Well, first you have to understand WHY Marshall likes rap music, and how it got that way.
Marshall was born and raised in Los Angeles ("LA") in what some might call, "a ghetto". For some, using the word "ghetto" is offensive, but for many Americans it's a neutral word that simply means "poor, rough neighborhood", so I'll use it. Marshall wasn't raised in a preppy, rich white neighborhood where they played the Beatles all the time. So, due to the statistical fact that the majority of people of color live in ghettos in LA, his cultural influences and peers were Mexican and Black...and rap music that they listened to came with it all. (I'm not going to say "African American" here because at some point assimilated people of color who have their own identity take offense to the term "African American". I think it's safe to say "Black" here in this instance.)
Marshall is mixed Mexican and Caucasian. You can't tell from his videos and pics (because of the flash/lighting), but he is noticeably brown in person. (He's even browner when he tans! like VERY brown on some summer weeks) He looks more Mexican than he does white. So, he explained to me, because of his "brownness" he wasn't accepted into white circles of friends. He was more accepted by persons of color (black, mexican, etc). Generally the type of music people of color in LA listen to is Rap music and so that's how he got into the mix of it.
Anyhow, his cultural influences and friends led him to grow up around Rap music and that's what he likes. It's what he grew up with.
The streets of LA are also how he learned to be such a good fighter. It's pretty brutal surviving in a place like that. There's no after school programs that his mom signed him up for. That's a place where people become "latch key children" running around on the streets with no adult supervision. So he got into a lot of situations - unprovoked - where he had to use his fists to get out of a pickle or survive. Some of the stories Marshall has told me about what it was like to grow up in LA on the streets, I just COULD NOT imagine putting my sons in those situations at so young an age. It's a miracle Marshall survived.
So anyhow, Marshall and I agreed that when it comes to music videos on the internet we won't look at other's nakedness. So, generally, I will only search the "lyrics" version of songs. Marshall puts whatever, but he plays the lists without looking at the videos. I asked him before about it. Even if he does violate our agreement, or sins against The Torah by catching a glimpse at some boobies he shouldn't be looking at, I have learned not to get worked up about it because "YHWH sees!". It's exhausting worrying about what my partner might be letting "slide through the cracks" while online, but I trust YHWH to hold him accountable. I also believe that every spouse secretly knows in their bones when his or her husband/wife has been lusting because s/he will feel this unexplainable anger rise up out of nowhere against the spouse. Spouses can feel that stuff in their gut. So unless Marshall wants to deal with a bitch all day, he's pretty much learned that doing the right thing even when I can't see = shalom in the home.
I am probably more extreme in my views on this issue than Marshall. I also side with the Ultra Orthodox on this issue and I'm really against cell phones and social media, as it is. I think cell phones are the "Mark of the Beast" because everyone has to have one to "buy and sell". They let a lot of sin in the door. I severely limit my time on the cell phone and leisure websites because of all the nudity that I can become exposed to in 24 hours. It's defiling to be online in many ways. And I've seen great blessings come from staying away from websites and APPs that expose me to others' nakedness. Modern society is just too desensitized to nudity and seeing it every day. A breast is like a tree these days: commonplace and nobody reacts.
I do consume music online though, because the DJs in my area do NOT build playlists to my liking and I no longer can sustain carrying around a collection of 500 CDs. My personal belief about secular music is that as long as it doesn't advocate something against The Torah, it's okay to listen to, even if it has curse words, yelling, and screeching about how the government is oppressive. The secular world is the dominion of humankind and I believe Elohim created us to enjoy our life, even through music that is not worship music. I'm not one of those "worship music only" people. I watch secular movies and listen to secular music for enjoyment.
Actually, I am against most worship music because The Messiah taught that worship of Elohim should be done in private so it's inconsistent to sing solo/duet worship music in front of others. Because it's being done for others to see.
What about you? What religion are you? Does it forbid secular music? Do you think that all those religious sects that forbid secular music are uptight and sap the joy out of life?
Noted! Thanks.
Not true at all. S/he recommended I used "goyish" as an adjective. And DID I?
Need I remind you that "blind trust" is STUPID?
Marshall has a no cheating/Monogamy within marriage mindset. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to lift the hood of the car every now and then and check the fluids! I check on my relationship the way I check on my car: I expect Marshall to do his job and maintain it, but I double check!
I'm so glad she's finally going to get nailed to the wall. You deserve it, melinduh. Been catching up whenever I can, seeing melinduh getting beaten into a coma legally like this makes me want to give Null even more money. I wish I were kidding, but seeing a scumbag like her finally go down just made my fucking decade. Jesus fucking christ I hope those poor kids get rescued soon. God works in mysterious ways, indeed.
Marshall hasn't been in a real fight in his entire life. You can tell by the way he talks about these sorts of things that he has
zero experience whatsoever in this area. He has no real confidence, he can only bluster and lie. That's not to say that he hasn't been attacked before. I sense that someone must've made him feel very powerless, quite often, for a nice long time, given how much he impotently wishes he were a tough guy. lol. It's just so comical, and what makes it funnier is that we can tell you how ridiculous he looks saying his nonsense and how stupid you look for believing him, but you just can't help falling for the nonsense, can you? You need nonsense because truth hurts your soul.
I feel like I could slap him in the face in front of you and he wouldn't do anything about it. I bet I could slap
you in the face in front of him and he still wouldn't do anything about it. Face it, melinduh, you just wouldn't be "worth the trouble", that's probably exactly what he'd think while he scampered away to save himself, lol. Why would I use my hands on either one of you, though? I bet my hand would stink like ass for a fucking week if I slapped either one of you in the face. Plus, don't you see how much more fun words can be?
How does it feel to know that you're just believing the lies another meth addict is telling you? Do you just not question any of his obvious meth bullshit because you're hoping he doesn't question your own obvious meth bullshit? Like why "his" child has blond hair? No one believes you, he only pretends to believe you because he has no spine. Just like you pretend to believe him when he talks about how tough he is. Everyone knows you spread your legs or open your mouth for any man that happens to be around when he's away. Marshall does the same with any men that are around when you're not there too. You say that marshall was your first anal partner? Why do I get the feeling you've
always preferred getting cocks up your ass since you were ~17?
Don't all you nasty religious hoes prefer the poop-chute so you can save PIV sex for "real" marriage later? Or were you in your early 20's when you found this thing you call a religion? It's okay if that's what you've always been like, no need to be embarrassed about it. I just think it's mean to have poor marshall believing he's your one and only. A person's beliefs shouldn't turn them into something so unnatural and disgusting, how'd you end up this way? Do you now tell yourself you haven't had 9 husbands because only Marshall counts as your real husband? All the others have finally been reduced to "concubines" in your wormy little mind that has to keep re-writing history and reality to save you from the realization that you're completely shit inside and a big loser as well?
What do you clowns call the meth in front of those poor kids of yours? Do you say "mommy/daddy needs their medicine now..."? Or are you like Michael Jackson calling booze "jesus juice" and call your meth something like "mana"? I hope you don't do that. I really hope you don't call it anything that makes the kids curious about it. Holy shit, what a pair of complete fucking losers. If you both killed yourselves in a way that the kids didn't see or find you, you'd be doing the best thing possible for those kids.
You're both actually fucking stupid enough to call meth something like that, aren't you?
Just admit it, scumbag, you lost.
We should each pick up the torch, light a candle, and from time to time repeat the Words He gave to us:
Kill yourself, whore.
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