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Archive for October, 2005
DIPSET DEEP THOUGHTS by CAM’RON GILES
Thursday, October 13th, 2005
A little indo that’s when yo,
I said I’m messin with these bimbos
It’s easier to pimp hoes,
nowadays they simple
It don’t take much to make her
Just take her to a place where It’s nice
Show her the ice,
and might give her a fake fur
REVEREND WILLIAM H. SUNDAY Explains… ‘What She’s Really Saying’
Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
So one evening after I had been wearing my girlfriends thighs as if they were earmuffs and we lay together in our sweaty nakedness I asked the question. “Why did you stop dating white guys?” I knew the question was secretly loaded because when I first asked it over a year ago the answer had been that she had never dated a white guy ever. I knew that there was no way this sister hadn’t put some milk in her coffee because she knew more Depeche Mode and Thompson Twins songs than I did. Its not even that big a deal to me either because I have dated every range of the color spectrum, but its strikes me as funny that after a year I can start to find out a whole different side of the person that I am supremely intimate with.
In a years time there is no one alive that can remember anything they said that wasn’t true. Even women, who are the masters of deception can’t keep track of all their stories. Eventually it all falls down. So how do you avoid the Jeckyl and Hyde syndrome that comes with practically every single woman over the age of sixteen? I asked the good right Reverend Dr. WILLIAM H. SUNDAY how to know when what a woman tells me is the truth.
“First of all, its all truth. It is all the truth, but YOU can’t handle the truth! Do you really want to know how many times that your girlfriend has given her heart and her soul and, of course, her body to some man? The truth is that its probably more times than even she can remember. The truth is she has given herself up to the rollercoaster ride that is love time after time. And many of those times the man has been flyer than you are, with more money, more class, a larger dick, and a lot more skills in the bedroom. The truth is you are lucky and blessed to have someone that believes that you can be more than just a fat azz, college dropout, formerly homeless ex-junkie, chain-snatching car thief.”
“So if you REALLY, REALLY want the truth. If you really must know how many hairy ballsacks have been tickled by her tongue and how many times her soft cameo has been split open to receive someone’s manhood you will never ever gain the ultimate truth. The ultimate truth is that a woman lives for love and she will pursue it with a courage and fearlessness that borders reckless abandon. The ultimate truth is that you won’t be the last.”
As always, the good Reverend puts things in their proper perspective. Instead of asking how, when or why I am reminded to live and love as if it were the last days of time. My number will surely be called one day and I want to be able to say that it was better to have lived and loved, than to never have loved at all.
WE BUILT THIS CITY…
Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
The New York Historical Society has spent a grip of money on what could have been a meaningful, dynamic and far reaching exhibit titled “Slavery in New York”. The exhibit could have told the story of how the chattel slave trade allowed America to usurp the position of world power from the British by exploiting a base of free labor for the over 300 hundred years that it was in place. The exhibit could have told the story of the slaves that constructed the wall in lower Manhattan that was designed to fend off pirates and Indians. That location would later be known as Wall Street.
The story of Slavery in America has been opened by scholars before but I was excited to see a discussion of the subject as it was related to Early New Yorker’s mercantile successes.
Everyone likes to think of slavery as a phenomenon exclusive to the American South. And while it is true that the majority of the slave population existed in the South, the difference between North and South was probably less than the percentage by which Bush stole the election.
In fact, New York was the largest slave-holding state in the North. Brooklyn? Plantation city. Ditto for Queens, Long Island and Upper Manhattan. Funny thing is, not that much has changed. Only the jig masters now go by North Face and Starbucks instead of Hamilton and Lefferts.
The letdown for me with what could have been a powerful exhibit was the fact that so many names were withheld. Where are the Carnegies, the Vanderbilts, the DuPonts? For crissakes, where the hell are the Rockerfellers?!? No one controls more New York jigs today than the Rockerfeller family.
ROC-A-FELLA y’all.
G.A.M.E. REBELLION Benefit Concert
Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
G.A.M.E. killed their white tees at the ADIDAS in-store showcase and they will do the same at Crash Mansion this Thursday October 13. It’s rap music, it’s punk rock music, it’s hard shit for your anus! (super-extra JIM JONES ‘Harlem’ no homo to that last bit)
But seriously, these brothers rock and they rap about real shit, not car rims.
Crash Mansion
Bowery, directly opposite Spring Street
Manhattan, NYC
doors: 9pm
