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DP Dot Com “Trickonomics” (c)

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

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I didn’t respect the fact that my technique for measuring the complex word count in rap songs would be such a resounding success in rap nerd circles so I probably don’t even realize the number of politicians and their economists that will attach themselves to my economic theories either.

Let’s face it, DP Dot Com social theories are tried and tested through years of use of non-prescribed hallucinogens. A veritable acid test I might say if you don’t mind (puns always welcome here). But I digress…

The idea I am presenting to you now is actually more of an environmental consideration than it is from an economic standpoint. Although as we elevate our thinking I hope we realize the symbiotic relationship of a healthy environment and a healthy economy.

Peep this lineup of discarded coffee cups…

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These cups find themselves here because they do. This is the nature of a city with upwards of 10million people having access to it every single day. However, these cups will remain here almost indefinitely because the neighborhood is one of mostly vacant industrial use buildings. Place these same discarded cups in a tony, residential neighborhood and what do we get?

Art.

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If not art, then they have at least become money, because they turn into work. Someone is going to have to clean that shit up. The wealthy neighborhoods form co-operatives and collectives that supplement the city’s services. By littering in wealthy neighborhoods you are creating jobs for street cleaning personnel, because there is no way some rich folks are going to allow that garbage to remain on their sidewalks overnight.

Think about it, because I haven’t.

A Night At The Museum…

Saturday, January 19th, 2008

kitty

I am thinking of a master plan along with kitty cat. I suppose it’s time for me to grow up and get serious about being some kind of dude that writes shit. There’s only but so much that I can do for myself and kitty as a blogger. Real world writers don’t consider me one, and neither do journalists. It’s like bloggers are the Mexicans of the written word. No offense to all my Mexican blogger friends.

And why shouldn’t bloggers get the respect accorded to mainstrem media? Is it because we sit in our parent’s basement instead of a television studio? None of that should even matter. It’s just that I feel like we do the heavy lifting that newsroom editors get props for.

Do I waste your time with useless information?

Okay, but do I do that ALL of the time?

Alright, but don’t I at least write something decent once a week?

Once a month?

Maybe this is why I haven’t been able to break out of blogging. I suck ballsachs [ll] at writing.

Before I dropped out of high school I had an English teacher who hated my guts. She told me to kill myself. After I got my G.E.D. and went to college I has an English professor accuse me of plagiarism because she couldn’t believe the shit I wrote came from me. So I dropped out of college. I didn’t plagiarize that piece and I didn’t drop out because my professor’s didn’t believe in me. I left school because I didn’t believe in me.

The kid needed a pick-me-up this past week that I hoped would get my focus and attitude adjusted to finishing up my memoir about coming of age in the urban metropolis of NYC. I figured I would blow through one of my favorite buildings in the city to siphon off some of the energy that it has always given me. The American Museum of Natural History is a tremendous facility just from the standpoint of its exterior architecture. It invokes my earliest memories of American castlea like the mansions in Cape Cod and Newport.

Inside the museum it is simply an unbelievable head trip to see things that exist or previously did on this planet. The Smithsonian is of course the G.O.A.T. of this museum shit, but nothing beats the “pay what you wish” entry fee at AMNH. The first place you have to visit is the Hall of Biodiversity. Also known as the ‘Can’t We All Just Get Along For Thirty Million Years Room’. That’s where they have these exhibits of ocean life and a full-size model of a blue whale suspended from the ceiling. I had to go through to see my cousins the grizzly bears.

bears

GOD created man the same way he made animals that is why some people resemble tigers and monkeys, some people look like birds and some folks smell like bears. I recognize my bear lineation from my ability to eat food off the ground and also the fact that I can sleep for several months in a row without pooping myself. Bears are also pretty resourceful as wild animals.

Nothing compares to the dinosaur exhibits in this museum though. I remember how big these animals appeared when I was a child. They aren’t as large anymore in my eyesight, but for whatever reason they appear even stranger now.

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The flying dinosaurs are crazy. They remind me Terry the pterodactyl from Pee Wee’s Playhouse. I think of them as always smiling although there had to be some moments where a pterodactyl was sad, or at least melancholy. Now an animal with a smile is the O.G. shark. I believe it is called the sharkosaurus and if it isn’t then someone needs to copyright that name just in case sharkosauruses come back to life. Your attorney can subpoena them and be like, “You sharkosauruses owe us several million Paleolithic dollars.” Can you imagine the interest on that money now? I don’t think they used dollars back then, but if they did I wonder who was on the two dollar bill?

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The point of this drop was that I was feeling sorry for myself for being a bum that eats tuna from the can along with kitty when I realized that the fish that I need to swim with are the sharks. Everybody loves Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. I really want to take my shit to that next-next but to do so I am going to have to go in deep. I may drown myself with emotion.

Shit can get so real…

The Addict Awakes…

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

grandpa

I’m still looking for a “FREE” MP3 player program that I can put on my server in order to get these playlists on and poppin’.

In the meantime and in between time I will let the Dewplayer do what it dew…

The Addict Audio Experience

The War Report by MAXINE

Wednesday, January 9th, 2008

warriors

Editor’s note: Peep shorty rock in the flick above. Sonn still got his tie pulled up like he is ready for business. Our Rocky Mountains bureau chief MAXINE dials in with a banging new years drop that takes no prisoners. Even though I personally don’t trust the Africans I have to realize what their failed democracies speak about my system of government.


*So you niggas change your attitude ‘for they asking what happened to you. -Jay-Z ‘Lucifer’*

As much as I fucks with Heidi Collins and the kid Tony Harris over at CNN, this shit right here, AIN’T for the kids. Listen up! Turn off your TV’s, and for GAWD’s sake, delete your motherfucking myspace pages. There’s a war going on, and it’s gonna be us, or them.

No Raila, No Peace! No Raila, No Peace!

Kenya is FUCKED people. I mean it is fucked the fuck up! The violent political unrest in Kenya is unlike any in the history of the country called the most “stable democracy in Africa.” Since December 30, over 600 people have been killed, not taking into account the number of rapes, forced circumcisions, and mass female genital mutilation, all over a crooked political election! If people were this fired up in 2000 (or 2004 for that matter), just imagine what the fuck could have happened? If we gave one motherfuck about the vote and the power behind it, Florida would have never been the same. Bush’s margin of victory was 537 votes. That number decided the outcome of the country for the next 8 years and beyond.

Needless to say, this shit is not flying in Kenya. Right after incumbent President Kibaki was declared the winner, opposition supporters (Raila’s people) took to the streets, burning shops, shacks, and anyone who dared get in the way. The Kenyans got it right. The Electoral Commission, similar to the U.S. Electoral College has fucked the people and the system it defends will continue to rule with corruption and deceit until its subsequent dissolution. In order to win the Presidential race in Kenya, the candidate must receive 25 percent of the vote, or at least five of Kenya’s eight provinces to avoid a run-off. Kibaki only got 3!

In U.S. terms this is like pitting a state like New Mexico which only has 5 electoral votes or some shit, against California which has 55. The proportions don’t match! The difference in what’s happening in Kenya now, what happened in 2000, and what could potentially happen here in November 2008 is that no one is going to do a motherfucking thing. Elections have been rigged for as long as we can remember, and it’s not just the Republicans. The Dems did it for JFK in Chicago; in what ended in the most famous coups of our time.

So many countries have tried to model their political systems after America’s, only to find that it’s all fucked the fuck up from the word Go. I come from the school of Marxist theory; the government represents the interest of the dominant class, and eventually those being oppressed will raise the fuck up against those doing the oppressing. That’s what happened in Kenya. The Proletariats are fired the fuck up and sick of being shitted on everyday by the motherfucking government. Don’t call it a comeback bitches, they’ve been here for years. This is nothing new.

The media will pass this unrest off as economic destruction. Of course!!! Now that it’s not safe for Alex Trebeck, Warren Buffet, and Goldie motherfucking Hawn to go traipsing through Kenya on their “cultural safaris,” you better believe we’re talking about economy!

I, for one am sick of this shit. I’m an emotional voter ok? That means that the facts matter, but how it will affect me and mine matters more. Damn right I voted yes on 100A, the pro-Marijuana initiative! What would you expect? I think I speak for all Proletariats when I say, FUCK the status quo. I’m sick of the same cats running this shit. Can we get that *Detox* album?

Mr. Obama, I’m riding with you. Hardcore, I sent in my $20 months ago! Allow me to say though, that even if healthcare was “affordable,” poor people wouldn’t ‘buy’ health insurance, that money would be spent on SUV’s. The point being is that social sentiment goes a helluva longer way than economic rehabilitation. Why? As long as you’re driving around in the new ’08 Escalade, all fruits are ripe. We overlook the obvious for obvious reasons, to quote Kanye, “you got D’s mufucker, D’s! Rosie Perez.” None of us are passing the test, and it isn’t always because we didn’t study.

As long as the current election system is in place, we will have to raise as much hell as possible to get real results. I’m not saying go and burn down the elementary school next door, but it is time to stand up. It’s time to send the message to those doing the oppressing, in all aspects of the system. I can feel it in the air. I can hear the bitch in your voice. I’m passing the blunt to the left on you cats. I hold your glass straight up when I poor your Stout, asshole. You’re as cold as ice…someday you’ll pay the price. I know.

Pfffft.

Fuck this man.


*throws headphones*.

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.