Sorry, but this is a dupe: http://www.videosift.com/video/crazy-rastas-hearty-laugh-050-onwards

It really was the best gear for playing army.....bout as much accoutrement as a battle-hungry kid could imagine...and still be able to play with dolls and be cool-all the real Joes' had a rucksack with Barbie's shit innit....oh, and stockings and cocaine, for all the ladies in "enemy" territory....The black one looked great in heels....he had real nappy hair, too......not yer run a th' mill, molded blonde like the whitey-Joe...They should have made rasta wigs for em....for the whole, mercenary doll line....

Whoa!! There's an Idea....Blackwater dolls!!!

+ rasta *music (papers not included)

*rasta

I live in Ireland and have been listening to Sineads pronouncements for 20 years or more. She lives down the road from me and she is nuts. She takes out full page newspaper adds to appeal for privacy or announce her retirement (shortly before a tour or new album etc.) The latest is people are leaving poison cakes outside her house for her kids...

Its revisionist nonsense to say this was about one thing or another because at the time I only heard her refer to abortion and "patriarchy" when defending this. She was pissed at catholics because the Irish had voted against allowing abortion in Ireland (whom she described as "too childlike to understand what they were voting on"), this having a lot to do with religous opinion.

Dont forget that after all this she later became a catholic priest(!). Then she got tired of that and she became a rasta priest. This only scratches the surface with Sinead. She made lengthy (and very graphic) statements about her own sexual abuse at the hands of her mother in an irish paper. The sex abuse had profoundly religous characteristics and was quite horrific. Her brother happened to write for the same paper and this resulted in a public back and forth between them, with both he and her father insisting it was all lies.

You might not believe I'm a fan of Sineads, but I am. Shes very talented but she is on a different planet. I long ago learnt to listen to her music and ignore the rest.

haha, we had a good chuckle when watching that, rasta's have the best jobs. But it might make sense. Many people with reef tanks use an epoxy or glue to repair or simply form their reefs.

The epoxy will simply hold the coral in place until it the two pieces grows together.

triple lol !!! or lol to the 3rd. Are you a pastafarian ?

In reply to this comment by MINK:
double lol... i wished you luck in iraq because i am not having a baby (that i know of

and about the praying thing, yeah it's weird, i use that word as a kind of "i am seriously sending you good vibes"

it's like peer to peer praying, no god involved, we are all god, jah ras tafari, selassie the first, etc.

no i am not a rasta.

good to clear that up for you.

In reply to this comment by qruel:
LOL
that must be the other "Q" or your sense of humor.
you will not find me anywhere near iraq (or even contemplating it for that matter) and while I appreciate the thought, it's always weird as an atheist when I hear that someone is gonna "pray" for me. But I know you said it out of kindness, so again, I appreciate the thought.




In reply to this comment by MINK:
lol, good luck in iraq. i'm praying for you man.

In reply to this comment by qruel:
oh yea, congrats on the upcoming baby. prepare to be the happiest no sleep zombie around.

In reply to this comment by MINK:
there's other members starting with q, but i think you're the one i like? or maybe you're that idiot who made a stupid comment against me 4 months ago and i wish you were dead.

anyway congrats! woop!

funny how people shit on mormons but love da rasta.
it's all about the ganja innit.
maybe mormons should smoke more and chill out a bit? better marketing...

Tags changed from "rasta,reggae" to "rasta, reggae, 70s" by gold star member swampgirl.

This is a dupe of this: (which works)
http://www.videosift.com/video/crazy-rastas-hearty-laugh-050-onwards
which is a repost of this: (which was discarded)
http://www.videosift.com/story.php?id=4912

Oh she went more than slightly mad

The girl is plain nuts, talented but totally bonkers. Remember the whole tearing up the popes picture thing? Fast forward a couple of years and shes claiming to be a Catholic-Rasta priest... Whatever floats peoples boat is fine, but I wish she would have an opinion she didnt feel the need to express in the media.

yeah, I think it was in New Zealand... I first saw it on one of his DVD's. A lot of his responses crack me up -
Q: Do you have to smoke to be a rasta?
A: ... ... nah, mon.
...
Q: what about alcohol?
A: alcohol make ya DRUNK, mon!

All of the lyrics to the song:

Intro:
Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler?
No I'm not.
Are you a man, and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes?
Yes I can.
Are you willing, to go out there and save the lives of our children,
even if it means losing your own life?
Yes I am.
I believe you Jeru, you're ready.
'You've no-no-nothing to worry about'

Verse One:
Now, I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All, these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself

Chorus:
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself

Verse Two:
Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city
I refined a few I met, around the country
The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question
Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections
And sisters with good minds, get no respect when
Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section
of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft
Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
Black women, make sure you're respected
When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall shit, let em know
from jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant
Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth
Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself

Chorus:
With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself

Verse Three:
Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
Niggaz, nowadays is all about this
So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
Always fakin moves, never, makin moves
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down
you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot
for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled
with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers
all battered and bruised, on the streets
Won't see snakes on my feet
The race is on, but I won't compete
In this competition, because I have a greater mission
I hope that you listen
Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself

Chorus:
So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin yaself
And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin yaself
And all that big gun talk money you're playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
'I don't play'