Archive for the ‘Social Upheaval’ Category

BLACK PETE IS THE O.G. CHRISTMAS NIGGA…

Monday, December 24th, 2007

black pete

Shouts go out today to Zwarte Piet as the Dutch would call him. Zwarte Piet a/k/a Black Pete is the Black dude that used to roll thick with this old cat named Sinter Klaas and during Festivus would be kidnapping all the bad boys and bad girls(no Diddy and Cassie) and selling them off as chattel.

For Christmas Zwarte Piet would give presents to the good kids, but the naughty ones would get spirited away and presumably raped by Sinter Klaas, who we all know was a pedophile, and a peep freak for watching little girls when they went potty.

This fairytale is partly how the Dutch maintained their hegemony on supremacy by packaging racism and terrorism to little children. Imagine how some of these same Dutch kids feel the first time they see a real live Black person?

Can you blame these Dutch niggas for trying to kill Blacks when they get older? Who the hell wants to be stuffed in a duffle bag on some Brothers Grimm shit and cooked and eaten?

The Black boogeyman is supremacy’s perpetual form of terrorism and when you burn this image into a child’s brain it will remain with them forever.

zwarte piet Zwarte Piet says…

Merry Christmas bitches!?!


HAVE YOU KILLED A TREE FOR CHRIST TODAY?!?

Monday, December 24th, 2007

merry christmas bitches

Did you ever wonder why we kill a tree to celebrate a birth?

I’m sort of annoyed that all of the dogfighting protestors have gone on vacation while we are slaughtering millions of trees for no real reason. Are these same dogfighting foes the same people that place electric lights upon rotting evergreen cadavers because they like the way it makes their house smell? Only to litter the streets with pinetree corpses in early January.

What the fuck has a dog done to keep this planet rich with oxygen? I hope that the tree killers and the dogmatic canine crusaders find themselves in the same circle of the Inferno. The one that sits in a boiling hot cauldron of my urine.

In other Christmas tree news…

A Portland, Oregon tree hugging company came up with a great idea for my money: Christmas tree rental. And after you have finished humiliating the tree with your pagan ornaments, the company will pick up the tree and donate it to a school or park where it can live a natural tree life, which prah’lee means getting pissed on by dogs and humans alike.

SEPARATED AT BIRTH: PAPA SMURF

Sunday, December 23rd, 2007

papa smurf

True story… Leave it up to white to take being a ‘Colored Man’ to that proverbial next-next level.

Blue Man Seeks Acceptance

The truest part of the story is that ol’ boy was persecuted for the skin he is in. Can you imagine how fucked the fuck up race relations are in this country when Papa Smurf gets kicked out of Oregon? This is the only state in the union where you can legally marry a farm animal.

Them niggas in Oregon are progressive liberals only as long as you look like them.

Fuck around and watch Blue Man Group sue this nigga for jacking they swagger.

On Some Real Shit…

Tuesday, December 18th, 2007

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This is the ‘Real Talk’ part of our programming…

Many of you know that there is a strike ongoing for the content creators of television and motion pictures. These writers are tired of the media conglomerates caking up ridiculously off their backsweat. There are all kinds of ways that corporations like Universal, Sony, Warner Brothers and Viacom re-purpose their work, but then also deny these folks the residuals that should be credited to them.

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If Universal strikes a deal with an internets video provider to allow the online distribution of certain programming shouldn’t the creators of that programming receive monetary credit since Universal is charging the advertisers that attach their products to the online content?

Hell chea!

I ride with the writers all day every day not just because I want to be part of their fraternity one day, but because these people individually do more for the American economy and way of life than the corporations do. Fuck around and see if Viacom doesn’t outsource rap music from Pakistan when they find a revenue stream for Hindurabic ringtones.

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Corporations are being mismanaged by AYN RAND disciples and that bitch had a heart colder than a prostitute during winter in Siberia. The new phrase I would like you all to ingest and memorize is ‘COMPASSIONATE CAPITALISM’. I’m tired of the notion that capitalism must squeeze the lifeblood out of everyone EXCEPT the capitalists. At some point there won’t be anything left and who will pick up the pieces when things fall apart?

Some of my folks decided to watch ‘Saturday Night Live’ last weekend since they never get to watch it regularly even after I had just gifted them the ‘Orange County’ DVD. Their behavior was directly counterintuitive to the writer’s strike and when Universal colludes with the cable television providers and establishes that their viewership remains strong this prolongs the strike. Don’t be like these people. Kill your television until the strike is resolved.

As a matter of fact, kill your television forever. The iNternets Celebrities are the future of broadcasting, and you are all iNternets Celebrities in my book.

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I’m Rich And I Pitch, Biatch! (Writer’s Strike Re-Runs)

Friday, December 14th, 2007

the rocket

How in the world do you tell a child from any walk of life not to cheat or do drugs when all they can see is the reverence and honor bestowed upon these talented drug abusers in the major leagues of baseball?

ROGER CLEMENS has set himself up to receive $9,000.00 for every pitch he throws in a major league game. I normally enjoy STEPHEN A. SMITH as much as a migraine headache, but he blew up the Rocket in this column here(no pink wooden bats). Imagine if O.J. Simpson tried to get away with golfing all over the place like the Rocket does?

Okay, that last question makes no fucking sense whatsoever, but you are still reading this blog aren’t you?

If you are among the people that think that ROGER CLEMENS hasn’t doped his blood, please kill yourself at the next intermission…

the rocket