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100 Miles And Running…

Monday, November 5th, 2007

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Yesterday’s marathon reminds me of what my dad called life. I was so busy trying to grow up in a hurry because I thought that life was a sprint. My dad told me that life was a marathon and that pacing myself would help me complete the race. It took me so long to understand what he was trying to tell me. I almost disqualified my damn self like my name was RYAN SHAY. I’m still standing though and thankful for all my dad’s lessons.

Life is long party people, but if you work hard and stay true to your principles you will be able to see the blessings of your labor. My dad passed away knowing that I had finally found a real woman to love me and not some high-heeled hoochie hussy (which incidentally are my favorite type of broads). He saw me buy my first home and he saw my professional accomplishments. In that regard he knew his work here was done. I still wish he were right here though because I still need his counseling some times and especially his tough love.

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iNTERNETS CELEBRITIES is going to be that crack that you need in your life. If I have to start producing these videos by myself I will, but I don’t, so I won’t. My point is that I am so serious about taking the i.C. movement up to the next level in terms of creative content.

The idea has crossed my mind that you folks would respond to us if we promised you new content on a certain day by a certain time. That will be our next goal in order to make that step upwards. Steady content featuring RAFI and I going in on whatever the fuck we want.

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DP Dot Com has to finish off 2007 stronger than ever. If the fourth quarter is the entertainment industry’s ‘put up or shut up’ time then I have to show you folks who the JOE MONTANA of this blog shit is. Not so much JOE when he joined the Chiefs, although there was that Monday night game in 1994 at Mile High Stadium. Hey, you get the point.

Randomosity: Remember TODD BLACKLEDGE?

There is a brand new DP Dot Com mixtape going out this week so keep an eye out for a package in your snail mail post office box.

Shouts to NERDITRY for the birthday gift. Shouts to big brother ERNIE PANNICIOLI for sending me his O.G. copy of the VANESSA WILLIAMS Penthouse premiere. Shouts to Kenya for being so effin’ hardbody every year.

Shouts to you for running with us.

big kenya

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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Monday, November 5th, 2007

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NIKE stays in my wallet when it comes to copping shit from their Negro Leagues ‘Untold Truth’ series. They are maintaining a high level of premium leathers along with their most popular retro designs. You already know I have the JOSH GIBSON Dunks, and now I have the SATCHEL PAIGE Air Max 90’s. Once they create some JACKIE ROBINSON Air Trainer III’s the game will be over. I’m glad that NIKE showed SATCHEL PAIGE some love.

SATCHEL PAIGE is one of baseball’s most legendary players. He might be the game’s greatest pitcher of all time. SATCHEL PAIGE was able to throw two separate ballgames in a single afternoon. PAIGE wasn’t admitted into the Major Leagues until he was forty eight years old. He played professionally until his late fifties. SATCHEL was famous for his amazing array of pitches and his unmistakable quotations.

“I use my single windup, my double windup, my triple windup, my hesitation windup, my no windup. I also use my step-n-pitch-it, my submariner, my sidearmer, and my bat dodger. Man’s got to do what he’s got to do.” – (c) Satchel Paige

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Premium butter soft indigo and wheat leather with detailed stitching of the player’s name on the tongue. Just the kind of flavor and quality that SATCH would have preferred.

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Baseball’s Average Joes Stay Falling Upwards…

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

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The 2006 National League’s Manager of the Year wasn’t the Met’s WILLIE RANDOLPH. Even though he energized New York City’s stepchild baseball franchise and was within one clutch hit of going to the World Series he still didn’t do enough to impress the baseball writers who vote on that shit. These are the same writers who refused to induct BUCK O’NEIL into the MLB Hall of Fame despite his lifetime of achievement. Claiming racism is too simple and too shallow for these shitbag writers.

The manager who won the 2006 award will now helm the MLB’s version of Hollywood also known as the New York Yankees, while the guy who was just calling the on field shots at Yankee Stadium will move out to Hollywood to be the skipper for the wayward west coast Dodgers. JOE GIRARDI and JOE TORRE were both pretty inglorious baseball players even though TORRE did win an N.L. MVP in 1971. TORRE’s best work was in carrying the weed for HENRY AARON during the 1960’s. Wiping down the home run champs backsweat made TORRE look official.

JOE GIRARDI grew up in Illinois and then became a player for the home team after the Cubs drafted him out of college. GIRARDI is cut from the cloth of a frustrated military leader in his demeanor and rancor. As a manager he prohibits his players from wearing any facial hair. This rule is attractive to several people like the Yankees management and also the people that like to crossdress as women. I have a personal motto which tells me not to trust any man without at least a moustache. GIRARDI might wear a dress during the off-season. He seems like a power-bottom [ll].

Only in baseball can you be handsomely rewarded for under-achieving. Both of these average joes are among the highest paid managers in the game and their record for achievement when the ownership isn’t pouring billions into the team’s payroll is well documented. Hell, TORRE couldn’t win even with MLB’s highest payroll. GIRARDI will inherit what remains of GEORGE STEINBRENNER’s vanity project and I can’t wait for his ass to be unemployed the moment after he tells GEORGE to “sit down and shut the fuck up!” like he did to the owner of the Florida Marlins.

This isn’t a drop that extols for more Black managers because Blacks don’t even play baseball anymore. At least not english speaking Blacks, and I wouldn’t dare remind a dark-skinned Dominican of their African ancestry. Dominican’s are steady trying to bring Jheri curls back in order to get the Black out of their scalps. The bigger issue is how baseball and their indentured servant sportswriters constantly recycle their mediocre personnel.

Oh and yeah, Red Sox rule bitches.

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Doing The Math For American Gangster…

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

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It costs the taxpayers $12,000 per year to educate an NYC high school student, and $140,000 a year to jail one.

The investment in expanding the prison industrial complex directly parallels that of the ascension of accessible narcotics within the center city. Heroin and cocaine, even marijuana to a certain extent, were considered only for the wealthy. Poor people would have to medicate themselves with alcohol and other various sundry household products. The accessibility of narcotics within the center city also caused a sharp increase in the instances of violent crimes.

Combine all the violent offenders along with the non-violent (sellers, users) and you have a system that is bursting at the seams because it can’t lock people up fast enough. The question you posit now is a fair one.

“What do the NY State Rockefeller drug laws have to do with this movie?”

These laws create different mandatory minimum sentencing guidelines for those arrested with illegal narcotics in their possession. The laws established an awkward inverse proportion of jail time for those people found to have relatively small amounts. As we learned earlier, cocaine and heroin were traditionally the vice of the wealthy because of their price point. More accessible narcotics meant more arrests and more bodies in prison for long stretches even though many of those receiving multi-year terms were in fact narcotics users.

So it was possible for a drug abuser to receive the same sentence as his corner dealer depending on the amounts in their possession. Both parties would receive greater sentences than someone convicted with fifty times the amount they held. The Rockefeller drug laws were just a spoke in the wheel of supremacy and the destruction of the center city. These laws would not have had the effect they did if cocaine and heroin weren’t made accessible to disenfranchised communities in the first place.

The movie ‘American Gangster’ will focus its fiction on the exploits of one person, but the larger system will remain under the radar and out of the spotlight. There is a numbers game that is being played and the residents of the center city exist simply as pieces on an abacus to be slid from right to left and back again. Frank Lucas didn’t create this. He is more pawn than player.

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American Gangster… Who The Fuck Cares?!?

Saturday, November 3rd, 2007

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Am I the only Black person alive who hasn’t seen the film ‘American Gangster’? Is this almost a renouncement of my ghetto pass? I’m certainly not going to the movie theater to see that shit because you know fools will shoot at the screen, but I haven’t even considered hitting my dude Ahmed the African off. He’s got the joint directly from the studio along with the official artwork for only a five spot.

I mean, I will eventually watch that shit. Its just that I have a gang of ‘Bionic Woman’ to go through along with ’30 Rock’ and ‘Heroes’. Do I feel like giving away two hours of my money to watch that bullshit? Fuck the price of a movie ticket, or even a clear as day bootleg copy. I’m considering the value of my time and energy being wasted by just sitting somewhere watching some straight up bolshevik.

I don’t know about you kids but I value my time at over $100 per hour. So the time I spend being unproductive is like giving away my money. I already have a day job that taxes the eff out of me, along with my need to be twisted a minimum of four days a week. That doesn’t leave a window wide enough for me to give DENZEL WASHINGTON or RUSSELL CROWE my $250 dollars. Its not like I’m going to learn anything from this film that selling drugs myself hasn’t already shown me.

Maybe it will. Maybe it will show the story of an ambitious and enterprising young businessman who resorted to selling narcotics to help his mother pay her rent. Maybe I’ll get to watch a film that discloses who refines and manufactures these narcotics so that they can be delivered to the distribution outlets? The fact that narcotics are so prevalent in western culture might be one of the themes discussed in this film. I doubt all the above, but as ‘Ye Tudda would say, “that shit might could happen.”

‘American Gangster’ is the story of how man had decided to destroy his community because of his lust for money. I don’t even mean Frank Lucas, the real person or the fictitious character being blamed for Harlem’s heroin epidemic. I am speaking on the man that was formerly part of humanity. The United States is filled with millions of Frank Lucases, Oliver Norths, and George Bushes who will kindly join forces to terminate people indiscriminately. Those of us left in the wake of their hurricanes of greed can only fight for scraps or pick up the pieces.

Hollywood isn’t hardbody enough to print the real ending to an American gangster’s fairytale.

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