POLITRICKS 2008: Mr. Crazy Goes To Washington…

September 25th, 2008

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JOHN McCAIN gets a whiff of his own horseshit.

The 2008 presidential campaign turns on a faux CAPRA-esque twist when JOHN McCAIN claims to have suspended his campaign to return to Washington to fix the economic crisis.

Does this mean he is putting up all of his homes and his fleet of automobiles to add to the welfare package that Wall Street is receiving? Ha. McCAIN’s machine might be short on moola methinks.

What the fuck is JOHN McCAIN going to do in Washington? This meatball isn’t on the banking, finance or ethics committees that are overseeing the corporate welfare package. He’s gonna have to watch this shit on C-Span like the rest of us. Those of us that are watching this shit. My ass is going back to the beach to get a tan. Anyone who remembers the Keating Five already remembers JOHN McCAIN from making our economy fucked the fuck up back in 1989’s savings and loan scandal. JOHN McCAIN is only into bankrupting economies.

More than likely it is because the handlers of the Republican ticket realize that their team will be eaten alive in the debates like fresh meat. So this tactic for stalling isn’t just designed to delay McCAIN’s debate, but really to delay SARAH PALIN’s time at the podium. Let’s face it, the Republican ticket as presented is about as piss poor on public policy as you could get in modern day politricks. One of the nominees can’t remember the date while the other is firmly confident that it is still 1808.

The OBAAMA campaign should carry on with the debate. Show up. Fuck it. Even though it’s in Mississippi the chances of BARACK being lynched publicly are actually pretty slim.

Back Pack Rap Attack…

September 23rd, 2008

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It’s never a good time to leave NYC. There is a party tonight for the launch of NBA 2K9. Open bar and free food. There is some other industry shit on Wednesday night with more free drinks and Thursday night in NYC is the new Saturday night with free drinks and free food in several spots.

NYC is straight banana bread during the week, but on the weekend it becomes the city that never sleeps. This Friday there is some historic shit popping off at the Knitting Factory. Boot Camp Clik will be riding in hard with live performance by the Cocoa B’z and Black Moon. A live band will be backing them up as they perform the classic Hip-Hop albums ‘Da Shinin’ and ‘Enter Da’ Stage’.

‘Enter Da’ Stage’ is such an important record in Hip-Hop history and the Duck Down BCC movement is finally being recognized as one of rap music’s greatest collectives, if not the greatest. Look at their consistent track record and their longevity. BCC just keeps grinding through the underground. Heltah Skeltah’s Sean Price has become the most prominent face of the movement in the last few years but who can deny Smif and Wessun and their impact on rap culture. Boot Camp is Brooklyn to the bone and they represent for the neighborhoods that gentrification still won’t fucks with. Brownsville, Ocean Hill, East New York, Pitkin, Sutter, DuMont, Saratoga, Rockaway, Ralph Ave. Hail Meg!

It sucks that I am going to Barbados for a week today. It doesn’t suck like that, but damn, this will be such a legendary performance that I hate the idea of missing it just because me and my chick caught this sick deal in February. The end of the hurricane season and right before the prime season jumps off is when you can got to the Caribbean for next to nothing. So while I’m chilling on a white sand beach Buckshot Shorty will be ripping down ‘Buck ‘Em Down’ with a live bass player on his side.

I hope some of you hermits come up from your mom’s basements. Don’t be scared. There will be hell’a white hanging out with you. This won’t be like a show at the old NYC nightclub called the Muse back in 1992. You won’t have to tuck in your jewelry or keep a razor blade inside of your cheek. If you are fresh like me you will make sure you represent like it was 1992 though. Put some of your ‘Lo lifestyle wears on and even rock a Jansport of a NorthFace backpack. The underground Hip-Hop will never die. Beats and rhymes never get old.

Someone drop me a line and tell me how ill the show was.

BTW, are y’all hype for Da Incredible Rap Team?

Everything is still Heltah Skeltah.

dirty jerz

The Trillion Dollar Welfare System…

September 22nd, 2008

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I grew up far from being wealthy. I remember shit like waiting in line for the powdered milk and cheese brick that my mom would copp from the church. My dad hated for her to get that shit but the truth was that we needed a little help when he was the only one working and my mom was finishing up her B.A. requirements. We had food stamps and a supermarket on Northern Blvd. that allowed me to use them to buy shit like bread, milk and butter.

My dad and my mother worked their natural Black asses off to put the family in a position where we no longer needed food stamps. I imagine that to be the purpose of a national welfare system. People require essential provisions to survive. As long as folks are working in a direction that will remove them from the assistance dole they should get some help. I’m surprised now (but not really) that I don’t hear any chatter from all the welfare reform politricksters about how the banking system bailout is nothing more than a trillion dollar welfare system.

I couldn’t use food stamps to pay for a fancy meal at Cipriani’s or the Russian Tea Room, so why are we allowing the banking system a do-over after they spent their money on boutique financial ponzi schemes? With no oversight or regulation there was bound to be egregious theft. We ARE capitalists aren’t we? Well, actually, they are capitalists, we, meaning the folks reading this blog are the capitalized.

Truth be told I don’t know a hotdamn thing about macroeconomics, but I thought the whole point of capitalism was always big fish eats little fish.

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So now that the big fishes like AIG, Bear Stearns and Lehman Brothers have bitten off more than they can chew should we be saving them?

COMPASSIONATE CAPITALISM

I think I mentioned this term in a previous drop. I’m not recalling socialism and certainly not communism, but the idea is that the term “free market” is a misnomer that we can no longer afford to misunderstand. The market has to be monitored on some serious shit. We can’t permit entities to become so large that when they have a coronary from poor management they clot up our entire economic system.

AIG’s $13B losses in the first half of 2008 opened the floodgates for their welfare package of $85B. This is a relatively small amount considering there are corporations that have even greater global holdings that have yet to submit their ledgers from this fiscal year. Can you imagine what the amount might be to prop up a mega multi-national monolith like General Electric?

Sheeeeeeeit, cancel Christmas for the next 10 generations.

I still don’t understand how we can prevent the banking industrial complex from creating that next new vehicle to defraud poor folks from their money. How retarded on some diabolical genius shit is the concept of money anyhoo? I guess its time to get that chip put into my forehead. I don’t even give a fuck anymore. Just as long as I can get myself a package of pre-sweetened Kool-Aid and a couple of cans of sardines.

Surviving A Fiery Plane Crash >>> Being Shot Nine Times…

September 22nd, 2008

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Being shot nine times and surviving that shit is pretty fucking hardbody. This is why Fisty Scent has had gangsta rap in a dopefiend headlock for the last six or seven years. Nobody out here is trying to get shot that many times to take over the crown. That was until Travis Barker and DJ AM escaped a fiery plane crash this weekend.

These two dudes have officially knocked Fisty Scent from the ranks as the most hardbody Hip-Hop dude in history. How the fuck do you top this shit?!? I suppose if you jumped from the space shuttle and were able to re-enter the Earth’s atmosphere without burning up and you were able to land back on Earth without splattering yourself into liquid you might beat these guys, but who is gonna do that?

Maybe if you went swimming in Australia’s Barrier Reef and you raped a white shark you could almost be as hardbody as these dudes but I’m not convinced, especially if that white shark was a female because we all know that sometimes females like it rough with borderline consent.

Maybe if you were in the everglades and you beat the shit out of an aligator, ate it and then used its skin to make a pair of Air Jordans you might get my consideration for ramping up your hardbody status, but I prA’li wouldn’t place you over TRVSDJAM because these motherfuckers burnt their whole asses for the title.

None of that Hollywood shit where niggas get caught with possessing .40 caliber pistols with no bullets in them. None of that fake rap shit where niggas shoot themselves with they own biscuit. Nahh mayne, these niggas went there and they survived that shit that has killed some of the realest motherfuckers of all time. Sam Cooke, John Denver, Aaliyah. Plane crashes are the real deal Holyfield my niggas and my nicorettes. Nobody limps away from them shits.

Unless your ass is hard fuckin’ body.

It cost the U.S. government six million dollars to get Steve Austin’s ass right after his plane crash. Respect Travis Barker and DJ AM’s gangster because they ain’t looking for no government bailout to get back on their feet. That my friends is the meaning of hard fuckin’ body.

Now get off your ass and go copp their CD or some merchandise shit.

DP Stans Out…

September 22nd, 2008

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Thanks to El Gringo Colombiano I’m stanning out right now to Phonte from Little Brother.

rza [ll] to the gods playing Pole Posistion.