Archive for the ‘Jig Lit Review’ Category

The $40Million Dollar Slave Syndrome

Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

reg gie

New York Times sports columnist, WILLIAM C. RHODEN, has done the knowledge on the history of Blacks and their impact on the landscape of the culture that is American sports. His book titled, ‘Forty Million Dollar Slaves’ gets it’s name from a statement that LARRY JOHNSON made after signing a lucrative contract for the then Charlotte Hornets. RHODEN opens up an important argument that even with the wealth and prosperity that some of these current athletes have achieved there has been little or no social progress gained from their exploits. RHODEN examines the social impact of MICHAEL JORDAN outside of his commercial potential.

I have to side with RHODEN on his argument that current athletes have no moral or social value landmarks that force them to be proactive in their community outside of the obligations that the franchise that pays them requires. There are tons of reasons for this, mainly, the breakdown of the family structure. With more women raising men by themselves we are seeing more men that think like women. Consumerism is valued much more than entrepreneurial ambition. The lynchpin, if you would excuse the term, of any progressive community is education. Without knowledge there will not be any empowerment. Education of athletes is eschewed for the most talented, therefore we create a class of wealthy imbeciles.

A fool and his money are soon parted.

BILLY SUNDAY On Voting And Dying

Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

piddy

On Voting:
In about one month most of us will have primaries scheduled for our states gubernatorial and congressional candidates. It’s widely understood that in urban precincts whichever Democratic candidate wins the primary is usually a shoe-in for the general election so the primary becomes the real election. I hope that everyody that is 18 or older is tuned in to the frequency since all of our futures are tied into who we allow to legislate for us. With PIDDY as busy as he is trying to make child support payments he hasn’t had the time to run around in a ‘Vote or Die’ t-shirt to remind us of our civic responibility. The stakes are high party people, so please don’t sleep this September.

Here’s a quick little exercise that I hope will get you in the mood for September. MISS AHMAD from GLAMAZON LIFE sent me an e-mail informing me that she had nominated me for the 2006 Black Weblog Awards. That’s a flattering compliment to me since the DALLASPENN.COM site has only been live on the internets since August 29, 2005. All the archived posts that precede that date come from my weekly e-mail blasts that I still send out on occasion. If you like the programming that this website generates I would kindly ask you to click the link here and nominate this site for as many categories as you choose. Please don’t embarrass us and nominate us for categories that we don’t fit in. You don’t have to fill out every single line on the form either, but try to get as many as possible. Once the form is submitted it can’t be amended. Winning a Black Weblog Award would be an honor to all the people that work hard to bring this site to fruition on a daily basis and it would look nice hanging on the wall next to my G.E.D.

mr keys

ON DYING:
I have never been too resolute on any topic that I was willing to die for my belief. The folks I read about in the Congo that are so desperate to experience a democratic government that they are willing to die for it receive my hardbody award. Over two centuries of European intervention have created borders and boundaries throughout Africa that are responsible for the continent’s struggle today for solidarity and sovereignity. I am not saying that Europe started the fire, they just brought the can of oil instead of the bucket of water. I salute the Congolese for their belief that a democracy is something worth dying for.

The one thing in life we are guaranteed to do as some point will be to die. None of us are too sure how we’ll accomplish the task and most of us don’t think too hard about it. We try to do the things that we think will provide us with at least another afternoon of sunshine and smiles. Dying is sad when it’s a friend or a loved one because of the finality. No more drinking binges or bank robberies or sex with the family pets. That is why I want to ask you to run outside now and take off your shoes and walk in the grass somewhere. Put that feeling into your mind. At some point down the road we will be destitute or returned to the bonds of slavery, but if you remember that moment of walking through the grass with your bare feet then you won’t feel too bad about dying.

Peace to the Middle East.

mareezy

Global Studies For Dummies…

Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

nyc

Q. Why do we call a Palestinian living in Palestine a ‘refugee’?

A. Because we drew lines on a map gave the territories names other than Palestine.

How fucked the fuck up must it be to live in the same area that your family has lived in for countless generations only to become a refugee on that very same soil? I guess the Indians (oops) Native Americans can relate to that, but that was in the past. Native Americans are getting casino paper now baby.

American Black need to get on their reparation grizzly. Not that money can solve everything because it will surely never give them a homeland. A place on the globe that they can say that their family comes from. Everybody should have a homeland, but that shouldn’t mean stealing someone’s land either. The Germans lost World War I and II. How come there aren’t any German refugee camps in Poland or France?

Dallas was just reminded that over 30% of America’s ‘white’ population claim to be of German descent. He slowly backs away from keyboard…

Is RAYGUN Still In The Building?!?

Tuesday, August 8th, 2006

raygun

No disrespect to anybody that visits this wack azz site, but if you are younger than 32yrs old this post will mean nothing to you.

There is this wild sense of deja vu that has been circling my brain for the last year. Not that wack azz track by pop tart JAYONCE. It’s like the feeling that we are repeating everything that was a social problem in the 1980’s On a global level I see the re-emergence of Damascus and Tehran as two knuckleheads that need the boot in their azz to help them get their minds right. Domestically I see an administration that is captained by a wacky, half-witted commander in chief who can only dominate staged photo-ops.

Do you remember RONALD RAYGUN? He wore cowboy hats and talked tough like he knew how to hold a six shooter. Later on we found out that he liked to watch cartoons and pooped his pants. My 18month old godson does that too, but none of us are going to be electing him governor of New York this fall.

The worst thing that RAYGUN left us with was a ballooning debt that couldn’t even be mitigated with the equity that the nation held as it’s greatest asset – it’s people. We tumbled into a recession where the stock market stalled and real estate actually depreciated. To numb the pain of broken promises people turned to the cooked up version of the classic anesthetic. I can remember these days from several different perspectives and the most important one has me telling you to be prepared for the worst.

Not armageddon, or civil war, but another complete abandonment by the federal government. The day care centers and after school programs which are funded now by only a sliver of a budget will be getting no love from anyone in D.C. unless you get off your azzes now and demand these programs. The first step that needs to be taken in order to have your voice heard would be for everyone that reads this blog to complete a new voter registration card.

First, we must all register as Republicans.

to be cont’d

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Monday, August 7th, 2006

the holy grizzly

In Search of… The HOLY GRAIL.

One of the best things that NIKE has done for me is when they re-issued the Dunk Hi shoe. Ten years ago, I begged them to bring the shoe back in a heartfelt and personal letter.

blu cheez

My words were heard and felt by some intern whose responsibility is solely to read the letters of crazy-in-love sneaker stans like myself. That is why I show the highest respect to my INTERN. They do what they do for the love of the game. Yeah, they want fame and fortune too, but they understand that dues have to be paid and possibly through that process their break may come.

silva surfas

That’s what happened to the intern at NIKE that read my letter. He took the time to find out what the Dunk shoe was about. By learning about the shoe and its history he was able to talk to the right people at NIKE to restart the process of having the shoe re-issued. Now there is a whole new generation of Dunk Lo fans that have no idea how nice DWAYNE ‘PEARL’ WASHINGTON was.

pearl

That’s all good because there should be new heroes for the next generation. Whether its skateboarders or graff writers or whomever it is that influences and inspires young peoples, I’m just happy that some anonymous young intern at NIKE took the time to read my letter.

Long live the NIKE Dunk.

undefeated