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…
SEAGULLS = HARDBODY…
March 3rd, 2009DP.COM CRISPUS ATTUCKS WEEK…
March 2nd, 2009
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.
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.
DP.COM MANNY WATCH…
March 2nd, 2009
For the love of JACK ROOSEVELT ROBINSON, L.A. should just pay this man his money.
Epic Fail = Piyush = PU~
March 2nd, 2009
The internets is as unmerciful as politricks are when it comes time to throw the losers under the bus. When the G.O.P. jumped out with PIYUSH JINDAL as their 2012 Bizarro universe Barack they thought that just by putting someone on the frontlines that was from the ‘other’ was enough to describe their commitment to change.
Sadly for them they did as good a job vetting this Hindude as they did with Caribou Barbie SARAH PALIN. With his first, and possibly last shot at the big stage JINDAL flamed out like a bottle rocket with no stick to stabilize it. We used to call those joints “niggerchasers”. The Republican party at the moment is ready to pop off like a room full of bottle rockets with no stems attached and they are definitely chasing a nigger.
PIYUSH JINDAL’s cataclysmic burnout has garnered him a bit of internets celebritydom. The homey Combat Jack has decided to call an instance of epic failure a Piyush (pronounced pee-yoosh). In keeping time with other various internets memes the word Piyush will be contracted down to PU~ for usage on this site. I love the idea and I love just saying the word PU~. Doesn’t that just sound like something being released from someone’s sphincter at the most inopportune moment?
Here’s another great moment in PU~…
The Bizarro World Stevie Wonder…
March 1st, 2009
T-Pain surely wrote the song he is featured on with JAMIE FOXX. He is an evil genius the likes of a ROBERT SYLVESTER KELLY. His superpower is to create catchy singles that make your brain fluid drip from your ear canal. His music is banal and devoid of any social value unless dating strippers, bartenders and drinking Nuvo swill are the things you value.
The latest song that will surely be this season’s Spring Break date rape anthem is called ‘Blame It’ and it was placed on JAMIE FOXX’s album ‘Intuition’. This song is as bad for you as freebasing an 8-ball of Dwight Gooden’s white pudding and it is just as addictive.
Peep the lyrics to the song…
Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Patron (‘tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)Ay, She say she usually don’t
But I know that she front
Cause shawty know what she want
But she don’t wanna seem like she easy
I hear you saying what ya won’t do
But you know we probably gon do
What you been fiending deep inside
Don’t lie nowGirl, What ya drinking
Gone let it sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking, we can
See what we can be if we press fast foward
Just one more round
If you’re down, I’m for it
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt-What?
You don’t even care now
I was unaware
How fine you was before my buzz set in
(My buzz set in)Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron (‘tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)Oooh, see?
She spilled some drink on me
And now I’m knowing she’s tipsy
She put her body on me
And she keep staring me right in my eyes
No telling what I’m gon do
Baby, I would rather show you
What you been missing in your life
When I get insideGirl, What ya drinking
Gone let it sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking, we can
See what we can be if we press fast foward
Just one more round
If you’re down, I’m for it
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt-What?
You don’t even care now
I was unaware
How fine you was before my buzz set in
(My buzz set in)Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron (‘tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol(T-Pain Verse)
Girl I know you feel good
Just like you look
Couple more shots
You open up like a book
I ain’t tripping
(Cause I’ma read ya)
I ain’t tripping
(I just wanna please ya)
I’mma take a shot of Nuvo
Shawty didn’t you know
It’s going down
And we can go and kick it like judo
You know what I mean
Shawty got drunk, thought it all was a dream
So I made her say, “Ah, Ah, Ah”
Now she got her hands on my legs
Got my seats all wet in my ride
All over my ride
She look me dead in the eye (eye, eye)
Then my pants got bigger
She already knew what the figure
Had her looking at her boyfriend
Like “Fuck that Nigga”(T-Pain Chorus)
Blame it on the juice
Got you feeling loose
Blame it on Petron
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcoholNow to the Ballers popping bottles
With their Henny in they cups
Screaming “Money ain’t a thing”
And if it ain’t, throw it up
In the sky, Hold your drinks up high
And to the independent Ballers
Who can buy they own bottles
And if you looking like a model
When them broke fellas holla
Tell them bye
And throw ya drinks up high
You can…Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Patron (‘tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
This beat reminds me of the equally infectious hit ‘Drop It Like It’s Hot’