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“Bitch, You Got Some Bomb Ass Pussy!”

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

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Or, when does a suicide bomber become a terrorist? Hip-HopDX’s the Ambassador goes in on the recent hostage drama at the HILLARY RODHAM-CLINTON campaign offices.

I have finally realized exactly who that line was directed to – Hillary Clinton. Not in the sense that Mrs. Clinton is a bitch, and not even in the sense that I think that she throws down like that between the sheets. Fuck all of that. That line was made for Hillary because some random guy seemed like he wanted to bomb(or as of recent reports, road flare?) her pussy(and his own ass in the process) to bits. I guess this is what happens when you get poon running for Prez.

Perhaps while Bill was getting blown by Ms. Lewinskeet back in the good ol’ days, Hillary was out getting some carnal revenge of her own on her husband. Could it be that this was a past flame of Hillary’s who was pissed that she didn’t leave her husband for him because she indeed possesses a bomb ass pussy?

Ha! OK, for serious now – let me stop. That’s unfair of me. Speculating that sort of nonsense ain’t a good look. But if it comes out that it was true…don’t forget who said it first.

Real talk though, there was a fact that emerged in this hostage drama situation, that although left unsaid by most, has been running rampant through my mind. I have not heard one media outlet refer to the hostage situation caused by the aforementioned guy with the shit strapped to his chest (who was identified as Leeland Eisenberg), as an instance of terrorism. It pains me to have to admit this, but it feels like the American media is at the point that to report something as being an act of terrorism, a person hailing from the Middle East (or at least that has a name that sounds like it was picked out by the local Imam) has to have been behind the act in question.

I began to wonder if perhaps my definition of “terrorism” was just skewed. This is where online dictionaries come in handy, and not just because I’m too lazy to walk across the room and pick up one of those heavy, bulky-type dictionaries. Even though I really am that lazy sometimes… Anyway, type the word “terrorism” in at dictionary.com, and this is the first definition you will be presented with:

“ter-ror-ism. [ter-*uh*-riz-*uh* m]. –noun. 1. the use of violence and threats to intimidate or coerce, esp. for political purposes.”

Let’s review this a little bit. Eisenberg strapped a bomb-like device to his chest with duct tape. That’s pretty intimidating, if you’re going to go storming into places and showing it to people while taking them hostage. Furthermore, he was using that intimidation to coerce people (to allow him to talk to Hillary personally). Was he violent? Well, I’m not sure of details as to how he detained the hostages, but walking around with devices capable of igniting in some way, shape, or form, would imply that you intend to be violent. That leaves the last part of the definition to be dealt with – “for political purposes”. Well, this was a candidate’s campaign office, and he wanted to speak with a political figure for whatever reason. That seems like a pretty damn political purpose to me. He fucked up politics for the day in the process anyway; what with the Democraps’ most notoriously dysfunctional couple cancelling all of their public appearances, and causing two other democratic campaign offices to be evacuated as well. So…how is this not terrorism?

Oh, right. Eisenberg was just that. An Eisenberg. Not a Bin Laden or an Al-Mohammed-Ibrahim-Khaled-Ali-Baba-Abdul-Raheem, or some direct Al-Qaeda affiliate.

What is the difference between what Eisenberg did, and what a suicide bomber in Israel does?

Device to cause some damage? Check.

Duct tape to secure the device to yourself, ensuring a successful suicide? Check.

People nearby to blow up along with yourself? Check.

A goal in mind through all of it, even if it’s not necessarily going to make sense to anybody else but yourself? Check.

The only difference is that Eisenberg didn’t actually end up blowing himself up into a cloud of pink mist. He gave up and let the SWAT team have at him. But really? He scared the shit out of a good number of people, and the definition of “terrorism” said nothing about having to actually kill yourself or some other people.

Maybe this is just one of those fuck-ups of the English language that I just never understood. Kind of like how in the hell you get “colonel” to sound like “kernel”. Maybe I just don’t understand the concept of terrorism – I must have slept through the class periods in my government related studies when my professors talked about it. Although…maybe it’s not that simple. Or perhaps this observation is just a figment of my insomnia-induced imagination, and I’m just being an overly sensitive bitch who should stop complaining about the media (seeing as how my journalistic aspirations would benefit from having them on my side anyway…). I’ll leave that up to you to decide.

ambassador The Ambassador says…
“You say terrorism, I say terrific. Let’s call the whole thing off.”

Better Basketball = Extra Schmedium Shorts

Friday, November 30th, 2007

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Editor’s note: Coach BILLY SUNDAY comes off the bench at the thinking man’s basketball blog, FreeDarko dot com

FreeDarko Nation! What it do party people? Right now I feel like KanYe West after he won all those Emmys. I can’t believe I’m talking to the F.D. famlay. I was a little shook at first to come in over here because y’all cats are mad polysyllabic with your shit, but your boy said that I should just get in where I fit in. Hopefully there’s someone on this side to translate retahd-speak.

The 2007-2008 campaign for the Association is well underway and just like we all imagined they’d be, Boston is a beast. LeBron and the Cavletics might be able to serve up some comp if that dude Jesus Shuttlesworth can keep choking with under a minute left to play. The West is still the best. I was quietly hoping that Houston would step up something serious so that maybe we could have a repeat of one of the classic Finals’ matchups.

The Rockets and the Celtics butted heads[ll] twice for ‘Chips and both times Boston prevailed on the back of Larry Bird. The Celtics superstar forward for this tilt would be the wunderkind Kevin Garnett, while the Rockets foreign exchange center is from Africa by way of China, Ming Yao. The marketing is already in place so it makes the regular season kind of a waste of time. Sort of like the first forty-six minutes of most b-ball games.

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The league can work all of its magic to engineer this matchup, but the one element that would have made this series an instant classic has been stashed away in the NBA’s closet of shame. Cocaine, you said? No, but you were close. Tightpants would be the correct answer. In the last twenty plus years since the decline of tightpants the Association itself has been foundering. The beauty of the game is now interminably lost as the players run up and down the court in Capri shorts, or are they coolots. Assists on an overall basis have been declining steadily as well as field goal percentages. Three point field goals made are up from the 1980’s numbers, but how hard is it to shoot a three pointer wearing board shorts?

Show me a professional sport, that is enjoyable, where the entire uniform can be worn as street clothing? I rue the day that Michael Jordan came into the league and altered the minimum length of the player’s shorts. This was the death knell for great basketball play. Baggy pants ruin everything they touch. Zoot suits turned gangsters into comedians. M.C. Hammer ruined rap music. Capri pants killed the NBA. Do you think Elgin Baylor would have been the Rookie of the Year if he didn’t wear tightpants? How the hell do you think Magic Johnson got his nickname? Pause[ll] to that last sentence.

Tightpants are what made an average player like Dennis Rodman into a Hall of Fame caliber player. To bad for Dennis that he was fucking crazy. Don’t blame the tightpants though. John Stockton, arguably the greatest point guard of all time wore tightpants well into the new millennium and for no other reason were the Utah Jazz still a competitive force. Let’s face it party people… Cocaine and tightpants made the Association what it is today. Provided that you don’t overdose on the former, and you don’t elongate the latter you might still have the greatest show on Earth. Word to Oscar Robertson.

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ENDANGERED SPECIES…

Tuesday, November 27th, 2007

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Editor’s note: Exactly one year ago to this very day I dropped a post with the same headline. In the space of that year the only thing that has become readily apparent is that handguns are manufactured primarily for killing Black males, no matter whose hands they rest in. The comments below are from a reader who may not have seen my drop regarding my good friend and co-worker RAY BARNETT. The trend of Black males being slaughtered in America is a human crisis that must be challenged. If not by us, then by whom?

Sup, Fam? I think, somewhat-justifiably, that there’s always a tendency to think that there’s a karmic subtext to these situations when an athlete/rap star gets robbed or something bad happens to them. We’ve gotta be honest-the Pacman Joneses and Michael Vicks of the world leave an incredibly strong impression on our psyches giving the impression that these “spoiled brats” merely get what’s coming to them. Even the amount of attention that these brats get in 1) jail, 2) infamy, (and in this case) 3) death is a reflection of their privileged status-if you or I were to get shot, we’d get, at most, a sentence in the newspaper.

Still, this is tragic. I don’t know Sean Taylor. He seemed to be getting his life together, however, and doesn’t seem to fit the other prerequisites for a tragic death. No diss songs to everyone on the East Coast or tattoos with street names on his neck or making it rain in strip clubs or giving chicks STDs and dog-fighting or even flashing his Cartier watches and iced-out grill. He was in his house, doing the family thing with his lady and his seed, where he was supposed to be.

The grim, horrible statistic wins again

R.I.P. Sean Taylor

-G. ROSS

DON’T H8: THE INTERNETS…

Sunday, November 25th, 2007

h8torade

Black Tail… Pipe?!?

H8TORADE is fucking up shit over at his page.

Extra [ll] as always.

The Reasons Why 50 CENT Will Still Kill by MAXINE

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

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If you haven’t seen the video below, you only need to watch the first 45 seconds or so to get the point of this drop

This will be the funniest drop of the week. I’m laughing already. It’s just that damn funny!!! Ha-ha, ha, ha ha ha-ha! What we have is the latest music video from Hip Hop’s very own Macduff, Curtis ‘50Cent’ Jackson, featuring the only illegal alien who doesn’t have to carry an ID, Akon.

The music video starts with Fifty and his weedcarriers in tow, chanting the mantra heard round the world, “I get money, I-I get, I-I [money] get, I [money] I-I get money”, or however the fuck it goes, before cutting to what appears to be a maximum security prison with big ass dog bowls of… cereal? Akon and Fifty are the prisoners!! I’ll break it down for you. They went from being celebrities to prisoners, because they’ll ‘still kill’. [Wipes eyes from tears of laughter]

It seems as though Fifty and Akeezy aren’t the only ones who will still kill. You see, the Pennsylvania Department of Correction commisioned this study of PV’s versus PS’s. That’s Parole Violators and Parole Successes for all of you who don’t speak Inmate-ese. Can you believe I read all sixty-seven motherfucking pages when all I needed to do was to throw on my copy of ‘Curtis’? [I’m cracking up over here!]

For a variety of reasons, 60 percent of all Black parolees are violated within less than a year of release. Holy shit! Over half of ex convicts ‘will still kill’? I didn’t know that. Thank goodness this video is Jam of the Week! [Oh come on, that was funny right?! You cats at DP dot com have no sense of humor].

“I got a arsenal, an infantry I’m built for this mentally”
Surprise, surprise, a combined percentage of crimes amongst PV’s involving weapons as the controlling offense is well over 35 percent. You don’t have to take my word for it, Curtis tells you! It’s right there in the lyrics! Hey you fucking consumers, it’s not just the T.I.’s making money off this rap catastrophe. Lawyers are caking like crazy too.

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“Ain’t nuttin change still holla at my homies/Ohh and when I hit the block I still will kill”
PV’s are significantly more likely to maintain relationships with friends who had a criminal past. You don’t really believe that ‘birds of a feather’ bullshit do you? I mean, we don’t have any real evidence that Curtis, or Akon for that matter have ever killed anyone!!! [Ha-ha!] Get it? In order for them to ‘still kill’ they would first have to kill someone! That’s what weedcarriers are for, keep smilin’, keep shinin’.

“Niggaz know, if not they better check my background”
About 1.5 million convicted felons have completed their sentences and still do not have the right to vote! You didn’t expect Curtis to know that did you? How could he? He isn’t even from one of the 14 states that severely restrict or even prohibit onetime prisoners from casting ballots. Damn right they better check your background. It’s not like all ex-felons can’t vote. In states where they can vote, the process of restoring rights is seen by some as cumbersome and confusing. All this time, I thought rights were something you inherently have, not something you acquire! More excuses, poor technology? Bullshit, 1,086,910 people bought Fifty’s last album and we all know he’s tired of using technology-ology-gy [Ha ha ha, motherfucking ha! I’m DYING over here, can you hear me?!?!?]

It is not fucking fair to say that only unrealistic post-release expectations play a factor in success or failure of a parolee! Fif got shot nine times and lived! Talk about unrealistic expectations! You mean to tell me, after five or more years in prison, upon release, cats don’t feel prepared to face issues like money management, drug and alcohol problems, finding a job, and keeping a job? Getting shot 9 times and making millions or going back to the same environment that got you locked up in the first place, any takers? Fuck that, don’t talk to me about unrealistic expectations. LOSERS! [Whooooo!! Forbes 1.2.3 remember?]

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“Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine.”
Parole Violators reported illegal or criminal behavior as an acceptable solution to problems, well who fucking doesn’t? The NYPD is the most shining example of handling problems that need to get dealt with. If you’re going for a hairbrush, you’re fucked.[Oh DAMN! Maxine, you’re killing em out there! Ha ha haha haha]

Seriously, why aren’t you laughing? This is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while. Don’t take responsibility for what you do and say, it’s just entertainment right? [Ha-ha] It’s supposed to tell a story [*chuckle*]. This is not everyone’s reality right? [ha] Lighten up. Why.Aren’t.You.Laughing? I’m laughing so hard [hahahaha] I can’t [ah] feel my [aha] face.

If you are what you say you are then have no fear