Archive for the ‘Social Upheaval’ Category

BLACKWATER = G.O.A.T. Hardbody Multi-National Corporation

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

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I used to think that General Electric was the GOAT hardbody multi-national corporation because they manufactured high tech weapons systems and they owned all these influential media outlets, but even these dudes have to take a back seat to the Blackwater USA Corp. You see Blackwater USA are the niggas that protect the General Electric representatives when they travel to fucked the fuck up places like Russia and Iraq.

Blackwater operates above all laws of ethics and morality, hell, these niggas are so hardbody that they don’t even have to respect the laws of gravity. They have all kinds of crazy helicopters and jetpacks and unmanned flying drones that will shoot your ass up if you start talking that sideways shit about them too. So I ain’t talking bad shit about these cats, I’m giving them hell’a props. Without Blackwater who would have gotten the Afghanistan heroin trade to operate at such an efficient level? And without Blackwater we might be paying even more for gasoline.

I don’t blame the mainstream media either for renaming mercenaries and soldiers of fortune into contractors. The word contractor sounds way more benign and friendly than mercenary. Contractor evokes some fat dude with a hammer belt on and some painted up overalls. Mercenary just makes me think of people that will kill you because you are stopping the zeroes on their international bank account from piling up.

The big deal right now is that people are uncovering the connection between Blackwater’s seemingly infinite number of Bush administration contracts and the dozens of Republican bigwigs to which Blackwater has made significant campaign contributions. I think that’s a mistake by any reporter to single out Republicans just because those dudes typically flout the laws and the Constitution. I’m sure there a dozens of Democrats that use Blackwater operatives to handle some of their business as well. C’mon people, these Blackwater dudes are just that good. Imagine a company of MacGuyvers with access to all kinds of freaky dekey gadgets and weapons systems. You’d be crazy not to have these dudes on your team. This also helps me understand why no one in Congress ever really tries to eff with G DUBBZ.

Niggas still ain’t found CHONDRA LEVY’s body have they?

The iNTERNETS CELEBRITIES Keep It CeReal…

Monday, September 24th, 2007

honeycomb hideoutGo to iNternets Celebrities to see RAFI and me keep it real in the cereal aisle of the supermarket.

You’ll never look at a box of Rice Krispies the same way again.

THE REVOLUTION WILL BE EVANGELIZED…

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

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An overdue shout goes to Brooklyn Bodega and the Room Service Group for sending me to see this play a few weeks ago. The playwrite, DANNY HOCH, is a favorite of mine for his spoken word creativity. HOCH has written several plays that have been featured through Hip-Hop Project’s theatre works productions. I’m sure that you folks are familiar with his landmark piece ‘Jails, Hospitals and Hip-Hop’. DANNY HOCH is a true Hip-Hop voice and I was anxious to see his latest work.

‘Till The Break Of Dawn’ is the story of Hip-Hop heads that try to understand what the value of activism is within the artform and culture that they undeniably love to def. The play is set in the summer of 1991 and a group of Hip-Hop activists are making a trip to Cuba for a Hip-Hop festival. They imagine that there will be a great manifestaion of Hip-Hop’s true essence within the confines of a republic that has single-mindedly(and some say foolishly) rebuked the capitalist ideal that America espouses.

Bear in mind that I rarely define Hip-Hop as a culture because I believe it exists within the culture of American capitalism. As a result of being exploited by American capitalism Hip-Hop was borne, and today Hip-Hop exists hand in hand with American capitalism in the service of selling two dollars bottles of quarter water, car accessories, and whatever else the machine fabricates.

The group winds up on Cuban soil and to their dismay they realize that the strained relationship with the United States and the embargo imposed upon this tiny island are responsible for a quality of life that leaves much to be desired. The romantic aspect of communism quickly evaporates in front of these young people’s eyes. Nothing is more profound than when our protagonist has the fortune to meet with one of the many American dissidents living in Cuba. In a search for ASSATA SHAKUR the group turns up another woman who also came to Cuba after narrowly escaping her captivity here in the States.

It’s through the life experiences of this real freedom fighter that the group comes to realize the revolution wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Between the negative propaganda perpetuated by the U.S., and the revolutionary romanticsm retailed by the sellers of CHE GUAVARA t-shirts the group had an idealized imaginary Cuba. What the group eventually came to see is that Cuba was a waystation for people who only wanted to return to the U.S., their families and their former way of life. Cuba was not the final destination and now these folks were feeling the desperation of being trapped in their limbo.

The play was very active and from the gate it flowed like a Fu-Schnickens track. The characters were perfect stereotypical archetypes. Everyone played their roles well enough, but no one spoke to me as much as Dana, the character of the former escaped convict freedom fighting revolutionary. Towards the end of the play she delivered a monologue that essentially encapsulated the purpose of revolution. Love and work. Work is love. Love is hard work. Finally someone expresses the true nature of revolution. Wash, rinse and repeat.

The play could use a little editing in some areas to trim the fat as we say in the entertainment business, but essentially the work is enjoyable and refreshing. Hip-Hop needs us to support the alternative voices that speak against the commodification of the artform. DANNY HOCH’s play is one of those voices.

TILL THE BREAK OF DAWN
written and directed by DANNY HOCH
The Abrons Arts Center
466 Grand Street

SUPPORT THE JENA 6…

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

fight for your right

Support their right to justice today by doing something that involves NOT spending your money.

Remember that we vote with our dollars everyday.

UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE

pmd fam

The Pardon Me Duke fam was chilling with Dr. CORNEL WEST while I was nursing a hangover. Peep their drop with pics and video footage from the AllHipHop dot com Social Lounge featuring Dr. WEST, PHAROE MONCH, DAVID BANNER, and MASTER P.

Allhiphop Week: The Social Lounge with Dr. Cornel West

SONY WALKMAN’s ARE KILLING SHIT!

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

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Here’s another reason that Apple Computers stays winning. SONY Walkmans are getting people killed to death in the Caribbean. You never see this shit happen to someone listening to a fucking iPod.

This chick was on her way home from work and as she was about to change the cassette in her SONY Walkman some crazed stalker came and cut off her head. I know what you’re thinking too. If she had the iPod Shuffle this would have never happened. You never need to swap out a cassette with the iPod Shuffle. You have over 300 songs right at your fingertips. Provided you don’t have your hands chopped off. In any case, even without hands the iPod Shuffle allows you to listen to music for several straight days. Provided you don’t have your head removed.

Apple iPod products also support the global fight against AIDS, and we all know that AIDS is killing Black women at a more disproportionate rate then anyone else. The young woman pictured below wasn’t killed by AIDS, but by unrequited love, and a crazy motherfucker with a machete. Would this have happened to her if she owned an Apple iPod? We will never know.

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stacy wilson

stacy wilson

stacy wilson

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