Archive for February, 2008

DP Dot Com Hearts White People…

Saturday, February 23rd, 2008

white people

Most Black men in America are inherently multi-lingual.

There’s the language we use when we speak with our parents, the slang we use when we talk to our peers, and for those of us that are so inclined, the way we speak when we are talking to white (see BARACK OBAAMA).

Speaking well while around white has been a career boon for so many colored folks and with this being the blowout week for Black History Month celebrations I wanted to give you party people a drop that highlights my love for learning and racial harmony. For those of you interested in increasing your white I.Q. and prah’lee increasing your SAT scores simultaneously I give you this link from Combat Jack…

Stuff White People Like

This might be the most important website in the history of the internets.

No, really.

I Blame White People…

Saturday, February 23rd, 2008

white people

Editor’s note: If you click on the XXL logo on your right, this is what you’ll get.

On this day forty three years ago Malcolm X was murdered in Harlem. I don’t accuse white of that since we all know that it was orchestrated by a secret cabal of powerful and influential Chicago-based Blacks, namely Louis Farrakhan, Oprah Winfrey and Michael Jordan. What I am blaming white for today is even more tragic than Detroit Red’s death.

Will.I.Am to be cast in upcoming X-Men prequel?!?

Only white could have fucked this shit up. How the hell does Will.I.Am even get a consideration to ruin the greatest comicbook franchise of the modern era? I suppose Black people deserve a small amount of blame for the fact that some Blacks had to birth this dude, but after that it falls squarely on the shoulders of white. Who else is even remotely familiar with his catalog of music? Black folks sniffed this kid out from the gate when they cast him off as a bootleg Wyclef Jean. And the only Black folks that fucks with Wyclef are Haitians. Give Haitians credit for their hardbody status. Them fools are so poor they eat dirt. Know from good music… Not so much.

I trust white for a lot of things but as soon as I take my eyes off them this shit pops up. When I read that Ghostface was being cast in the Iron Man movie I became even more hyped to see that shit. Good move white people. When Heath Ledger merc’ked himself after listening to the DallasPenn Dot Com Dark Knight mixtape I said, “Damn, not a good look white people.” White stays on some suicide shit for some reason as well as that shit were they shoot up a school and then kill themselves after, which is selfishly bitchmade I might add. After the Dark Knight movie premieres there will be a charity walk for suicide prevention. I am volunteering in the hopes of preventing another unnecessary media event like the death of Heath Ledger was.

There is one thing that I love white for[ll]. White Boy Weed. That shit is greener than a motherfucker. XXL Mag management doesn’t want me to espouse shit like drug abuse so I will tell all of y’all that “drugs are bad boys and girls” (Mr. Mackey voice). But if you know any white that is holding that good green please holla at your cousin. Another thing I have to give white props for is your puncuality. How the fuck do you spell that shit? You know what the fuck I’m talking about. When you tell Black people eight o’clock that means anything with an eight in it including 8:59. White folks, you were doing great shit up to this point. Don’t fuck up your legacy of good works by allowing Will.I.Am to fuck up the origins of the most hardbody superhero evar.

To all my respected white readers, I implore on you to call your t.I. fathers or uncles or whoever signs the movie studio checks and tell them to stop this madness at once. Will.I.Am will not stop until he has made Hip-Hop totally un-listenable and I am sure he has the same designs of cultural irrelevance planned for the X-Men franchise. Don’t let him taint the last vestige of enjoyable entertainment left in America. You have the power to stop him.

Whitey On The Moon…

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

time mag

Reports have placed the U.S. spy satellite at approximately 150 miles above the Earth.

150 MILES?!?

That is like walking distance or some shit.

That doesn’t seem far enough above Earth in my mind. If I drive 150 miles from New York City that puts me in south Jersey or some place. If satellites fly overhead at a height of 150 miles above Earth I could prah’lee spot them on a clear day.

They sure as hell can spot me.

Do you think they will ever release the satellite images of NICOLE BROWN SIMPSON getting merc’ked? You do know there was a gang of killers that shived her ass along with her cokehead poolboy RON GOLDMAN?

Oh well, babies will still go hungry in the U.S. while whitey is on the Moon.


GIL SCOT-HERON – ‘Whitey On The Moon’

PUNK LIFE By ERNIE PANICCIOLI

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

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ERNIE can’t stop, won’t stop on his quest to make ten books in ten weeks. Take a look at some of the images from his sixth book he is calling ‘Punk Life’.

ERNIE was fascinated with the emerging Punk Rock culture in New York City during the 1970’s and how it intertwined with the graffiti and music scene that was being developed further uptown. Their energies were similar even though their looks were often polar opposites.

These are flicks from the days of CBGB and the little rock bars that dotted the lower east side of Manhattan before those neighborhoods became too hip and cool for the punks. ERNIE’s work in this book tells so many different stories… Iconic imagery of the pre-punk rock and post-punk rock eras along with the past and future New York City.

ERNIE’s books are time capsules to a period that is long gone and whitewashed in this city that now looks like a branded piece of corporate capitalism. DisneyWorld North. Don’t ever forget what this city used to be. What rebel rock music used to be. Fuck the emo bullshit.

‘Punk Life’ by ERNIE PANICCIOLI

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SKI’d Up To Get Tree’d Up…

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

nyc

Why the eff did I forget to bring home t.p. lastnite?!?

The good news is that I have a snowsuit especially for days like today.

Snorkel parka, waterproof pants, 40-Below Tims and the sickest ski hat evar.

No way I’m missing the Roots at the Apollo Theatre tonight.