Archive for October, 2008

AIN’T SHIT SWEET!

Saturday, October 4th, 2008

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If you asked two months ago who I wanted to emerge from the National League to enter the World Series I would have told you that the Cubs were my team.

Fuck the Mets!

Thir treatment of WILLIE RANDOLPH as players and an organization on the whole was wacksauce. They paid the price in the end too. I hope they trade everyone on that team that doesn’t know how to speak English, along with that nazi sympathizer VILHELM VAGNER (you think I didn’t know?!?).

The Cubs were a sentimental favorite of sorts. I like their uniforms colorways because they match a bunch of pairs of kicks I own. ALFONSO SORIANO is that dude. The Cubs play in Wrigley Field, one of the country’s oldest remaining stadiums along with Boston’s Fenway Park. While some professional sports teams are fleecing their cities’ economies for new ballparks at least the Cubs have remained loyal to their monument.

I also fucks with Sweet Lou [ll]. LOU PINELLA is a former Yankee and a Yankee killer. When LOU managed the Seattle Mariners they used to pwn the Yankees. I loved the chips on shoulders that LOU and KEN GRIFFEY Jr. used to bring to the game when they played against New York. So if you asked me two months ago who I was fucksing with in the National League I would have definitely told you the Cubs. That was before Mannywood came to L.A.

LOU PINELLA is in the unenviable position of trying to coach his club through the buzzsaw of the game’s current best and hottest slugger and the team that wins titles on some destiny shit. MANNY RAMIREZ has become their KIRK GIBSON redux. The Dodgers still don’t have the pitching to rightfully win the World Series, but the Cubs and Sweet Lou and the beautiful Wrigley Field are going to have to bow out this round to the greatness of destiny.

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DON’T H8: ALICIA LEE

Saturday, October 4th, 2008

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There’s nothing like a mother’s love. Word to H8TORADE.

This story is so fucked the fuck up, and it comes from the folks at KnowGoodMusic

Mom Sexually Assaulted 2-Year-Old Son, DA Says

What the peanut butter and jelly Mickey Mouse shit is going on with this bird ass chick?

There is a segment of Americana that is so fucking stupid and I can’t wrap my brain around it.

The infant has no contextual reference for the action other than the fact that his skin has all kinds of nerve endings that were stimulated. He’ll be fine in the short term, but maybe not when he turns into a teenager and realizes that his mother was separated from him because she was a dumb ass.

The baby’s daddy got wind of this chick’s stupidity and snitched on her to the local jakes. Cam’Ron wouldn’t have told though. Good thing the father didn’t chin check that broad since this is National Domestic Violence Awareness month. Thirty years ago the kid’s dad would have dealt with the knowledge of this stupid woman’s actions by going upside her head with his shoe.

I know this because I was sexually abused by my teenage babysitter. I told my parents what she did to me because it made me feel good. How the hell was I suppose to know it was a bad thing? My father whupped her ass down to the pigskin and called her mother all kinds of crazy shit. They left the neighborhood that summer for good. And I had to wait another decade for blowjob.

I don’t bring up my past to make a light situation out of this clusterfuck. The mother obviously has issues to conduct herself this way. At the end of the day though I think all of us guys can attest that it is still pretty boss to be only two years old and catching BJ’s.

Is all I’m saying.

After The Show, And Yet Before The Afterparty…

Friday, October 3rd, 2008

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There is a nebulous area in entertainment between the show and the afterparty. It is called the parking garage. This is where entertainers wait for the horses and carriages to chaffeur them off to the the next thing.

If you hang with 40 Diesel then you will have access to this place that even your press credentials couldn’t provide.

Take a few minutes to enjoy the dialogue we shared with some of our favorite rappers and entertainers who entered the zone otherwise known as the 2008 Vh-1 Hip-Hop Honors Aftershow Parking Garage Party.

Okay, my bad that was ridiculously long. I hope these clips aren’t.

Featuring Wyclef Jean, Michael Rappaport, Ahmir ?uestlove Thompson, PMD, Fat Joe, BizMark, Dave from De La, Fab 5 Fredddy and the unstoppable, irrepressible obama eliminator, 40 Diesel.

Hip-Hop Hooray!

Friday, October 3rd, 2008

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What if B.E.T. were to honor Hip-Hop as well as Vh-1 does?

Here’s a few thoughts on tonight’s taping of Vh-1’s Hip-Hop Honors Awards and why all the honorees were deserving of their recognition for a myriad number of reasons.

  • Too Short was a pioneer of self-distribution before the age of the internets and platforms like YouTube and the such
  • De La Soul for inspiring most of us to become rappers that rhymed to our own beat
  • Cypress Hills for keeping Hip-Hop’s legacy of activism well lit
  • Naughty By Nature for still having that Juice
  • Slick Rick for just being the ruler
  • TERRENCE came through and shot up the red carpet. Okay, I mean shot using his movie camera, and the carpet was actually purple and not red. Not a royal purple either, more like an eggplant nightshade type purple.

    MARVELOUS MO held it down for DP Dot Com. I can’t wait to see her footage. She looked so stunning that Fat Joe only remembers me because I was standing next to her.

    KEV CLARK remains omnipresent when red carpets are in effect. Peep some of his pics…

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    We were sited next to B.E.T.’s “Black Carpet” coverage team again. I didn’t make a point to talk through their uncharismatic hosts like I did last year and GOD rewarded my goodness by letting me see Vh-1 staff boot B.E.T. off the carpet runway to behind the steel barriers.

    Vh-1 staff keeps their shit real nazi-like for the press. We accept that treatment for the access and the crafts services. F.Y.I. The roasted chicken and the vegetable lasagna were excellent. As usual, I made my way to the V.I.P. area where the kick ass hors d’ovaries and the free drinks were. 40 Diesel was there going in hardbody on the souvenir cups.

    I caught a few minutes of the performances between my double-fisting and free dinner. It’s fun to be a fan of Hip-Hop. Most of the people in the VIP area were still working and politicking. The new event is now the Hip-Hop Honors afterparty where the entertainment industry people rub elbows with the night’s performers.

    Basically, everyone that has been together for the last 12 hours hangs out for another 4 hours. I’m sure someone is charging this to overtime.

    I’m certainly not.

    It’s only 6am and I have only processed three video clips. Sleep? That shit is the cousin of death.

    I wish I could quit you Hip-Hop [ll].

    Vh-1 Hip-Hop Honors
    Monday October 6th
    10pm EST

    POLITRICKS 2008: By The Time I Get To Arizona…

    Friday, October 3rd, 2008

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    I have this dream about relocating to Phoenix.

    Sometimes my memory is dangerously short though.

    Alamo from the Brand Nubians reminded me tonight about JOHN McCAIN’s opposition to the MLK Jr. federal holiday.

    Damn, this meatball McCAIN is extra chump status.

    He supported the supremacist governor EVAN MEACHAM in overturning the holiday only to have to become an adversary with him after MEACHAM had been impeached.

    *makes mental note to urinate on MEACHAM’s gravesite by the time I get to Arizona*