Archive for the ‘BeYONCE’s Hair’ Category

BILLY SUNDAY’s LATE NITE FUNK FLIX…

Friday, December 14th, 2007

drace

Respect the architects.

MISSY ELLIOT was given a Hip-Hop Honors award from Vh-1.

MISSY stands on the shoulders of giants while wearing the swagger of GRACE JONES.

GRACE JONES was fucking with Japanese animation back in the Gigantor days for real.

When Missy dressed up as MegaMan some of y’all acted brand new.

KeiStar Productions Presents SOUL SEARCH 12.15.07

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

soul search

If you live on the planet of Brooklyn I shouldn’t even have to tell you what it is when KeiStar and DJ Spinna are in the building, but since I am doing it anyhoo, listen up…

Saturday 12.15.07

KeiStar Productions Presents

SOUL SEARCH (The Ultimate SOULFUL Pre-Holiday Jam!)

Music By: DJ SPINNA
* Soulful House * Hip-Hop Classics * Dance Classics * Disco * Funk * R & B * Old School/New School & More…

@ Sputnik
262 Taffe Place
(Bet. Dekalb & Willouhgby Aves-near Classon Ave, Brooklyn, NY)
Doors 10PM-4AM

$10 Reduced Admission when you say Dallas Penn Dot Com to the cashier.

KELLOGGS = They’re Grrrrrrrrr-Rapists…

Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

jamie jones

I think I told you that Kelloggs was run by a bunch of racists. Looks like their rapists too…

Victim: Gang-Rape Cover-Up by U.S., Halliburton/KBR

How the fuck do you expect the people in Iraq to not get their shit shot the fuck up by American “contractors” when these same contractors are busy raping their own countrymen?

After months of gangraping all of those curry cunts can you imagine how tasty this sweet morsel of white meat must have looked to those American patriots?

The rape kit that was administered after the attack on this young white tail showed evidence of vaginal and anal rape. Holy KOBE BRYANT! Good thing that the doctors from Kellogg, Brown and Root made that rape kit disappear faster than DANIEL PEARL. Who knows how many of those “contractors” stuck their manhood inside of her poopchute?

The sickest part of this story isn’t even the coverup that the U.S. State Department has participated in along with KBR and their parent company Halliburton, but the fact that the victim has started a not-for-profit counseling agency for all the workers that are returning back to America after being raped and sexually assaulted while working for American countries in the Middle East.

People are coming home from Iraq all fucked the fuck up in every way imaginable. Bodies, minds and spirits broken into a million tiny little pieces.

KEVIN POWELL IS A COAT PIMP!

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

kevin powell

There’s a whole lotta negative shit I could say about KEVIN POWELL (cues ERNIE…), but I won’t and I hope that ERNIE bites his tongue on this one too. Every year for last several years KEVIN POWELL has used his vast Rolodex of female friends to organize what might be the sexiest African American event of the year. Regular chick sexy, as well as exclusive chick sexy.

The event is themed around the donation of used, but clean winter clothing. You donate a jacket or a sweater and your ass gets in for free. This party brings out a shitload of Black females. You know the sisters got wild shit they need to get from out of their closets (no ALICIA KEYS). Afterwards, everybody feels good inside because they did something for charity and they got rid of that silly ass baglady coat that they know they were never going wear again.

Here’s the rub… There will be TOO many beautiful ladies at this shit. Not just ‘meh’ pretty chicks, but drop dead dimepieces. The KEVIN POWELL party is always on some 10 woman to 1 man ratio shit. Keep in mind that I am two steps from being married so I can’t even take a business card from this joint or my ass is grass. I need some fellas to help me hobnob with all of these ladies though. KEVIN POWELL can’t fuck all of them, although he might just try it. You know he’s gonna beat a few down too. All I’m saying is that there’s room for some of you fellas to get in where you fit in. The only thing is I only want to hang out with white dudes at the party[ll].

Pipe down negroes. My thinking is that it’s definitely time to get that ‘Something New’ popping off in some of these ladies lives, except this won’t be on that gimmicky bullshit. This will be on some real live black and white cookie love. Who doesn’t like the black and white cookie. I feel like the time is right for so-called white that is attracted to the so-called Black to finally introduce themselves. It’s time to regain the ground that you had acquired in the emotional heartland of the sisters before MICHAEL RICHARDS and IMUS sent you back into the Jim Crow coffee shop. If you want someone to break the ice, let me facilitate the connection. Allow me to vett the Black girls on your behalf so that you don’t end up with a sister with too many issues in her bag.

My advice to any white dude looking to crossover to Mother Africa is first, stay away from grey-green eyed Black chicks that wear kente clothing. You don’t want any part of that mess. Avoid a Black woman who over accessorizes, or wears heels that are over three inches high. They have a different set of issues, but issues nonetheless. The Black girl you want wears sensible shoes and is the color of a caramel macchiato with a little bit of fat on the back of her arms. Not so much that you can’t see her elbow, but just enough to squeeze the juice out of her.

White dudes! Seriously. Get at me[ll]. I’ll make sure that you get to meet a nice, eligible, childless, open-minded Black girl with a nice round booty.

BONUS REMIX: BILLY SUNDAY’s Guide To Black Women’s Hair…


ERNIE,
Before you start talking your shit about KEVIN… Look at all of these people that went into making this Friday’s event such a success. Shit on KEVIN POWELL on another drop. This weekend I will run your story on CLIVE.

KEVIN POWELL’s Holiday Party and Clothng Drive
Friday December 7th, 2007
TriBeCa Cinemas
54 Varick Street @ Canal Street
10pm-4am
**FREE admission with the donation of clean, new/used outerwear**

coat pimps

“Bitch, You Got Some Bomb Ass Pussy!”

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

hillary

Or, when does a suicide bomber become a terrorist? Hip-HopDX’s the Ambassador goes in on the recent hostage drama at the HILLARY RODHAM-CLINTON campaign offices.

I have finally realized exactly who that line was directed to – Hillary Clinton. Not in the sense that Mrs. Clinton is a bitch, and not even in the sense that I think that she throws down like that between the sheets. Fuck all of that. That line was made for Hillary because some random guy seemed like he wanted to bomb(or as of recent reports, road flare?) her pussy(and his own ass in the process) to bits. I guess this is what happens when you get poon running for Prez.

Perhaps while Bill was getting blown by Ms. Lewinskeet back in the good ol’ days, Hillary was out getting some carnal revenge of her own on her husband. Could it be that this was a past flame of Hillary’s who was pissed that she didn’t leave her husband for him because she indeed possesses a bomb ass pussy?

Ha! OK, for serious now – let me stop. That’s unfair of me. Speculating that sort of nonsense ain’t a good look. But if it comes out that it was true…don’t forget who said it first.

Real talk though, there was a fact that emerged in this hostage drama situation, that although left unsaid by most, has been running rampant through my mind. I have not heard one media outlet refer to the hostage situation caused by the aforementioned guy with the shit strapped to his chest (who was identified as Leeland Eisenberg), as an instance of terrorism. It pains me to have to admit this, but it feels like the American media is at the point that to report something as being an act of terrorism, a person hailing from the Middle East (or at least that has a name that sounds like it was picked out by the local Imam) has to have been behind the act in question.

I began to wonder if perhaps my definition of “terrorism” was just skewed. This is where online dictionaries come in handy, and not just because I’m too lazy to walk across the room and pick up one of those heavy, bulky-type dictionaries. Even though I really am that lazy sometimes… Anyway, type the word “terrorism” in at dictionary.com, and this is the first definition you will be presented with:

“ter-ror-ism. [ter-*uh*-riz-*uh* m]. –noun. 1. the use of violence and threats to intimidate or coerce, esp. for political purposes.”

Let’s review this a little bit. Eisenberg strapped a bomb-like device to his chest with duct tape. That’s pretty intimidating, if you’re going to go storming into places and showing it to people while taking them hostage. Furthermore, he was using that intimidation to coerce people (to allow him to talk to Hillary personally). Was he violent? Well, I’m not sure of details as to how he detained the hostages, but walking around with devices capable of igniting in some way, shape, or form, would imply that you intend to be violent. That leaves the last part of the definition to be dealt with – “for political purposes”. Well, this was a candidate’s campaign office, and he wanted to speak with a political figure for whatever reason. That seems like a pretty damn political purpose to me. He fucked up politics for the day in the process anyway; what with the Democraps’ most notoriously dysfunctional couple cancelling all of their public appearances, and causing two other democratic campaign offices to be evacuated as well. So…how is this not terrorism?

Oh, right. Eisenberg was just that. An Eisenberg. Not a Bin Laden or an Al-Mohammed-Ibrahim-Khaled-Ali-Baba-Abdul-Raheem, or some direct Al-Qaeda affiliate.

What is the difference between what Eisenberg did, and what a suicide bomber in Israel does?

Device to cause some damage? Check.

Duct tape to secure the device to yourself, ensuring a successful suicide? Check.

People nearby to blow up along with yourself? Check.

A goal in mind through all of it, even if it’s not necessarily going to make sense to anybody else but yourself? Check.

The only difference is that Eisenberg didn’t actually end up blowing himself up into a cloud of pink mist. He gave up and let the SWAT team have at him. But really? He scared the shit out of a good number of people, and the definition of “terrorism” said nothing about having to actually kill yourself or some other people.

Maybe this is just one of those fuck-ups of the English language that I just never understood. Kind of like how in the hell you get “colonel” to sound like “kernel”. Maybe I just don’t understand the concept of terrorism – I must have slept through the class periods in my government related studies when my professors talked about it. Although…maybe it’s not that simple. Or perhaps this observation is just a figment of my insomnia-induced imagination, and I’m just being an overly sensitive bitch who should stop complaining about the media (seeing as how my journalistic aspirations would benefit from having them on my side anyway…). I’ll leave that up to you to decide.

ambassador The Ambassador says…
“You say terrorism, I say terrific. Let’s call the whole thing off.”