Archive for July, 2006

Detective Boogaloo: Hip-Hop Cop

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

boogaloo

One of the members in our internets cipher hipped me to a web comic that he produced called ‘Detective Boogaloo: Hip-Hop Cop‘. It’s like ‘Beat Street’ meets ‘Inspector Gadget’. It’s obvious that he has fun with his his work the same way we do over here. Except he doesn’t have to use pr0n or expletives.

Detective Boogaloo: Hip-Hop Cop is the story of a B-boy who, when break dancing on a piece of radioactive cardboard gained super powers. His younger brother, Tre, also attempted to acquire powers from the radiation that was still available, but he only wants to use his powers for his materialistic desires. Boogaloo must now battle with his brother and his evil rhyming syndicate for control of the city in which they live. The storyline has a cool flow and the there are tons of visual jokes that you have to be G.A.P. to relate to. The G.A.P. refers to grown azz peoples. Do you remember all the visual jokes that were inside a Looney Tunes cartoon? That’s the speed this comic moves at. It’s even written in a serialized format with cliffhangers and drama. The allegory of Cain and Abel will always be a classic.

The artwork is vibrant and reminds me so much of all my attempts at illustrating. Well, not really, you see the creator of this series, JAMAR NICOLAS is a talent. I hope that he and I can work on a child’s storybook sometime in the near future. In the meantime and in between time open this brother’s link and dig the story of ‘Detective Boogaloo‘. He is saving Hip-Hop from Sucka MC’s, one wack rapper at at time.

SEPARATED AT BIRTH: MISHKIN DYNAMITE

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

napoleon mishkin

If you know about pop culture and politics enough to follow this post I will be mailing you a gold star.

It’s All About Money, Ain’t A Damn Thing Funny…

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

black bush

Can you imagine for one second, President BUSH doing the ‘motorcycle’ dance? Well, it’s going dowwwwwwwwwwn in D.C. G DUBBZ just appointed another T.I. to the Federal Reserve Board. Remind me to buy some M.A.C. lipglass with my next paycheck so my lips can look purty when I kiss my social security benefits goodbye.

FREDERIC MISHKIN isn’t just some texas flunkie that G DUBBZ sniffed a line or two with. This dude is like the real deal. He wrote the book on how to get that cheddar. He actually wrote like three or four textbooks on money so he isn’t going to be another MICHAEL BROWN type appointee. That doesn’t mean that the results for poor people will get any better.

Big brains like FRED MISHKIN are great when hard numbers need to be crunched, but they lack the insight to see the ripple effects that large scale economies play on the indiviuals that occupy the lowest tiers. MISHKIN is so wrapped up in the macro-economy that he can’t see that most of us Americans live according to micro-economics. My paycheck is so microscopic that I can only afford to buy dinner for my family that I heat in a microwave.

Black Children Aren’t Just For Photo-Ops

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

ANGELINA JOLIE increased her street cred 1000% after her interview with COOPER ANDERSON, er, ANDERSON COOPER, er… that nigga has the white equivalent of a ghetto name. How you gonna have two last names as your first name?!? If he was a Black his name would be D’BRICKASHAW.

I am glad that a daughter of privilege has all this empathy for people in need. I need to have sex with a hot piece of white poonahnee. My organization is definitely non-profit too. Maybe if I create a flyer I can get ANGELINA’s attention.

DO YOU BELIEVE…

Tuesday, July 4th, 2006

the mothership

in the Mothership?

Ten years ago on the Fourth of July GEORGE CLINTON performed in Central Park for the 20th anniversary of the Mothership Connection. I went to the show with my then fiance who was as avid a Funkadelic fan as I was. We tripped the day away on everything we could get our hands on and I mean everything.

The show was a magnificent display of sound, color and texture. BOOTSY COLLINS, BERNIE WORRELL, MACEO PARKER, DE LA SOUL and A TRIBE CALLED QUEST all graced the stage. The culmination of course was the landing of the mothership. The climax was later on that evening when my girlfriend and I made love. I was so hopped up on drugs that I ejaculated styrofoam. True story. My girlfriend and I would never get married and the flashbacks from that evening always remind me to forever leave acid alone lest I take a ride on the Mothership for good.

Yet I still have fond memories…

R.I.P.G.G.