Archive for April, 2009

SEPARATED @ BIRTH: Jew Man…

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

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Well looky here, the Supremacy Chronicle, er, the New York Times has a little article about the quaint dilemma that some congregations of Jews are facing by trying to integrate themselves within Jewish organizations.

That’s kind of silly to me.

If you are already blue why would you want to make yourself teal?

Blue-ish?

Does the persimmon want to be a fig?

Hell no!

Maybe if someone had told the persimmon it was poison then maybe the persimmon wouldn’t appreciate the skin it was in, but the persimmon isn’t as dumb as people are and the persimmon recognizes how good it is.

The persimmon doesn’t pretend to be greater than the fig either but please understand that this is because the persimmon is much smarter than we humans are.

The persimmon never created a make believe genus to separate itself from the fig since they both come from the Earth and ultimately return there again.

But like I said before, the persimmon is smarter than us humans.

Don’t be teal, aqua, cyan or blueish for Passover.

Be true blue, and be proud because you are royalty.

The Windex Kid For The Win…

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009

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Chi-Town’s very own The Windex Kid is the winner of the 2009 DP.com NCAA Final 4 pool. TWK has been on a Chicago roll ever since BARACK OBAAMA won the election and KanYe West released ‘808s & Heartbreak’. You can’t tell him nuthin’.

Since I kick his ass on the handball court whenever we get it poppin’ at least he can talk shit about coming from last to first when it counted.

Shouts to all the winners from this year’s pool.

Catch y’all in the fall for football season.

Brothers Gonna Work It Out…

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009

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A British bobby gives dap to the H.N.I.C., who is literally the H.N.I.C.

Rainy Daze Make Life Grow Up…

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009

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The rain hadn’t stopped coming down since the previous night.

The rain puts me in a shitty mood.

Plus I just have all kinds of issues with adulthood.

I did not feel like being friendly with anyone and part of my job requires me to be cordial at least to my clients. I wasn’t feeling them. Usually I can adjust my sullen attitude with a little retail therapy but the the Air Yeezys were sold out everywhere.

I felt like playing in traffic.

When I left the office it was already dark outside.

The asphalt disguises the depth of the puddles and I stepped in several that wet my ankles.

I was on my way to the liquor store when I got a text message from my G. He asked me how I was doing, but I think he already knew. Me and sonn share the same new year’s date. He told me to stop by the studio and share some dinner with him.

I’m glad I didn’t decline his invite.

JOELL ORTIZ was in the studio recording.

His latest song is now my rainy daze anthem.

I needed to hear some shit like this which is light years away from the nihilistic and narcissistic rap music that dominates the genre. This is the type of song that helps you put on your emotional armor. When I left the studio it felt like the rain had stopped.


JOELL ORTIZ – ‘Stand Up!’ (produced by Novel)

Mass Producing Mass Murder…

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009

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If you really honestly think about it, a dude from China who is fully assimilated into American culture is the deadliest man on Earth. First off, he comes from the culture that first created mass production over two thousand years ago. And secondly, he has adopted the traits of the culture that specializes in wholesale homicide.

America is like the CostCo for murder. We place poor people on top of one another and then make them scramble for crumbs. We place a greater value on material possession than we do on people. We use our governance infrastructure to steal wealth from one another. And to top everything off we indoctrinate children with the ideas of cheap life through mass media be it the cinema or video gaming.

Party people, we are fucked the fuck up. I would tell you to put on your seatbelt on because the ride is about to get rougher. At least I got the soundtrack for this shit.


GhostFace Killah featuring DOOM – ‘Chinatown Wars’