Brooklyn news: Rabbi Busted for money laundering.

Well Well Well look what we got here A brooklyn rabbi (jewish scholar) was found guilty for Money Laundering to a conspiracy charge in the largest federal corruption sting in New Jersey. Hmm what do you know A "Mafia" made of Jews, I say that was a sloppy job if you ask me. The name of the rabbi is Mordchai Fish (If it ain't GOLDstein,GOLDBERG,SILVER,SILVERstein,bloomBERG then it's, fish? that's not a value. Oh wait it is ,it can be sold i get it) he is Brooklyn's principal rabbi of congregation sheaves achim. This was a Federal investigation And 46 people was involved and 5 rabbis were arrested in july 2009 All for money laundering and public corruption. Fish (Rabbi) is conspired to launder about $900,000 (Wow! that's not even a milli right their) that he thought was criminal proceeds from some dude named Solomon Dwek who was posing as a business man but really was a undercover government cooperator, BUSTED! Evidence from court files indicate that Dwek was giving Fish checks for some religious charity that the rabbi converted into cash to give back to Dwek but of course the rabbi Fish had to minus 10% for commission, you gotta make money some how right?. It's not clear how much time this guy will be serving or the other jews who were involved but i say not even Abraham can help them at this point or can he. I thought Jews were suppose to be these righteous people from god but I got to ask myself are these people even real jews? Shalom

17 Month old Kymell Oram brutal death Brooklyn news

Kymell Oram was born to the world by his drug- addicted mother to be brutally killed by his foster mother's 19 yr old boy friend (kysheen Oliver) at just 17 months old. A moment of since please for Kymen Oram………………May he rest in peace.
I'm like so upset I had to kiss my daughter who just turned 14 months last week and tell her I love her she just looked at me and smiled and kept eating her cheese doodle. Man what kind of a monster can do such a thing to a toddler a baby really to my eyes. The story is that the peace of shit of a man kyshenn oliver (boy friend of kymell's foster mom) punched and broke 3 ribs of baby kymell. Now this been happening for a while because the baby had old bruises when police arrived to the east new york apartment from a phone call his foster mother made as she saw baby kymell breathless not moving on the floor. Neighbor marble pejada told reporters that she saw baby kymell multiple times crying by himself in the hallway floor because his foster mother left him outside for crying to much in the apartment. Kymell also was seen by marble banging his head on the outside door crying for his foster mom and her boyfriend to open up the door (bastards). Kymell fought for his life but on the 11 day the ventilator that harvested his heart was removed the autopsy found that he died from lung and blunt force trauma injuries and he suffered from rib fractures AND internal bleeding (SMH WTF MAN) .
ACS had a case with kymell foster mother whose name is Teyuanna Cummings 32 yrs old. She also has another foster child who is 9 yrs old and a biological daughter who is 10 but these kids looked well with no signs of abuse. Check this out since ACS saw that the Apartment looked ok and their was food in the fridge they figured everything was ok well obviously that was not the case. I believe if families has a open ACS case don't just acknowledge the fridge and how "unsoiled" the apartment is, Check their clothes as well. Check their rooms also, check their arms stomach, legs, and back. Now thats how they suppose to do their job. Had they done that they would of seen the bruises on baby Kymell's body! and he probably would have been alive. Now the other 2 kids are under foster care and they probably going to end up in another screwed up home. All i can say is if you have a baby,kids,teenager and your a non abusive parent go to them and hug them and tell them you love them as for the abusive parents who curse at their kids and beat them go turn yourself in you need to be locked up like the animal that you are. RIP Kymell Oram.

Brooklyn Bedstuy News

I just read the shortest news report about 2 Brooklyn men Slain Execution-Style in a Bedford-Stuyvesant home on pulaski St. Now is it me or their has been a lot of murderees things going down this year. 2011 is the year where the 90's come back for revenge. Now back to the story it was a 6 sentenced story stating that Jason Bostic, 30 and 27 year-old man unnamed at the moment was found downstairs' of the building by Bostic step father shot dead. (SMH) When i read things like this it just saddens me because what really happened. Like what's the story was it drug related? Did they owe somebody money for something? Like what happened for 2 men to deserve such a nasty ass death. Nobody i mean nobody should go out like this but like they say "Shit happens" but i say RIP and i hope they repented before their souls left their body, amen.

Bushwick Park News

In bushwick brooklyn there is a park named Maria Hernandez park that was once named Bushwick Park. This park was renamed after Maria Hernandez in 1989 after she was murdered by drug dealers because she stood up for her neighborhood fighting against the drug dealers in her block. Maria use to organize block parties and community gatherings to evict the drug dealers from the community but on August 8, 1989 she was shot 5 times through her window in her Bushwick apartment on Star St. RIP Maria Hernandez. As a kid i grew up in the neighborhood of bushwick i lived several blocks away from Maria Hernandez park but i knew the park as Knickerbocker Park with nothing but crack heads and dope phenes that roamed like zombies robbing people shooting up drugs and bullets, murder was in the air like every week that was in the 90's tho today it's improved so much the neighborhood and the park. The park won an honor in December 2006 for park of the month. Now 2011 the city park commissioner adrian benepe is partnering up with Bryant Park Corp. President Daniel Biederman to invest lots of money to upgrade the park. They even came up with $100,000 to plant elaborate FLOWER GARDENS at all four entrances i mean thats good and all but the only thing thats going to come out of that is that the flowers will be stollen and placed inside the apartments of some commutes just like the movable chairs they placed in the park so people can sit anywhere they feel like, Now those chairs are out the park no where to be found and any money bet the same movable chairs from the park are inside the apartment's of some commuters in bushwick (lol). The good thing is the kids will have more things to do for the summer like programs involving theatre with the new stage they built and what ever else they have planned. Good things come to those who wait. Right.

CONEY ISLAND BROADWALK NEWS

Here we go again with these damn city officials messing everything up in this here city. Now all of a sudden the plan is to pave the famous Coney Island broadwalk with…CONCRETE, But of course to not make the people angrier than what they already are they changed their mind and now decided to just concrete the middle of the broadwalk (WTF). The whole five blocks worth of broadwalk will have concrete through the entire middle section. Although the city owns the broadwalk which originally is called The Riegelmann Broadwalk, All new yorker's and tourist know it as The Coney Island Broadwalk and if they follow up on this plan The Coney island broadwalk will now be called "The whack ass coney island broadwalk".

JASMIN STRONG "No More"

Bright light's i'm looking for a new sight.
Lord can you hear me, can you hear me.
I'm searching for the night, I'm searching for some light, I'm searching for a place where i can live my life.
Where I can be me and not what they want me to be.
I'm searching for some names, I'm searching for the fame.
I'm searching for the game that never ends with pain, never plays the same where players can be tame.
No more getting thirsty, my mouth is never dry, no more hunger, no more slumber, no more thunder from a wonder.
No more crying, no more lying, no more sadness, no more madness.
A place to be the greatest inspiring for the brainless, creating new greatness where nothing is nameless.
A place where i can spread the free and keep it free theirs no command told by man, This place will be a new land.



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JASMIN STRONG "Cold"

The weather is cold.
The cold i can't control.
Days are short and the night is long.
The time has changed.

What is cold to a lifeless body.
To a body full of life the cold is told.
Chilled skin so deep my bones feel old.
Outside the trees are leafless branches
The love of the sun is gone no more romancing.
Time is passing when you hear your favorite song just start dancing.
If you have fake gold stop the flashing that shit is embarrassing,
stop the prancing.

The sun is out but the buildings are giving shade no sun light on my face so there's no need for shades.
I'm listening to sounds and the sounds start to fade as i walk my way up the block, I look up and the sky is grey.
Damn what a day i feel so out of place but that's another discussion, so i'ma keep going and continue the walking no more talking it's to cold for all this, i'm going home.


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JASMIN STRONG "Dont Stress"

Don't worry about what the day brings,
The world is waiting on you to share your views.
So much talent but none is shared from greatness,
the life of man is undergoing nothing but fake ish is overflowing the land of god.
They living in a wizard of oz remember in the end the wizard wasn't a wizard at all.
What you thought was the truth is just a fluke.
Human youth is confused with the lies beneath their feet,
kids run to the street when they have problems at home they think they are grown because they own a cell phone.
Mom and dad are not broke but they broke their own home.
Memories lie while they say their goodbyes look up at the kid with tears in their eyes.
Dont worry you will survive in time you'll be all right.
Now it's time for success you'll be the best if you don't stress.
Breath in and let it out now finish the rest.



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JASMIN STRONG "A Thought"

Thought's flash thru my mind like a tornado.
Collision's form from a colossal of thinking.
Envision a world the way you would want it.
What form would it be, what life will be in it.
It's always about what we want but do we always get it.
The impossible can be possible to the probable act of a being.
Who are we as people if we can't control feeling's.
Does anyone have the answer to life or even after life.
The creator of a creation has brought us together.
What is trust if we don't respect one another, if i meet you today i will not
know you tomorrow.
Forget about the past and dont' hold on to what is not there.
The future is near and we live in the present.
Whats a new year if your living like last year.
Don't wait for the end to come to think of what you could have done with your life.
Keep moving forward keep thinking far so far you can't keep up to whats normal but then again what is normal when your history is alien.

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JASMIN STRONG "Joy Powder"

life shadows come across the light see your flesh it's wasted of the drugs you take.
Take a break you look like toxic waste look at you plate nothing but powder,
you stink go take a shower abandonment is what you did to yourself.
what happened to respect that shit went off the deck your ship crashed,
the iceberg got hit and clashed.
The bags under your eyes is looking bad so sad to see a mother just loose her class so fast .
what a drag you wont even raise the white flag to call it quits you rather burry your wits it makes you sick to stop your fix.
rehab is calling to help you stop those urges.
Your kids is waiting for you to come home they all alone you talk to them on the phone,
they love you so much that it hurts you so, to have these lil supporters lift up your soul.
it's time to go your body is loosing control your sweating,shaking screaming for cocaine
damn your in pain but your recovering is sustained.
4 weeks later you look way better from what you did that day.
Your skies aren't grey now its time to pack your bags.
Dont worry relax you'll be fine just dont slip on the narcs stay away from the crack it's wak.

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JASMIN STRONG "Can you relate?"

Life.

What is life?

What is my life.

Is it a waste of time and air on earth.

Sometimes i ask myself questions and answer them with more question's.

Am i living right?

What has come of me?

So much more then what i can see.

I must do more of what i am her for.

People who don't know me should know me and people who know me should receive me better.

I'm not who you think i am.

People see what they want to see and feel what they want to feel.

Whether it's good or bad and whether they know or dont know.

People love to play games like ring around the rosie but then what? "They all fall down" What a sound when people get disappointed smiles on their faces turning to frowns.

Thing's is not what you thought it was fine and dandy sweet like candy.

It turn's out more to be sour and spoiled.

Water with oil, no good for the soil.

You get caught up from the coil.

Your life is twined if only we can rewind time change the grind unwind the mind switch the do time and transform it to something that is fine and become thinker's of the wise.

Tell the deceiver to "stop it slime" get back inline and dont cross my line watch me glow and shine.

This shit right here is all mine.

Can you read mind's? See what i see.

Come take my hand so you can explore with me.

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JASMIN STRONG "no one is perfect"

Tear's of sorrow

my soul worry's about where will i go

misery sway's me through a world wind.

I hear music a Man that sings.

Over and Over i hear the Man sing.

I wish he would just shut the fuck up!!!

Sympathy Awakes me.

lost of Words Frightens me.

A Misunderstood Women is who i am.

Judgement falls upon me from a man.

Well WOO to you man.

What makes you greater then me.

He who is perfect take the 1ST step.

Your no better then me.

You are You and I am me

From The Eyes Of The Beholder Your Just Like Me.

And I Am Just Like You.

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JASMIN STRONG "A deep thought"

Kings of the narrow earth cometh to the sea of blue where creature's breath in the wet and choke in the dry.

See what I see and show me your view's of today's land and the ancient land's of yesterday.

Fire beneath the soil of man's land not 1 thought was given to the ruler of the new world to burn all of which is no good in the lava of the earth's core.

The sky which you call heaven polluted in gas and smoke of man's creation's.

Your creation has destroyed your world and we who seek refuge don't have the courage to embrace the power's of which GOD has given to us,

because we do not know the SECRET to the world but I know the secret and scared I shall not be any longer for the kings of the world told me who I am and what I am here to do!

The secret is the attraction of life.

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JASMIN STRONG "Whether"

Days are not what they once was.

The night is coming faster then what the wind blows.

Clouds are full of dust from earth's polluted land's.

Man has destroyed our surface.

When will we stop the madness?

When will we fight for what is ours?

Will we win?

Will we lose?

From the looks of it we are too afraid to stand up for our rights as people of the land of man.

Our LAND.

Everything has changed nothing is the same.

The food has changed, music, water and not for the better but for the worst.

Our whether seems as if man controlled it more than nature.

This is a disaster earth has become human natured.

No longer depending on it's on matter.

We living in a battle.

Earth Vs People!

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