Archive for the ‘Social Upheaval’ Category

MADE IN AMERICA?!?

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

chaingang

Before I get into this deep shiite I need to acknowledge everybody that has put this site in their bookmark toolbar. You folks are the reason I am sleep deprived and losing my mind. I thank you though because I have never been more alive either. You challenge me to be a better person than I would be on my own. If time is money you people are helping me get out of debt. As an aside, REGINA from Sweden, your candygram is on its way.

Now let’s get down to business. Literally. I’m sure that most of you have seen mention of the term ‘prison industrial complex’. It’s a term that I’ve heard from activists for many years and I assumed that meant that prisons were using their inmates to produce items that benefitted the administration of the state. Things like license plates and highway signage seemed like a smart idea to me as a way to procure some type of labor from people who were incarcerated anyhoo. We’ve all seen the image of the chain gang that digs trenches and canals for statewide infrastructure projects. In that framework I had no problem with the fact that these people were paid a slave wage for their labor since it was part and parcel of being locked up.

The wormhole goes way deeper than just that bucolic view of prison labor. If you think that HBO’s ‘The Wire’ is the most gangsta shiite evar then please peep the link here to the Maryland Correctional Enterprises Prison Enhancement Program. The Federal government passed legislation during the Carter adminstration that allowed states to form PRIVATE corporations to manage their penitentiary labor forces. These private companies could now charge the state for producing the things they had always created like license plates and highway signage, but even bigger than that is the fact these private corporations could invest in the equipment and facilities to diversify the items that were being made. There is a direct correlation to the disappearance of factories and industrial hubs within the United States. We were led to believe that manufacturing had been outsourced overseas to China. The truth is that manufacturing is still in America, except it is no longer done by unionized workers. It’s done by prison inmates.

The privatization of Americas prisons is fucked the fuck up on a trillion levels. Firstly, as a private sector company it’s first concern must be it’s bottomline and that of the shareholders. The focus of any corporation is to maximize profits and for the prison industrial complex to do this it needs an endless supply of fresh bodies. The more bodies means the more items may be generated for sale. Rehabilitating prisoners, or even releasing them is actually bad for business.

The second reason that this arrangement in anti-American is because it shatters the manufacturing industry that provided real jobs at living wages for real people. By paying people a slave wage for tangible labor these prison industry corporations are creating a permanent underclass. When an inmate is released from the penitentiary he has skills that are only applicable to work inside the penitentiary. It should be no surprise to any fair-minded person why the rates of recidivism have skyrocketed.

I have researched several states that have created these private prison industrial corporations and each one sells their products to public and private entities. It used to be that these corporations only made items for use in the public sector. From furniture and fixtures to state agencies and public schools and other public use facilities. These corporations have begun to craft items that are being sold to private businesses on the internets. At the cost these prison companies are fabricating items you can expect other industries to close shop due to cost overruns and diminshing profit margins.

All I’m saying is that the next time I see a ‘Made In America’ tag you can believe my ass is gonna take pause (no DAME DASH).

SEPARATED AT BIRTH: RUDY

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

the brain

I really shouldn’t hate on this dude because he will be President one day.

And BERNARD KERIK will be the Secretary of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

orignally posted on 12.22.05 before Kerik was shredded by the G.O.P. vetting process and we all learned of his sketchy (read: mafia) background

“I Get Wild Like LARRY DAVIS”

Monday, November 27th, 2006

igwlld

I know that I’ve sworn off using YouTube videos in my drops, but let’s face it, they’re a beast with force that you can’t deny. Kind’a like your mans-n-them ESKAY from Nah’Right.

Nah’Rizzle dropped a link the other day to this series of YouTube’s documenting the story of NYC cult hero LARRY DAVIS. Most people aren’t built to withstand the heat that comes from the entire NYPD trying to kill you while the supremacist media simultaneously castigates you. LARRY managed to do that. He lost his ability to walk in the process, but he never lost his will to live.

Peep dude’s true story…









ENDANGERED SPECIES…

Monday, November 27th, 2006

boys of baraka

Black men in America are mired in a classic ‘Worst Month Evar’ since the beginning of November.

For starters, we find that wherever there seems to be a small population of Blacks there also seems to be a lot of homicides. Philadelphia and Detroit were always at the top of that infamous list and now even small time backwater ‘burgs like St. Louis are taking the lead for annual homicide stats.

Next, we lose veteran journalist and token broadcast negro news writer ED BRADLEY to the other fag killing monster not named RUSSELL HENDERSON. Right after that GERALD LEVERT goes to that great big recording booth in the sky, and you know it was big.

College football has everybody excited this time of year. Everybody except the family of University of Miami player BRYAN PATA who was shot to death only a few hours after leaving the practice field with his team. UM players have a history of being problematic so I suppose it was only a short time before the players took it to the proverbial next level.

MICHAEL ‘KKKramer’ RICHARDS reminded us of our not to distant past legacy here in the Americas as he rained down a hail of epithets at two chatty jig comedy club patrons. And speaking of making it rain…

The New York City Police Department made Chicken Noodle Soup and a can of cranberry sauce on the side out of a groom-to-be over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend.

At first I was pretty upset about the NYPD raining automatic bullets on a few unarmed Black guys, but maybe this tragedy can have a silver lining inside those stormy clouds of police brutality. The two surviving victims have twenty (20) bullet wounds between them. If you divide that up that’s 10 apiece. These two guys have a promising career in cRap music before them if they want. They could start their own label – Bullet Riddled Records. They were shot up in the same area of Southside Jamaica Queens as FISTY SCENT. With the right marketing plan this could be the rags to riches story that we all need this holiday season.

Well what do you know? Black guys don’t have it all that bad after all.

Wedding Plans (And The NYPD) Are Still Killing Black Men…

Sunday, November 26th, 2006

jigsuit

If this were the story of some poor Black bastard being married to a greedy golddigger who offed him for an insurance check I would still consider getting married, but this is the story of the New York Police Department sending more than 50 bullets into a three man wedding party consisting of colored men. More than 50 bullets and one of the police officers actually emptied his weapon TWICE. Someone had to die that night. Too bad it was the groom. I hope the family can get a refund from the catering hall.

The story is being circulated by all the supremacists’ media outlets so I will do my part to give you the unfiltered, raw, uncut truth about what happened that night. If you have a hard time handling the truth you should go somewhere that will tell you a story you are comfortable hearing. If you think you can watch a lynching or an execution then I ask you to follow me in this sad and disgusting story.

Black Friday isn’t just a shopping day for consumers. It’s one of the busiest days for the NYPD also. Criminals never go on vacation and the holiday season finds them working as hard as they do all year around. A crack team of NYPD cops from a vice squad detail in Queens were on the verge of closing a nightclub that they suspect is responsible for prostitution, narcotics, internet fraud and the bootlegging of Jay-Z’s new artistically mediocre CD ‘Kingdome Come‘. Inside the establishment a female undercover officer plays the role of a forlorn stripper prostitute. That night a group of men enters the club to celebrate the upcoming marriage of one of the men. The female officer radios to her team that they will have their sting complete that evening.

The sting works for the police on several levels. The arrests made give overtime and credit to the arresting officers. Closing the bar nightclub in this neighborhood would mean that the local residents will now have to outsource their liquor and prostitution. Most likely to the areas in Queens that are under police supervision for those services (Flushing and Corona). The operation also lets the police put a feather in their quota cap for total yearly arrests and ‘quality of life’ violation offenders. This is all dependent upon these young Black men soliciting the police officer cum prostitute (pun wholly intended).

At the end of the evening the gentlemen all decided that they had enjoyed themselves enough without adding any extra cirricular activities to the night’s festivities. This however was unacceptable to the police who had already begun to tabulate their overtime paychecks and departmental promotions the minute these Black men walked into the club. Unwilling to allow these men to procede home without arresting at least one of them a male officer harrasses and provokes the groom-to-be outside of the establishment. The young man is enebriated, but not enough to accept the apparently homosexual challenge to fight that the officer presents. This is a popular tactic the police are trained to use when they decide that they would like to kill a Black male.

See PATRICK DORISMOND.

The final method of provocation would have to come from the team of officers who were gathered in an unmarked van around the corner from the club. If these officers couldn’t establish an offense by these young men it would mean that some of these cops wouldn’t have the extra cash to buy their children PS-3’s for Christmas. Keep in mind that these PS-3’s are costing more than $2000.00 dollars on eBay. The officers in the van tried to cut off the groom’s vehicle while he was making a turn. What looked like a van full of homosexual men was actually New York’s Finest armed to the teeth. When the groom attempted to drive away from the rapists they were met with a hail of more than fifty (50) bullets from the officers.

One of the officers emptied the cartridge from his automatic weapon, reloaded the gun and proceeded to empty the second cartidge. These young men had no chance to survive since bullets were flying through the air in every conceivable direction. If you weren’t a police officer then you were going to be killed. Amazingly, two of the victims lived through that slaughterhouse moment only to be handcuffed to their emergency room hospital gurneys.

Joseph Guzman, 31-years-old, is in critical condition with 17 gun shot wounds from police.

And the Reverend Al Sharpton, called in by the families, insists that the men were handcuffed to their beds for several hours today. No one was told what the charges might be.

“Both men were handcuffed to the bed” Rev. Al Sharpton said. “How can you run with 17 bullet wounds and three bullet wounds? Where are they going? And what are they charged with?” Trent Benefield’s mother was asking the same question but without any information from police, she was left to draw her own conclusions.

I have made fun of AL SHARPTON fom time to time on this website, but when you have fifty police department bullets in your azz there is no one else that will get your back. May GOD go with SEAN BELL, the groom-to-be.

Marriage just isn’t for Black men.