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GREENVILLE COUNTY, S.C. — Deputies have named two suspects in the death of a Greenville man who they say was attacked and beaten to death in a nightclub early Thursday morning.

Witnesses said that 30-year-old Christopher Duckett was sitting at the bar when he was approached by two men.

Master Deputy Michael Hildebrand said, “In this case, you know, it looks like it started as a typical bar room fight, and the suspects took it too far and used available weapons — which turned out to the be the chairs and the table inside the bar.”

Deputies said Thursday afternoon that they are looking for 21-year-old Marques Anthony Durant of Henry Drive, and 30-year-old Robert James Moore, both of Greenville, in connection with Duckett’s death.

Deputies said Duckett was not breathing when they found him inside Casablanca’s on Augusta Road at 2 a.m. Thursday. Casablanca’s and Godiva’s are adult entertainment clubs that share the same building. Casablanca’s is the area in which alcohol is served. Duckett was taken to Greenville Memorial Hospital where he was pronounced dead.

Deputies believe the assault was the result of an earlier altercation between acquaintances of Duckett, Durant and Moore.

Duckett was a graduate of Wade-Hampton High School. He joined the Marine’s after high school and was stationed in both Japan and Iraq. At the time of his death, he was working for Michelin. Duckett leaves behind a wife and a 5-year-old daughter, Jasmine.

Duckett’s father, Lewis Duckett said, “He was always repenting and asking the Lord to give him the strength to deal with life and life’s issues.”

“He wasn’t perfect. He would often tell you that. But he strived for perfection,” his father said. “I know he’s in heaven now.”

Anyone with information can call Crime Stoppers at 23-CRIME.

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I’m about to be real tired of losing classmates to senseless violence. This is the second one this year. I don’t know what possesses people to an argument to the point of violence and even death. What happened to walking away, to live to fight another day. I know it’s terrible to quote the movie Friday, but that’s truth. His wife can’t get back her husband. His daughter lost her father. Was the argument really that serious?

I realize it was the 70’s, buttttttttttttttttttttttttttt I have some issues with the fashion in this picture.

At around 4:20 you will experience the full reason of why I must watch Project Runway each week. Seriously I love this show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On this day in 1955, Emmett Louis Till, was kidnapped and brutally murdered by a group of white men who were angry with Till for allegedly whistling at a white woman. Till was fourteen years old and visiting his uncle for the summer in Mississippi. Till was beaten, his eye gouged out, shot in the head, and finally dropped in the Tallahatchie River with a 75 pound cotton gin tied around his neck with barbed wire. Till’s mother insisted on an open casket funeral so that everyone could see what had been done to her son. Photos of Till’s funeral were also displayed in Jet magazine. Those responsible for his death were acquitted and freed. Although evidence existed and eyewitnesses existed, the men were found not guilty by an all white jury in 67 minutes. In 2004 the US Department of Justice reopened the case for investigation, exhumed Till’s body and performed an autopsy. As a result of the investigation, no evidence was found that could lead to prosecution of those who were said to have participated in the brutal killing of Emmett Till.  The death of Emmett Till is often viewed as one of the many catalyst for the modern Civil Rights Movement. Touching the souls of blacks and whites alike who witnessed the injustice and knew that it was time for change to come. Poets, authors, singers, songwriters and activists were moved to action. Some in small measures as penning a song, poem, or play. Others in the form of protests, marches, and calls to action. The uneasiness felt in the black community could not be silenced or sat on any longer. Till’s story wasn’t new. It had happened to countless young black boys and men across the south. Some lived to tell the tales and others did not. There was a shift a move in the atmosphere that had to occur.

On this day in 1963 from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C., Martin Luther King Jr. delivered the famous I Have A Dream speech. Seen as the defining moment of the American Civil Rights movement with that speech King established himself as a permanent fixture in American History. Solidifying his role an agent of change. A prophet of equality. An instrument for democracy. The March on Washington put pressure on the Kennedy administration to advance Civil Rights legislation in America. King was later named Man of the Year by Time Magazine in 1963 and won a Nobel Peace Prize in 1964. Tonight, as a nation we will move one step closer to the dreams King discussed in his speech and carried in his heart.

Tonight, before a crowd of almost 80,000 people history will be made. The wounds that have been set so deep in the hearts of millions of Americans will receive some much needed TLC. For the first time a man of black descent will accept the nomination of a major political party. Someone who a few centuries ago would have been seen as property and less than a man. Will accept the challenge to possibly govern and lead our nation into the future. Not just those who identify themselves as black or african american but each and every citizen of our nation. I don’t have the words to express what I felt during the roll call on Wednesday evening. As state by state they declared their willingness to support and follow the lead of Senator Barack Obama. How they that yes he is the one to bring about change. Yes he is the one to unite this divided country. My heart swelled with pride and tears fell from eyes, as I watched the faces of my children who simply saw it as just and right. They don’t fully understand the story of Emmett Till, the tales of segregation, the incidents of dog attacks and hose pipe brushes with death. They see a man qualified to lead them who just happens to be black. He’s not defined by his skin color but the CONTENT OF HIS CHARACTER.

I'm at a loss over this one. This is the worst thing I've ever heard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshhHAN2S7dEY42Z59qp

Tomorrow night, Senator Barack Obama will accept the nomination to represent the Democratic party on the November ballot. On Monday night his wife, Michelle Obama, gave us a glimpse of why she loves and supports him so much. Governors, senators, representatives, fellow nominees, and presidents have all sung the praises of Barack Obama. He’s the best hope for the nation. He’s the best chance that we have to move to the next level. Senator Obama is bi-racial, but mostly identified as a black man, married to a black woman, and raising black children. He’s passionate, intelligent, dynamic, and every other positive adjective you could possibly think of to describe him. It makes me stop and say, wow, I’m black. There are few times that we as black people can embrace positive feelings about the media attention we receive. When we hear a new story about a robbery or a crime committed, usually the first thought in our minds, “Please don’t let them be black.” To view any amount of tom foolery or coon like behavior we can turn to BET, VH1, or MTV. Whether it’s a rapper taking on a false persona or woman behaving in a manner less than her worth. The negative images are on overload in the media. Role models are few and far between for the youth of our communities and children alike. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a Malcolm or Martin to pattern ourselves after. We see a resurgence of that now with Barack, Jesse Jackson Jr., and Deval Patrick.

We see it in the world of sports. Watching the Olympics, it was awe inspiring to see the US Basketball team capture Gold. A team comprised of males of African – American descent. Usain Bolt’s domination in Track and Field events. Watching James Blake and Donald Young against each other in the first round of the US Open. Not since Arthur Ashe  have we seen a promising black male in the world of tennis. Now we have two and more on the rise. The Williams Sisters as they continue to serve, grunt, and backhand swing their way into the history books. There’s a choice. We’re not just lyrics, gold grills, or three point shooters. Wow, I’m black.

There’s a resurgence to appreciate and recognize the struggles and gifts of the past. The black story in America is vital to understanding this nation. Vital in understanding what drives this one group in the melting pot that is our country. For every hurt, there is a lesson that we’ve learned. For every stripe left as the result of a whip across one of our ancestors backs there is a victory that we’ve won. I see promise in our future. I see desire in the eyes of our children as they look upon the faces of Barack Obama, Michele Obama, Usain Bolt, TJ Holmes, Venus and Serena Williams. I see realization lighting up their little faces, as it occurs to them that my jumpshot, a quick lyric, or a gun in my hand are not the ways out of the hood. I can get an education. I can turn that lyric into a poem and it’s not gay. I can write a broadway play. I can aspire to sit in Matt’s seat on the Today Show or replace Anderson Cooper. I can be the president of the United States. So, again, I say it, “Wow, I’m black.” So thankful that God saw fit to bless me with that gift.

I can’t tell you what I wanted to do to this woman last night!

Hillary’s Advisor Hilary Rosen stated,”HILLARY IS NOT YOUR THERAPIST! She’s getting over it…HER SUPPORTERS NEED TO GET OVER IT.”

How does this woman think Hillary is going to “put her on” and Barack will not?

Ok, maybe Im still mad about this LUNATIC.