Archive for March, 2009

The Bluster And The Busker…

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

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On the heels of BOBBY JINDAL’s recent G.O.PU~ we get to witness the unraveling of the current Republican party chairman MICHAEL STEELE.

STEELE was another slack attempt by the GOP to court diversity and reshape the image of the party into something a little less kneejerk and a lot more hip. The idea that just putting some color on some shit makes something current is PU~ in itself, but when you lack swagger as badly as the Republicans do you too would think MICHAEL STEELE was the answer.

Over the weekend STEELE was a guest on the D.L. HUGHLEY show and he commented that RUSH LIMBAUGH was not the de facto leader of the Republican party and that RUSH was an “ugly, incendiary entertainer”. On Monday morning LIMBAUGH opened a can of whoop ass so big that by that very afternoon STEELE was scrambling to issue an apology in the press.

LMFAO! I have been waiting for this douche STEELE to get bitchslapped by a Democrat, but this is even more enjoyable to peep his public PU~ from the hands of the true voice of the Republican party. LIMBAUGH didn’t just give STEELE a veritable ‘Ho Sit Down!’, he called for STEELE’s head on his talk radio show.

“Why are you running the Republican Party?

Why do you claim you lead the Republican Party when you seem obsessed with seeing to it that President Obama succeeds?

I would be embarrassed to say that I’m in charge of the Republican Party in the sad-sack state that it’s in.

If I were chairman of the Republican Party, given the state that it’s in, I would quit.”

Oh. Shit.

Now that STEELE has been shown to be the dancing monkey how soon before the Republicans put another face in his chairman seat in order to make inroads for the 2009 local elections?

MICHAEL STEELE got pwn3d so badly he won’t be able to raise one red cent (Ha. Socialism) for the Republicans.

Here’s to hoping that the Grand Ol’ Party continues the PU~ all year long.

Someone get SARAH PALIN on the phone.

NYC’s Most Notorious Housing Projects…

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

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A while back my peoples over at UnKut.com asked me to lend a hand in a piece they were creating for the best Hip-Hop magazine on the planet, the U.K.’s Hip-Hop Connections.

The piece was to focus on the most notorious New York City housing projects. I’m glad that UnKut came to me for the assist. If I am nothing else I want to be a repository for NYC’s history, both good and bad, but mostly actual and factual.

The Unkut Guide To Hip-Hop’s Most Notorious Projects – Part 1

The Unkut Guide To Hip-Hop’s Most Notorious Projects – Part 2

“The housing projects plan isn’t flawed until you fill it with poor people. When these building were filled with working class folks it seemed like there might be a better life for people.

Generations stayed up in those buildings too. Remove the manufacturing and shipping industry from NYC and add the rampant access of drugs like alcohol, heroin and then crack and the housing projects devolve into what we have now.

The government smartened up with regards to warehousing the poor and disenfranchised. In the early 1900’s they gave away tracts of land to the Native Americans for them to drink themselves to death. The housing project is the same idea except the acres are stacked on top of one another instead of being spread out.

This aids in the control and regulation of these populations as well. Police can black off a few traffic arteries if the native get restless now.

Housing projects are just reservations in the sky.”

SEAGULLS = HARDBODY…

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

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The slang term gully was used after witnessing how hardbody seagulls will act when they are hungry.

They aren’t scared of people either.

Peep how these birds get down…

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DP.COM CRISPUS ATTUCKS WEEK…

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

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Combat Jack, Marvelous Mo and myself have been spending a lot of time together as of late. Part of the reason was that we were courting the notion of forming an internets collective that did more than just maintained weblogs of our exploits and aspirations. While spending time together this weekend Combat Jack reminded us of the cautionary tale of CRISPUS ATTUCKS.

Many of you may not know this but CRISPUS ATTUCKS was the first person killed in the Revolutionary War. ATTUCKS was also a Black man. That he is generally the only name most people remember when queried about the so-called ‘Boston Massacre‘ says that ATTUCKS was surely a pioneer, but a pioneer of what you might ask? CRISPUS ATTUCKS has pioneered a long line of Africans in America who have gotten their shit fucked the fuck up because they were fucking around with the white.

If ATTUCKS has just minded his damn business he might still be alive. Not today, because that would be crazy, but back then instead of getting his wig peeled back via musket which had to be some bullshit compared to the arms we are now shipping overseas to Israel and the like that simply just decapitate babies. There are surfers, scuba divers, skateboarders, astronauts, and captains of industry who all have CRISPUS ATTUCKS to thank for inspiring them to jump out the window with the white.

With the two hundred and thirty-ninth anniversary of CRISPUS ATTUCKS demise approaching this Thursday I thought I should highlight one of his successors, the first African America surfer, NICOLAS RONALDO GABALDON.

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NICK RONALDO GABALDON(1927-1951) started his famous surfing career on a piece of rescued flatwood at the Inkwell beach that was south of Santa Monica’s fabled Malibu beachfront.

In those days the beaches of Southern California were segregated just like the lunch counters in Selma, Alabama. This didn’t stop the young Blacks from coming to the water however and even imitating the activities of the white they witnessed on the northern stretches of the coast.

NICK was a tall, slim handsome man who was highly athletic and was even reported to have known how to swim, but this is disputed by many historians who agree that no African American has proven they have the ability to swim since they don’t pwn that category in the Summer Olympics.

NICK befriended some of the great surfers of that period like BOBBY HOGAN and MICKEY MUNOZ. Even the legendary Malibu Beach lifeguard PRESTON ‘PETE’ PETERSON considered GABALDON a friend. After a stint in the Navy GABALDON returned to the beaches of SoCal, and returned to the surfing lifestyle that he so loved.

Sadly, it would be the forbidden dance of the white atop seasoned balsa wood that would do NICK in.

A major swell in early June with waves over a story high was pounding the the Malibu coast. Surfers from up and down Californ-I-A came to hang ten and break waves. NICK was said to have taken out a brand new handshaped shortboard for the occasion. He found a monster wave too and deftly hugged the crest as if he were a white.

Alas, for all of his good hair and Polynesian good looks NICOLAS GABALDON was not a white. He disappeared in the swell, his shortboard shattered against the Malibu piers, his body was not to be recovered for several days.

In 2008, the Santa Monica city council unveiled a commemorative plaque at Inkwell beach in honor of NICK and his achievements as the first African American surfer.

If there are any lessons to be learned from this drop it should be 1) Black history is American history and that shit happens all the fucking time, and 2) Black people, stop trying to do shit white does. It will get your shit fucked the fuck up.

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DP.COM MANNY WATCH…

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

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For the love of JACK ROOSEVELT ROBINSON, L.A. should just pay this man his money.