Archive for the ‘Talking Shit’ Category

Get Ready For Combat…

Thursday, August 11th, 2011

Another classic Combat Jack Show is in the books and uploaded early by A King. The show’s featured guest is none other than our good friend Alvin Blanco who chronicled that definitive Wu-tang history.

The show takes an unexpected and hilarious turn when Mr.Mecc falls thru with a pr0n goddess named Aryana Starr. My favorite quote from her was about her determination to be successful in the adult industry by continuously “putting out”. Uhh, chyeah?!?

Every Wednesday from 10pm-12midnite you better be ready for Combat.

The Combat Jack Show (Alvin Blanco, Aryana Starr, Mr. Mecc) 8-10-11 by PNCRadio

DDotOmen: Not Ready 4 Combat…

Thursday, August 4th, 2011

Suicide by internets?

#SHARKWEEK happened to Hip-Hop blogger DDotOmen. His devoured ,orpse might just have helped make Watch The Throne the hottest album on the internets. Now you see what human sacrifice looks like before media Illuminati. DDotOmen clearly got motherfuckers talking. Shouts to the ‘Ye Tudda internets.

The internets is going in hard [ll] for the whole August to celebrate the 1yr anniversary of the Combat Jack Show. The BYOB BBQ has a nice little venue. August 20th is the date. Brooklyn is the planet.

The Combat Jack Show is the best shit on the internets. Fux ‘yo meeting!

The Combat Jack Show (Watch The Throne Edition) 8-3-11 by PNCRadio

Words For My Father…

Sunday, July 31st, 2011

mr.penn

When someone told me I had already dropped my Baltimore story it made me think about what it is I am trying to convey by telling my life experiences on this website. From founding the Decepticons to being a five and dime drug dealer these stories aren’t meant to regale the reader with the notion that I was a gangster.

In truth, these stories are meant to show how far I have come in my understanding of what brotherhood and manhood actually requires. I don’t want to be anyone’s hero either. I don’t deserve those accolades. I just want to pay back a debt I owe to the people who helped shape me, protect me, inform me and ultimately save me.

Without Megatron, the rabbi or my father this website wouldn’t even exist. My whole online profile would be nil. Looking outside of my window I can say that none of this shit is about me. It begins and ends with Mr. Penn who married my mom when I was five years old. He knew a lot about sacrificing himself to reach his goals.

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Today, on Mr. Penn’s birthday I am going to re-pledge myself to telling my story properly. With the right focus and the right aim. I’m sure that someone will know someone who can benefit from the knowledge that all is not lost when they have heart and believe. The book is gonna be called ‘The Transformation’.

‘The Transformation’ will start in my teenage years when I separated myself from my giving tree. I’ll tell you all about my failures in Baltimore, Atlanta and Miami and how I took these losses and converted them into lessons. I learned to love my life for the rainy days because they allow me to fully appreciate the sunshine. And everybody loves the sunshine.

I won’t have to tell some of y’all to stay tuned since y’all have been on this page since it went live in August 2005. Back then my homey Paris told me to write the book. He was right and now I will be write. Even when I was young my swag was grown man and that’s because Megatron, the rabbi and my dad kept their eyes on me. If they could see me now they would be happy their efforts weren’t in vain.

Let’s go internets.

mr.penn

Get Ready For Combat…

Friday, July 29th, 2011

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Shooting from the lip never actually killed anyone.

I apologize for this drop. The show’s podcast still isn’t loaded. The Combat Jack Show is looking for a few good men [ll]. Hit me up if you’re interested in joining the team

*UPDATE*UPDATE*UPDATE*UPDATE*UPDATE*

The Combat Jack Show (Don Will) 7-27-11 by PNCRadio

Can You Pay My Bills?

Tuesday, July 26th, 2011

medical bills

I don’t think any of you have better health insurance than I do, unless you are a minor still living in your parent’s basement. Otherwise it would be hard to beat the program I have been contributing to for the past 13 years of my life. Or so I thought…

My labor union, District Council 37 takes a decent amount of every paycheck for their dues. I certainly don’t mind paying the dues either because I’m proud to be union member. I’m no socialist either but I realize the efforts of labor unions to add to the quality of life for many hardworking Americans.

I have a prescription card which allows me to co-pay $5 for generic medicines. I haven’t used my card since I’ve been employed. To be honest, I haven’t used my Group Health Insurance card since 2002 and I haven’t ever used my union’s prescription card. EVAR. So maybe you can imagine my surprise and disgust when I went to pick up some of my diabetic medicine and found out that my prescription card was invalid.

What the fux is this bullshit?!? Diabetes medicine isn’t covered by my insurance? Shit! I’m not even on insulin yet. This means that my eventual dialysis will be all out of pocket. That shit is really out of pocket. I’ve got a decade of dues taken from me and I can’t even get a discount on some generic medicine.

Who do I blame? The union, for being bitchasses and removing medicine for certain types of ailments and diseases from their program? Do I blame the easier target which is the greedy pharmaceutical industrial complex which prA’li has direct ties to the manufacturing of high fructose corn syrup? Just when I thought my life was fucked the fuck up I got an e-mail from a friend of mine who has NO insurance at all.

My weblog’s spiritual godfather and Hip-Hop historian Ernie Paniccioli sent me a copy of his medical bills for his cancer treatments.

Click here to see this shit fullsize.

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Help my dude Ernie offset some of this fuckery by copping one of his books off LuLu.com because he actually gets a percentage of these sales. If you are familiar with his work you know that Ernie’s images are powerfully empowering. Ernie is Hip-Hop.

Hip-Hop doesn’t need anymore jewelry. Hip-Hop needs some real health insurance. Just like the rest of America.