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Economic Justice For The Bodega…

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

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The bodegas are ground zero in the battle for socio-economic justice in the ‘hood. If you have the means to consume goods elsewhere you prah’lee should. If you come across anything remotely healthy in the bodega then you best believe you are going to pay a premium for that item.

Today we are going to take a look at Tropicana juice products. They distribute all kinds of citrus juice based products. Nothing is more popular for me than their ‘pulp free’ orange juice. I don’t care for the pulp inside of my juice products since the pulp material usually means less of the fructose laden sugar water.

o.j.

Here’s the catch now… Tropicana’s distributors are delivering 14oz. juice containers to the bodegas while charging these stores the same unit prices. That is less than 25% of the content of their former 20oz. cardboard container.

Even the price for the 16oz. bottle of Tropical Fantasy mango drink has been raised to 59 cents. What’s next? Orange drink ‘quarter water’ costing 30 cents? The ‘hood needs economic justice.

TRUE YORK SCENES…

Friday, January 11th, 2008

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You prah’lee haven’t met CASIMIR yet since he is the iNternets Celebrity that is never hardly ever in front of the camera. That will change this year with some of the i.C.’s newer projects.

CASIMIR is a respected filmmaker in his own right and has been a guest on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno for a project he created called ‘Crying While Eating’.

With this short video CAS takes a look at the hectic life of an abandoned bottle on the subway pre-recycle wastebin.

Directed by CASIMIR NOZKOWSKI
Photographed by IAN SAVAGE

Song: The Dance Went On Too Long by The Chief Smiles

KEEP IT MOVIN’…

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

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You can’t handle the truth on the regulack at XXL Mag Dot Com.

I was instructed by my boss’ boss to not go in on the Elliott Wilson situation, but since I exist at this site tenuously anyhoo I thought I would say something for the record. And Since rap records’ sales figures are in the shitter prah’lee no one will buy this drop by the time I’m done.

Keep it moving XXL mag dot commenters.

It’s just that simple. What the fuck do you care why Elliot Wilson isn’t here any longer? There’s no conspiracy. Sonn-dula just ain’t here. So what now? Are you gonna stop listening to rap music? Are you going to stop reading publications that talk about rappers? What in your life gets improved when you know where and why Elliott is?

That’s ho shit you are worried about. Don’t worry about Elliott. That nigga is doing better than all of us. Combined. I’ve got a column at XXL mag dot com and my ass is still eating tuna out of the can. Not even albacore sonn. Dark meat tuna. My cable got shut off over the weekend. I watched football at the Circuit City on Atlantic and Flatbush Avenues. I’m typing this shit from the public library at Grand Army Plaza. Meanwhile E Dubbz lives in a billion dollar penthouse condominium with Jay-Z and Common as neighbors.

Elliott Wilson is gon’ be aiight. First off, he’s lightskin and figures show that good hair negroes live life on the sweet side of the street. So you know he left Harris Publications with his dignity. Good hair jigs like Elliott and Keith Clinkscales always stay crispy. Not so much speaking of Vibe magazine, but have you seen E Dubb’s wife? How the hell did he bag that? He ain’t even a pretty lightskin nigga either. Sonn has hell’s game I guess so wherever he goes his shit is gon’ be aiight. XXL mag and this online bastard child will be fine too. So while all you ho ass niggas speculate on the whys and the wherefores you need to keep your shit moving as well.

If you work at Mickey Dee’s this is the year you get promoted to fries up from bathroom cleaning duties. If you already work on fries you have reached the ceiling for growth and you should move on up to Boston Market or some shit. Shouts to all of y’all in school now getting a degree in some shit that will keep you in debt until you are 34yrs old. What up to all the XXL dot commenters at their jobs now reading this shit. I’m just like y’all and when I get back home I am gonna take me some drugs and sip me some wine.

Elliott Wilson is gon’ be aiight. The rest of us? Not so much.

FREEDOM FRIDAYS 5th YEAR ANNIVERSARY…

Wednesday, January 9th, 2008

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THE WRITER’s GUILD STRIKES OUT…

Monday, January 7th, 2008

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My Writer’s Guild cap = virtually worthless…

For most intensive purposes the Writer’s Guild strike has been a striking failure. The daily fake news shows and late night talk shows will be aired live again starting today before the striking writers have reached any agreements with the production studios.

This sucks on so many levels I can’t even begin to count them. Firstly, trade unions are reeling nationwide because their membership no longer cares about the next generation of tradesmen that will inherit these unions in the future.

Surely there was a lack of credible union leadership being expressed from the Writer’s Guild management but at the end of the day these tradesmen needed to take a stand for themselves and their rights. Evidently the wealth inside of the WGA membership has turned these men into mice.

I will continue to forge ahead with content and information created directly for the internets, but I am reminded that if I ever receive the opportunity to expand my platform it will be under the provisions outside of my control. The writers have ceded their intellectual property over to the studios for rebroadcast on any platform the studios choose.

Residuals have paid many mortgages to homes that people would otherwise not be able to afford and put many a kid through an expensive college that they probably didn’t deserve to go to either. I normally champion the cause that refutes privilege and dismantles the status quo. The only reason these writers deserved to win this fight was not because they are a noble courageous lot, which they are not, but because the studios already have more money than they know what to do with.