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WHAT UP FAMILY! DON'T MISS TONIGHT MONDAY FEB 16TH ON BLOGTALKRADIO. COM/THE-JUGGALO-EMPIRE SPECIAL INTERVIEW WITH WHITNEY PEYTON!


THIS YOUNG LADY HAS BEEN MAKING MOVES ALL OVER THE UNDERGROUND AND IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF HER YET, YOU WILL AFTER TONIGHT!


NOT ONLY THAT BUT THERE IS A SPECIAL SURPRISE HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTESS WHO WILL BE INTEVIEWING HER! (HMMMM? WHO COULD THAT BE? HAHA)


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MAKE SURE YOU TUNE IN!


MCL
-THE JUGGALO EMPIRE










WHEN: FEB 16 @ 9PM EST/8PM CST/7PM MST/6PM PST

WHERE: BLOGTALKRADIO.
COM/THE-JUGGALO-EMPIRE

WITH SPECIAL MYSTERY HOST/HOSTESS???

MCL
-THE JUGGALO EMPIRE

I went there today, I went to the cross where Travis laid and where my life ended. A new chevron sign is up and the cross was leaning surrounded by weeds... I went there and I sat. I sat on the rocks with my paintbrush in hand. I painstakingly painted in the letters that Justin carved so long ago. The letters that we all carved with our agony and tears. I painted them blue. I painted them so people would know who he was and see the one life that ended and the many that were ruined. I painted them blue because he's a dad, and dad's always like blue-it's their color. I painted them his blue. The blue that looked so good against his skin, the blue of the sky above our kite, the blue I feel everyday. I sat there on the rocks and painted. Each stroke on the wood reconnecting me to him. The world ceased to exist for me as I painted the T, the R, the A, and so on. I heard the world-the bird singing my sorrow, the crickets chirping in their condolences, the forest animals feeling my agony but too afraid to comfort me. Everything seemed to know what happened in that spot and how I am so affected by it and grieving for it. Even the cars knew. Some slowed to show their respect to Travis-to me, his sister. some drove by to show their indifference, one sped up to show his ignorance. All present, but I sat on the rocks and painted. I pulled the weeds away. The weeds that hid my grief, that tried to push away what happened to Travis. Out of sight, out of mind. I pulled them away with fury. They came out so easily-too easily. As if Travis was there saying "Look what I taught you." Then, I sat on the rocks. I sat there with him until it was dark, going over every letter just to be a little closer to him-to be connected again. When I could no longer see, I sent a prayer up and told him I love him-now and for always, turned my lights on and drove away. Maybe the paint will get washed away, maybe it won't. Maybe my efforts were in vain and maybe he wasn't really there. But for those few moments in my world where my roses are black and my skies spew rain and thunder, I didn't hurt. I didn't cry. I felt at peace.

So, I don't have my computer up and running and it really fuckin sucks.. but right now, there's nothing I can do about it. I miss you all very much, and I can't wait to get back on here and chat with you all.

WARNING THIS VIDEO IS VERY GRAPHIC BUT TO BE HONEST WITH YOU I HOPE THAT IT MAKES YOU SICK TO YOUR STOMACH BECAUSE IF IT STOPS ONE PERSON FROM DRIVING DRUNK THEN IT WILL BE WORTH IT. WATCH IT THEN WATCH IT AGAIN. IF YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT THINKS THEY ARE COOL AND LIKES TO DRINK AND DRIVE SHOW THEM THIS VIDEO BEFORE SOMEONE MAKES A VIDEO ABOUT THEM. WE GET TIRED OF SEEING THE AFTERMATH OF DRUNK DRIVERS. INNOCENT PEOPLE GETTING HURT AND THE DRUNKS WALKING AWAY WITHOUT A SCRATCH AND THE COURTS NOT PUTTING THEM IN JAIL. HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU SEE DRUNK DRIVERS KILL SOMEONE AND IT NOT BE THERE FIRST OFFENSE. SOMETHING HAS GOT TO BE DONE. TAKE CARE AND DRIVE SAFE. AND DONT DRINK AND DRIVE.

Moonlight Ride Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, Because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school you had to have a clout, And dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night. Her parents frowned but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies, But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the party was great, But the moonlight ride would have to wait. For Jeff was half drunk by this time. But he kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point But only after he'd smoked another joint. They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride, Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally made it to the point at last, And Jeff started trying to make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don't mean playing football). "Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb." With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away: "Please take me home, I don't want to stay." Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, But he just got faster as they neared the town. "Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied. I really went out for a moonlight ride." Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash. "Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!" She doesn't remember the force of impact. Just that everything all of a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!" Voices she heard...a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, And if the people in the other car were alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside her head, As they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, And wish I could return their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there ~ she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best To bid that girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes oh so sad. "Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad." This story is sad and unpleasant but True, So young people take heed, it could have been you. Drinking and driving is definitely Not cool. Please!!! Think before you drink!

HAVE A HEART Close to the door he paused to stand As he took his class ring off her hand All who were watching did not speak As a silent tear ran down his cheek And through his mind the memories ran Of the moments they walked and laughed in the sand But now her eyes were so terribly cold For he would never again have her to hold They watched in silence as he bent near And whispered the words...... "I LOVE YOU" in her ear He touched her face and started to cry As he put on his ring and wanted to die And just then the wind began to blow As they lowered her casket into the snow.... This is what happens to man alive...... .....When friends let friends..... drink and drive

'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give and to see just who in the home did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. with medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind, For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier,once I could see more clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, silent and alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how I pictured a United States Solider. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up in a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day. The all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and started to cry. The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, "Santa, don't cry. this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, My life is my GOD, My country, My corps." The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep. I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold night's chill. I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night, the guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas day, all is secure" One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. " Merry Christmas dear friend, you're in my prayers tonight."