Archive for the ‘Lust = Love’ Category

ORENTHAL Thought He Could Cross Over Like HARDAWAY…

Thursday, November 16th, 2006

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No PAT ROBERTSON to the rest of this post, but who wants to start the ‘O.J. Assassination Date Pool’?

Not that I think he deserves to die for his wife and her fag pool boy’s murders, but wouldn’t O.J.’s death make white happy again? It’d be like Christmas day with a present from JOHN WAYNE, BOB HOPE and J.EDGAR HOOVER under a burning cross tree. Lovely.

What most people realize is that O.J. lived the life of a princely, privileged Black man. He even thought he was white himself(that’s why I don’t care if his wig gets peeled). He had it made in the shade, and even though he was a shitbag to people and even an abusive husband he wasn’t one of the dudes that merc’d those two white that Sunday evening. Peep the exclusive DP dot com scenario straight from a notebook in a San Quentin prison…

O.J. SIMPSON was a trick ass lame. He knew that his wife’s yayo money was due and he was fronting on making the payment. That’s prah’lee why that cokehead bitch had that fag playing her so close. She thought that homo could stop the bum rush. That’s what he gets for not having enough actual talent, but in Hollywood, holding peoples’ bags is considered a talent. O.J. thought he knew the day that the goons were coming and he planned on taking his ass to Chi-Town to fall back with his folks. That would make him look like a good guy who happened to be visiting his parents when his estranged drug addict wife was killed. He thought they’d strangle her or something polite. After he found out how grisly the scene was he had a little bit of a shit fit. He wondered if these dudes would lean on him for the tab.

Thank goodness for good ol’ JOHNNIE COCHRAN. He smacked the shit out of O.J. in prison and told him to shut his fucking pie hole. If he could keep from being a pussy and dry snitching on the coke dealers JOHNNIE would be able to get his ass off the hook. And what a masterful job JOHNNIE did by displaying the ultimate truth which is that O.J. SIMPSON wasn’t one of the killers. O.J. SIMPSON knew that his wife was about to die, but he wasn’t one of the dudes that ripped through her and the fag pool boy’s throats.

Still and all I predict that some regular white that is pissed off from watching USC tumble in the AP BCS rankings will take a shot at O.J. It might even be someone from Notre Dame next weekend.

BOBBY BROWN, SOCIAL VISIONARY

Wednesday, November 15th, 2006

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You gotta get up pretty early in the morning if you want to hold the number one slot on a motherfucker’s bookmark toolbar. To tell you the truth, I don’t mind being number two since sloppy seconds are all I ever wanted in the first place.

So everybody is talking about how BOBBY BROWN is about to be a dad all over again with the super whore Superhead as the B.M.(baby mama) in question. Talk about an ‘illseed’?!? What I think most of us are missing though is BOBBY’s stance on geo-politics and this whole environmental conservation movement. BOBBY is essentially saying that we all should fuck the Earth. Fuck the Earth in the ass gotdammit.

There’s this elitist movement to conserve the Earth’s resources for future generations as if that is really a good thing. Meanwhile, we continue to create wealth for only 1% of the population of the planet. Everybody else has to eat shit sandwiches on the regulack, and this is on a good day. So saving the Earth will only benefit this same tiny elite group which is in charge of fucking over the planet in the first place. That’s like a global do-over movement.

BOBBY BROWN says fuck the Earth. Yeah, he acts like he is shooting blanks but when he gets to touch some poon he likes, ‘BONG’, he puts his foot in it. You could call that his ‘carbon footprint‘. BOBBY will have five by four. Imagine if you will that Superhead’s poon slot is like the Earth’s protective atmosphere. How many times has that hole been penetrated?!? And more importantly, the resilience of Superhead to maintain her lifestyle is further proof that the Earth doesn’t need us to conserve anything. The Earth will just make some more. If anything you should see Superhead as the Earth in that even she recognizes it’s time to make white start paying for the pussy.

Don’t listen to AL GORE or any of these conservatives that say that the Earth is in grave danger. I’ve never seen Superhead look as good as she does now.

DALLAS PENN Hearts SPY Magazine

Monday, November 13th, 2006

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This year is the twentieth anniversary of what I will argue is the most influential magazine in the last… Twenty years.

SPY magazine was a monthly tribute to the festering underbelly of politics, economics and society in New York City and in America. They featured fleshed out exposes that illuminated the depravity and ginormous greed in corporate cultures like Wall Street and Madison Avenue. SPY magazine was that CEO’s personal assistant spilling the beans about who was bilking the company out of their retirement fund savings. DONALD TRUMP and his horrible hairpieces were always placed on Front Street.

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You can’t imagine the party that was thrown when SPY finally shuttered their doors. It was a great relief to the classless upper-class that they could finally return to their normal obnoxious state of being. They could kick up the legs and dance without SPY magazine nipping at their well-heeled heels. Here’s a rundown of some of the usual suspects that were featured in SPY magazine who might not have remained so prominent in the public eye if the magazine was still on the shelves. PAT ROBERTSON, ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER, BILL COSBY, NANCY REAGAN, LIZ SMITH, BILL CLINTON, MARTHA STEWART, PAUL McCARTNEY, DONALD TRUMP, OPRAH WINFREY, HILLARY CLINTON, GEORGE BUSH Sr.

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My english teacher in Brooklyn Tech H.S. would bring in all sorts of publications for us to read. From the New York Times to Vanity Fair to The Observer. All those rags were lily white and they spoke to me as if I weren’t good enough to touch the paper they were printed on, but SPY magazine made fun of the whole lot. It stripped away pretension and privilege by showing that those who flaunt it the most deserve it the least.

It’s true that I knowingly co-opted the ‘Seperated At Birth’ theme from SPY, but what I failed to remember is that they also used to run a ‘Celebrity Math’ feature. I will tell you in a New York City minute that SPY magazine’s writing is what has birthed my sense of quasi-journalism and as I scan the blogosphere and even broadcast television I can see that the spirit of that magazine lives on. From Gawker to the Daily Show there are an endless amount of outlets carrying SPY’s DNA code of spot on humor and razor sharp snark.

If I could have told the editor’s of the magazine twenty years ago that GEORGE BUSH Sr’s drunken son would be a two term president and that ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER would be governor of California and that DONALD TRUMP would climb out of bankruptcy to become the King of New York City real estate they prah’lee would have told me to go ‘Get A Life’.

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GAYME Is The Doctor’s Advocate (extra nullus)

Sunday, November 12th, 2006

In what I suppose you would call art imitating life you can see the situation that JAYCEON TAYLOR has found himself in and you wonder if all of his imagined and actual tribulations stem from a romantic relationship that was doomed from the start. Here is an artist that was part of a record label (Aftermath) for several years before he could finally release his first CD. The inner politics of the label’s business transferred his material to another label subsidiary (G-Unit). In effect, he was passed down like a groupie goes from the talent down to the roadies. That fact alone is enough to spoil someone’s self-image especially when you are rebuked by your mentor and your childhood hero. All is fair in love, war and business, and I think that the GAYME situation with Aftermath, G-Unit, FISTY and DRE is a combination of all three.

Can you imagine how GAYME must have first felt when DRE told him that he didn’t have to strip dance any longer? Here was DRE, his hero, his white knight, rescuing him from a life of hustling. But GAYME started playing DRE too close. There were other hustlers that needed DRE’s warm touch and at 26 years old GAYME wasn’t getting any better, he was only getting older.

Having your heart broken can make you do some strange shit. How else do you explain the erratic behavior that JAYCEON has exhibited since the release of his multi-platinum debut CD? Senseless arrests and unprovoked aggression are the stereotypical cRap artist protocol, but GAYME seemed to be crying out for help in a public forum. He had something that he wanted to say and gangster cRap music has no love for them ho’s or love songs that don’t speak of material love. GAYME wanted to tell DRE that he loved him, but the doctor wasn’t making house calls. The doctor wasn’t even picking up the phone. So GAYME did what he had to do. He went into the recording studio and he crafted a love letter to DRE. Over classic DRE inspired west coast beats GAYME has put his heart on the line.

I guess gangstas can make love songs after all. That’s why GAYME is the doctor’s Advocate. Extra super meta nullus to this entire post.

#6 = DP Dot Com WHITE MEAT FIX

Saturday, November 11th, 2006

I just got up on the Battlestar Galactica television series a few weeks ago. I wasn’t effing with it because I thought it was the typical corny Sci-Fi channel bolshevik, Turns out that the shit is gooder than a mug, plus there is this mean piece of white meat on the show as a recurring character. Not just any kind of white tail either, but the kind that white gets mad at you for walking down the street with. Like the “we gots to kill that nigger ‘fore they gets to reproducin’ and the what not” type white tail. And she knows she’s a tramp too.

There’s a whole thing going on in outer space, but I watch the show just to see this broad open her legs a la SHARON STONE in ‘Basic Instinct’. Yeah, it’s soft core sci-fi nonsense, but what else is on the fucking television?!? ‘Flavor Of Love!?!?! I’ll start watching ‘Flavor Of Love’ when they start letting FLAV hit some sweet white meat. All the Black chicks on that show remind me of chicks that I have met at the Shadow or Grant’s Tomb (total NYC references, my bad).

Number 6 looks like she doesn’t smell like typical white meat either. You brothers know what I’m talking about. She looks like her skin doesn’t secrete normal white girl pheromones, but some special rosebud shit. Like you could just lick her clavicle and get a tangy taste of sweat and delicious whiteness. But here’s the best part, because she’s a robot you could tap it raw like Ol’ Dirty Bastard. Niiiice.