through the rough times is knowing that "it too will change". A Change Gonna Come... Lyrics by Sam Cook I was born by the river in a little tent Oh and just like the river I've been running ever since It's been a long, a long time coming But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will It's been too hard living but I'm afraid to die Cause I don't know what's up there beyond the sky It's been a long, a long ti... Read More

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Every one is bound whether willingly or unwillingly to obey that intellect in which they recognize qualities and virtues superior to their own. To capture someone it is not sufficient to enslave their body - it is necessary to enlist their reason; To free someone it is not enough to strike the shackles from their limbs - their mind must be liberated from bondage to their own ignorance.

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All you men; follow instructions carefully. It's not difficult. To make a woman happy, a man only needs to be: 1. a friend 2. a companion 3. a lover 4. a brother 5. a father 6. a master 7. a chef 8. an electrician 9. a carpenter 10. a plumber 11. a mechanic 12. a decorator 13. a stylist 14. a sexologist 15. a gynecologist 16. a psychologist 17. a pest exterminator 18. a psychiatrist 19. a healer 20. a good listener 21. an organizer 22. a good father 23. very clean 24. sympathetic 25. athletic... Read More

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The Grim Strangers Tune written by: Chris Rolle A lonely stranger sits there whistling, whistling, whistling a sad, sad tune; on top of a stone, at the edge of a cliff, under the light of the pail full moon. Whistling, whistling rocking gently, hand in his lap a hat on his head; whistling a tune to comfort the restless, the souls that are lost in the Sea of the Dead. A black cloak for cover to keep out the cool air, a bottle of whisky tucked near by his side; the light of the moon is riding t... Read More

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