Do you know how rich you have to be to just be poor in New York City?!? I bust my ass to keep the lights on in Long Island and the prosecco pouring in Prospect Heights. So for those folks in New York City on the bottom rung shit just got a little more fucked the fuck up.
The BLOOMBERG administration has decided to stop their policy of extending temporary shelter to homeless families because they claim that people are abusing the system. WTF!?! I have to LOL at the idea of poor people abusing the shelter system. Picture the hen kicking the coyotes’ ass. The idea that people who would put themselves through that process night in and night out are somehow taking advantage of the system is incredulous and ass backwards.
You have to be careful with the BLOOMBERG administration like you have to keep your eyes on the liberal elite at all times. They always take far more than they give. This is the same administration that called the working class mass transit operators “thugs” when they demanded their rights and fair wages. Peep the criminalization of the homeless…
The idea that people would come to the shelter system on a daily basis is what requires examination and resolution. Not a condemnation of these people for being duplicitous. It’s the administration that is trying to fool the public. City officials want to play a numbers game and start denying people their housing rights because they may have a relative or a FRIEND with an apartment. Why should a homeless family burden their relatives or their FRIENDS in order for the city to congratulate itself and say that it has somehow decreased the number of homeless people in its system!?!? Even BEN FRANKLIN, the lovable supremacist, stated “fish and visitors smell in three days.”
That’s that bullshit Mayor BLOOMBERG!
MICHEAL BLOOMBERG was talking about running for president and I was talking about running Black people to his campaign, but not if he is going to be throwing poor people and their plastic bags of shit onto the rain splashed, pidgeon pooped sidewalks. I was old enough to remember my own mother’s travails on public assistance and I know that no one wants their kids to live that type of sheltered lifestyle.
While everyone was punchdrunk from the out of control condominum development that has bolstered New York City realty no one bothered to think about the people sleeping in the cardboard boxes at the foundations of the skyscrapers. You will never acheive the dream of a great society if you continue to ignore those of us on the bottom.
Editor’s note: Average Bro is not your average weblog. There’s insight and witticisms that extend to all kinds of social topics. I love the articles about why ROBERT SYLVESTER isn’t already in jail and what the fuck our kids are listening to in their iPods? I lifted this drop from his site to give you a taste of his flavor[ll].
“SuperManning That Ho!” (aka: Do You Really Know What’s In Your Child’s iPod?!?)
My disdain for ringtone rap music is well documented, so I probably just missed this one simply because I haven’t ever listened to more than 4-5 seconds of Soulja Boy’s ‘Crank Dat’. I guess I just value my brain cells far too much. For those of you familiar with this song this probably won’t be much of a surprise, but I ran across an article this morning that examined the song’s lyrics in depth and I couldn’t believe something so profane is being played over the airwaves.
Peep the lyrics yourself. The hook, which is about the only semi-intelligible thing in the entire song, goes a lil’ somethin’ like this:
Soulja Boy Off In This Ho
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Ho
Now Watch Me Do
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now Watch Me yua!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now Watch Me yua!
If you’re like me, you’re probably wondering what the heck “SuperManning That Ho” entails. A quick Google of this term pulled up this very crude entry in the Urban Dictionary*. AverageBro.com is for the chill’ren, so I’m not going to bother cut and pasting the definition of “SuperManning That Ho” on this family friendly site. Let’s just say it makes the term “Skeet Skeet” sound like a nursery rhyme by comparison.
*Editor’s note: DP Dot Com is also for the children, but we believe that the children should be properly informed about everything. The Urban Dictionary quoth: “When you’re doing a girl doggy style, pull out, and cum on her back/ass. When she tells you to wipe it off, you pretend to, and when she wakes up, she has the bed sheets stuck to her back like supermans cape.”
Last week, I posted a clip of an obviously talented young kid stepping to the song “Wipe Me Down”. When a person purporting to be the child’s father visited the site, he left a scathing comment that set off a flurry of replies; many questioned me for being so critical, and some questioned the father’s sanity for posting a video of his kid dancing to a strip club anthem.
I have yet to hear back from the father, but if he’d like me to modify the post, I’d be more than willing. Chances are this clip was probably a family joke that someone irresponsibly got ahold of and threw on Youtube for the whole world (13,000 viewers and counting in just one week) to gawk at. I refuse to believe any rational and sane father would put his kid out there like that. For playing my part in such rank exploitation of a minor, I sincerely apologize. Hit me up if you want me to edit the post, but I’d suggest you get it off the rest of the internet too while you’re at it.
This whole thing has me wondering if people, especially parents, really know what these kids nowadays are listening to. If so, does it really matter anyway? My nephew, much to my chagrin, knows the dance as well as all the words to “Soulja Boy”. While I cry inside everytime I see him perform this, he’s a pretty sheltered 11-year old, so I wonder how much the whole concept of “SuperManning That Ho” goes right over his head. I don’t really worry about him turning out bad, after all, he is a straight-A private school student from a supportive two-parent household. Kinda, sorta… well, heck, just like I was as a tween’ listening to Too Short and the Too Live Crew, who were hardly Disney-friendly themselves. Judging by the daily readership here at AB.com, I’d say I turned out relatively well, so what’s to say he won’t?
Think about it. Are today’s “Aunt Jackie” and “Ay Bay Bay” really much worse than yesterdays “The Rappin’ Duke” and “The Pee Wee Herman“. Then again, those artists weren’t getting 6,500 spins a week, but hey, what do I know?
I guess rap lyrics, despite how profane, only can truly taint a certain impressionable segment of the population. And hey let’s face, that segment of the population is already eff’ed the eff’ up anyway. Hurricane Chris is merely proverbial icing on the shitcake of life for these kids. Cleaning up (c)rap music won’t improve their fortunes any more than firing Don Imus improved the fortunes of black women. Societal problems are far more complex to trivialize and pin on something so superficial as the words of an 18 year old. So while I sure as hell won’t be letting my son listen to “SuperManning That Ho” (yes, I am reusing that phrase on purpose) anytime soon, it’s probably not fair of me to judge others just because they allow their kids to.
Live and let live. I guess you could say this was an epiphany of sorts.
Reality is, bad parenting and poor education pose far bigger threats to our community than Soulja Boy’s ‘Crank Dat’. Maybe that’s why as much as BET bugs me, I’d much rather use my limited time and energy tutoring, mentoring, and coaching our next generation of young leaders than getting all in a tizzy over 106th and Park.
Then again, this is just one black man’s opinion. And you know what they say about those.
Bonus Beats: For the unfamiliar, here’s the music video to Soulja Boy’s song, thankfully minus a graphic demonstration of ‘SuperManning That Ho’.
And they say Hip-Hop Is Dead. I’d say “Hip-Hop is a rotting, stank, decomposed corpse of it’s former self” is probably a bit more accurate.
This week the African burial ground in lower Manhattan will be opened up to the public. It’s a tiny little section in what is arguably the most expensive real estate here in New York City. One block from the venerable Tweed Courthouse and City Hall Park is what remains of the burial ground of the slaves and freemen that built early New York City.
It is a testament to all the people who raised their voices when the Federal government attempted to raze the ground here for the development of their new skyscraper. The Feds still built their building on top of the bones of these long dead slaves which is certainly par for the course, but there is now a tiny oasis of calm and peace that exists for all of us to enjoy.
If you are in Manhattan NYC and you plan a trip to ground zero to visit the site where so many people senselessly lost their lives I implore you to visit the first ground zero where so many others were interred for no other reason than the color of the skin they were in.
When I return with the 45 on me, it ain’t for playing games…
What’s really ‘hood party people? I suppose it’s time for me to get back to work since y’all are back at your grinds respectively. I’m taking my time coming in off the bench because this is the fourth quarter. This is the part of the game where I want the ball in my hands [ll]. It’s big dog time. Let’s see who can finish the year off strong and take their buzz into the next season. I sort of stumbled around at the end of Q3. I had a few miscues, but thankfully none of them resulted in a turnover.
I was nearly ticketed for drinking in public, but the cops(two white dudes) let me go since my bottle was empty.
I was nearly arrested for putting on deodorant inside a pharmacy and then walking out without paying for it, but the store security didn’t feel like going out like that. I came back the following day after I had bathed and I had some money and I bought the deodorant.
I’ve been a bit loopy for a few weeks and that is prah’lee because I’ve started drinking heavily again. I get angry, then depressed, then melancholy. I buy a pair of sneakers and I get happy again, but then I drink until I get sick and this makes me angry once more. It’s called wash, rinse, repeat bitches and I plan on doing this until I die sometime soon, but I ain’t dead yet, and as long as I ain’t dead we got shit to do.
cRap Music Fantasy League Q4 is underway!
The DP Dot Com Football Pool is starting to separate the kids from the grown and sexy footballers.
Last week was all about the Hip-Hop Honors awards and the iNternets Celebrities handled their effing B.I. as usual. It’s all about rocking this thing until the wheels fall off. Since y’all have decided to come along for the ride I don’t see any reason to wait any longer. Let’s get this shit poppin’!
Editor’s note: This drop comes from the mind of my blog cousin at What Would Thembi DO? I almost couldn’t handle the truth.
The photo above is no gag – as funny as it is to see that the composite sketch of the rapist looks just like the newscaster, its not as funny when you realize that police sketch artist drawings of black people are notoriously poor and rarely look like anyone in particular. I’m convinced that when asked to describe the suspect, witnesses just describe the last black male they saw, even if they last saw a black male on television. So I did a little Thembi-style experiment by going online and digging up dozens of sketches of black suspects to see just who the strong arm of the law is looking for. Of course my conclusion was that the “black male suspect” could be ANYONE or SOMEONE who obviously didn’t commit the crime. Here are just a few for now…
Is this a suspected child molester from the Fort Lauderdale area? Or is it Barack Obama lookin’ mad?
It looks like the Houston metropolitan area has been in a frenzy searching for a rapist … or Mel B’s babydaddy.
This aint no Baltimore area armed robber – it’s MC Hammer during his “Pumps and a Bump” phase!
This alleged bank robber looks so much like LL Cool J I don’t even know why I bothered posting the real Uncle L’s picture
* BONUS BEATS * BONUS BEATS * BONUS BEATS *
Black Weblogs nominee Boo Goo Doo Boom has me feeling some kind of blue with this sketch.
