Boogey boogey boogey

Why blame the dark for being dark? It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn’t as bright as it could be.

Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.

Which is just another way of blaming, and perhaps the best way, because there is solace and a certain stoical peace in blaming everything on the rain, and then blaming something as uncontrollable as the rain on something as indifferent as the Arm of the Lord.

Because nothing can be done about the rain except blaming. And if nothing can be done about it, why get yourself in a sweat about it?

That's the story that went around,
But here's the real low-down:
Put the blame on Mame, boys,
Put the blame on Mame.

"Thug Life thats all we know so we grow into some beasts when we get let off them leashes we go and get it, get ya weight up, and when that camera phone flash you aint never have to ask is that Boosie Baddazz straight up, i aint runnin my mouth, i aint runnin the south, spade for spade im the realist nigga out, know what im talkin bout, my niggaz let chalk out, jealous cuz we fresha then the rest of dem fellas that stick togetha, I gotta have alarms now, I aint cant trust no body, I gotta keep a Desert Eagle, nigga know I got it, heart full of fuckin pain cuz im tired of gettin stabbed n grabbed by all these motha fuckin crabs, I laugh but maintain, dont switch the game plan and its FUCK THE POLICE they bring us no peace, its the mind of me Boosie Boo, so much shit goin on where I rome how am I gonna find some peace, they say I'm a role model but I'm not a role model gotta smile when i aint gotta, tired and still holla, I'm a boss so I go off, know i like to Show Off, on the road to riches gotta murda these niggaz" - Boosie

Blame, now. There is a nasty black bog if ever there was one.

When you plant a tree, if it doesn’t grow well, you don’t blame the tree. You look into the reasons it isn’t doing well. It may need fertilizer or more water or less sun. We never blame the tree. Yet we’re quick to blame our child. If we know how to take care of her, she will grow well, like a tree. Blaming has no good effect at all. Never blame, never try to persuade using reason and arguments; they never lead to any positive effect. That is my experience. No argument, no reasoning, no blaming, just understanding. If you understand, and you show that you understand, you can love, and the situation will change.

Bodean James Gazzer had spent thirty-one years perfecting the art of assigning blame. His personal credo - everything bad that happens is someone else's fault - could, with imagination, be stretched to fit any circumstance. Bode stretched it. The intestinal unrest that occasionally afflicted him surely was the result of drinking milk taken from secretly radiated cows. The roaches in his apartment were planted by his filthy immigrant next-door neighbors. His dire financial plight was caused by runaway bank computers and conniving Wall Street Zionists; his bad luck in the South Florida job market, prejudice against English-speaking applicants. Even the lousy weather had a culprit: air pollution from Canada, diluting the ozone and derailing the jet stream. (Chapter 2)

Take responsibility for your own happiness, rather than claiming telepathy you don’t have (unless you are telepathic) or ascribing to others ugly thoughts you can’t verify, and aiming endless, nonspecific blame for your mediocrity at the Trilateral Commission, “the media,” SKULL, the RAND Corporation, the long-disbanded Treemasons, the MAN, the Black Helicopter Legion, or the perennial favorite of paranoiacs, “Them.”