Archive for the ‘Social Upheaval’ Category

CUMSHOTS >>> GUNSHOTS…

Monday, September 12th, 2011

lickashot

Too bad for this cop that he is prA’li fired now, but this is the kind of ‘community policing’ I can get behind [ll]

photo credit: Polaroid Plumber (NSFW)

A Letter From The Management…

Wednesday, September 7th, 2011

support

It’s that time of the year I send out a post to all the readers of this site asking y’all to put something into the prA’li fund. The prA’li fund goes directly to paying for the shit this site needs to operate on the daily. We just renewed the server status with more memory and additional bandwidth. Maybe this year we’ll have as much traffic as NahRight? Ha, prA’li not, but at least we won’t have any outtages.

I can’t even tell you all the things that your prA’li support pays for. Snail mail is one of those things and your prA’li donation puts you on our snail mail list. Ever since my penpal days as a kid I love sending out my packages [ll]. Don’t be surprised either if your prA’li donation goes to other sundry necessities like my Chinese food and weed purchases. I’m sure it will. But at least be assured you put $5 on it.

I understand if you, the reader, don’t have a job, but then again I don’t want to think I speak to people who can’t afford to buy me a sandwich. That makes me think I’m doing the wrong thing by maintaining a website which talks to people who don’t have $5 to contribute to a page providing year round content. I’d love to think I speak to people who are college educated and in a mountain of debt due to a university.

Those are the types of readers who would truly appreciate the content provided here. Crushing debt is the great equalizer for humanity and it makes us grind that much harder to be freed from it, but sadly, the only freedom from debt is death. Still, under that mountain of debt I hope my friends and readers take a moment to enjoy a caffeinated beverage, or possibly some alcohol, maybe even a narcotic. That is the realm where DP.com falls in. I am your digital narcotic.

If you can’t support this website with a meager $5 spot ($4.50 after PayPal takes their blood) then maybe you need to go to the websites supported by the Complex Media Network or the RapRadars of the internets. The corporati-funded websites don’t need you like DP.com does, but DP.com doesn’t need you if you come from a place of entitlement that doesn’t respect our grind. We can do bad enough without you. Really.

There’s a small group of users who always put their money where their comments are and some of y’all support the prA’li movement without ever leaving a comment on any thread. I appreciate that and I do this for those of y’all who respect the info I drop on this page. $5 might be too much for some of you and if that is the case please upgrade your lifestyle. That shit is embarrassing. Even a crackhead can find $5 to get the shit he wants.

Support the DP.com prA’li movement and you are saving time on vowel and consonant usage. Time does equal money in some respects so by supporting and actively using prA’li you are consversely saving money.

The word ‘PROBABLY’ is too long and needs to be killed.

PrA’li Is 4 Life.

Hip-Hop Music’s OG Martyr…

Wednesday, August 31st, 2011

scott larock

Scott LaRock has been on my mind a lot recently because of the anniversary of his passing (which I hate to be reminded of for anyone) and because I have been trying to corral D-Nice to appear on the Combat Jack Show.

As everyone brings to light how bad the 1980s were for people living in the center city we almost glamorize the drug business which was shredding any remnants of the Black comm-unity. The small achievements of the civil rights movements and the Black realization(power) were being voided and nullified because Black folks still needed the government to keep the new deals in place.

As a social worker Scott LaRock was at ground zero for the new depression and trust me that the 1980s were a depression for the inner city. Television was the invention that made people think poverty had a laugh track Good Times and Welcome Back Kotter made us desensitized to being disenfranchised and undeserved. Scott LaRock saw first hand the recidivism which routinely brought people back to the shelters.

Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac have a better narrative for a Vh-1 movie or better still a feature film because their murders perpetuate the trope that there is a fratricidal war amongst African Americans. Scott LaRock’s death is the bellwether that the American dream is really a nightmare for Blacks. An educated man and an active entrepreneur and community activist cannot escape the violence that a drug-fueled society creates.

Scott LaRock is Hip-Hop’s first martyr. His death made me see the path of self-destruction that I was on and I made an about face at that point. I let Boogie Down Productions and Public Enemy be my guides to understanding the world outside of my New York City confines. As big as this city is it was incredibly insular to hiding the politricks that put crack in the community in the first place.

The 1980s was an incredible time for my enlightenment but it was also a turbulent time for many African Americans as the government systematically widened the chasm between the class with information and the masses being given disinformation. It was also a trying time for the people who would be the collateral damage of this undisclosed class warfare. If you want to remember the impact of Biggie and ‘Pac then you must also consider the man who had to be removed for Hip-Hop to easily go pop.

Rest In Power Scott LaRock

The Boot Camp Clique Chronicles…

Sunday, August 28th, 2011

irene

Irene turned out to be more hype than hurricane, but the media will make a mountain from a moehill when it needs to move some paper.

My post-storm outfit is still reflecting my preparedness by, well, reflecting.

3m swag
3m swag

3M, Gore-tex and Timberland boots are pretty much an undefeated combination of materials.

Stay dry internets, and walk good.

SMH…

Wednesday, August 17th, 2011

wtt smh

The Watch The Throne album is like drugs to some people who haven’t seen the world yet, and to others who know what drugs do its message tastes like poison.