I copped this image from a racist-apologist website. Apparently anything with a Black man on it is automatically ghetto, even if he is wearing a classy tophat.
For this year Santa found my chimney again [ll]. He knows I’m the dude that has almost everything so to hook me up he has to think outside of the box. In this case that means socks.
Dirty Jerz and Chocolate Snowflake came thru with foot coverings that appeal to my heartstrings. Jerz also laced me with more items not pictured here but trust me they are official. Now I feel a kind of way that I haven’t sent my package to him yet [ll].
C.S. also blessed me with a couple of books I’ve needed.
The Anthology of Rap has been buzzing around the internets and I am already enjoying some the songs I’ve seen they have published. I always worried that some white would come around to give rap and Hip-Hop culture the ol’ National Geographic anthropologist treatment and they would inherently fux shit up since they are examining the freedom song without having the right amount of soul.
Yeah, it happened.
At least I have this Willie Mays autobiography to get me hype for the spring. I read this Hank Aaron bio last year that fuxed my head up. It appears that the Hammer and the Say Hey Kid weren’t as tight as I had hoped to believe. Aaron was angry with the Mays comparisons he had gotten all of his career, at least up until he eclipsed Willie on the all-time HR list. Willie was described as a bigot and somewhat of a clubhouse poison. Last I remember both Aaron and Mays have won the same amount of World Series. One.
Anyhoo, I hope you all had a merry Christmas with your folks. I’ll see you on the flipside.
