Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

digitante, writer of Half Empty, presents us with the one of the funniest things I've heard in ages.

I Was Born in Jail With Cancer, a memoir by T.J. LeFray

benjamin

I am going to be killed by, in order, zegas, digitante, man_size, and 4_eyez.

And then warren_ellis is going to shit on my cat.

Looka hee-yah...
http://www.ljfunnies.com/comics/funnies.php?comic_id=275


benjamin

So.

40 years ago, on March 7th, 1965, some people started a march.
Five hundred and twenty-five people.
They were going to march fifty-four miles, from Selma, Alabama, to Montgomery, the state capitol.

This was all in protest of the death of Jimmie Lee Jackson, a young man who was shot at a civil rights demonstration. The trooper, now 70 years old, was never even questioned about the incident, and still claims to this day that his conscience is clear because he felt his life was in danger, and that if he hadn't shot Jackson in the gut, he would have been killed. All eyewitnesses said that Jackson was trying to defend his mother from the troopers. You see, there had been a rally at Marion, one which the police had broken up. By beating people, men and women, some of whom had been kneeling and praying in front of a church. Many whites who showed up began smashing cameras and shooting out streetlights. The troopers followed a number of the protesters who fled into a diner.

One of them began beating Jimmie Lee Jackson's mother. So he tackled the policeman. And he was shot in the gut. They wouldn't take him at the hospital in Marion, so he had to be taken to Selma. He lived long enough to tell reporters what had hapenned. Had he been admitted to the hospital at Marion, he may have lived.

But I digress.
The march that was to take place forty years ago -- for Jimmie Lee Jackson and for the right to vote without being accosted -- made it a few blocks.
At the Pettus bridge, the silent protesters were beset by state and local policemen.
And in front of journalists with still and television cameras, the cops fired tear gas at the marchers. Beat them with billy clubs. Attacked them with bullwhips.

This led to many protests, some led by Martin Luther King, Jr., and even Presidential influence from LBJ. And eventually, with "Bloody Sunday" as the day that the spark became a fire, they got their wish -- the Voting Rights Act of 1965.

And to think, a vast number of eligible voters in the United States...don't.

So...what did YOU do today?

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On a positive note, YOU WILL READ THIS MAN'S JOURNAL: digitante

Because he's fucking incredible. He has a book, even. Someday I'll have a book. That I wrote. But he's got one now. He is fully prepared to ROCK YOUR COCK. Or lack thereof...

benjamin sTone
12:05am, now March 8th, 2005, Urbana, Illinois
Current Music: "Poor Mary Lane" - Moxy Fruvous
Last Book I Read a Page of: "A Complete Lowlife" - Ed Brubaker
Last Movie: RAY
Next Movie: BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE