Feeding Us Bread And Circuses…

March 13th, 2007

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This is the part of our show where we take a look at the daily news on the internets. I just paid my cable bill so I am going to make a note to watch some television this week. My expenses to CableVision amount to $150 a month for essentially my broadband connection since I rarely turn on the boob tube and I never pick up my home phone. Fucking CableVision is subsidizing the lackluster Knicks with my paycheck. Bitches.

Who amongst us gives a fuck that White Castle has removed the nutritional information from their stores in NYC? Who the fuck reads the nutritional info in White Castles?!? I could eat a fucking salad from McDonald’s for a month straight and my ass would still gain weight. The blue cheese salad dressing alone has enough calories to fuel a racehorse. Don’t fuck around and put that chicken on your shit and then sprinkle that bacon… Bitch please, the reason I eat at McDonald’s is so that my azz can be dead at forty. I am going to the other side with B.I.G. and ‘Pac. The buffet in hell has all you can eat Maine lobster tails.

Joint Chiefs of Staff General PETER PACE does not care about gays in the military. Actually, he does care enough to call fag soldiers immoral and relate them to adulterers. Sounds like the General is one of those dudes that dreams about his Jesus as a gat-busting redeemer who sends Philistines to hell with the business end of a shotgun. The army has problems with recruiting people no? So if a whole bunch of fearless fags sign up and get blown to bits that means theres less fags right? Shouldn’t the General like that outcome, or is he secretly a fan of all of those makeover reality shows? Two men loving each other is immoral, but killing people wholesale with shells of depleted uranium and white phosphorus… Not so much.

Apparently that gay shit has been what’s up in the military since the Greeks got into it hardbody. The new movie ‘300’ is breaking all sorts of box office records and the critics are flying around like monkeys with a hand full of poop. Iranians, who’s cultural radar stays the on pissed off setting, are upset because of the fictional depictions of Persians. Do any of you remember back in the early 80’s when it was bad to be from Iran or Iraq so all these folks called themselves ‘Persians’? I had a Geometry tutor in juniour high school and she was so beautiful. I dreamed of marrying her because her name was DALIA. She told me she was from Persia. I thought that shit was in Portugal. We lost contact after my school semester ended. That bitch was fine for an arab ho, but I digress…

If you go see the movie ‘300’ and you really ingest the allegory being told then what you will understand is that eventually the invading, occupying force that was led by a king who claimed that he was connected to GOD was defeated by the a smaller army of soldiers with less technological weapons. They used their own bravery and their knowledge of the land on which they were fighting to finally prevail against the invaders. That’s the core lesson inside of ‘300’ and if anyone tells you anything else then they can’t see the forest for the trees. What an idiot might see as a story about Greece and Persia is really the story about how honor triumphs over greed. How the stupidity and lusty ambitions of a leader who isn’t a warrior will eventually lead to his empire’s downfall. Free your mind party people.

How ironic is it that we can look at RICHARD NIXON now and say that he was a more honest and trustworthy president than we have had since? The BUSH Administration runs over our civil liberties like an uncontrollable elephant. A Vice-President that divulged secrets like intelligence operatives would never have been allowed in America’s golden era. Loose lips sink ships was more than propaganda then. It was a way of life that spoke of honor and fidelity to one’s country. When a country’s foreign policy is dictated to them from the boardroom of a multi-global conglomerate like Halliburton you should all know that honor and justice are only ideals now. If you want to see them being worn you’ll have to put them on a t-shirt.

It’s just bread and circuses for us now party people…

ringmaster

NIGHT OF THE LIVING BASSHEADS…

March 13th, 2007

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CHOCOLATE SNOWFLAKE taketh and she giveth away. What she gaveth to me were a pair of tickets to see Public Enemy at B.B.King’s over the weekend. She knows I’m an old school fool and she accompanied me to the E.P.M.D. reunion a few months back. And she knows there is two groups that I go batshit for – Wu-Tang and Public Enemy. Listening to them brings out the ancient backpacker inside of me that believed Hip-Hop was a force for change. Turns out that the only change that Hip-Hop was good for was putting change in the pockets of the old white men and the Tall Israelis.

Twenty years ago, If you had told me that we would be in a worse place collectively as a nation I wouldn’t have believed you. Does the residue of crack cocaine in our lungs make us impotent politically and socially? I’ve never seen so many leaders and artists and thinkers all so easily corruptible. I have given up on waiting for someone to speak to me and tell me how GOD wants me to live justly. I just let GOD tell me. GOD told me to have a good time at the concert.

Public Enemy still brings that heat boys and girls. They are still as inspiring to me as they were twenty years ago. The bass still hits you in the chest like a bump of that raw Peruvian. The horns still blare out thunder like a war siren. CHUCK D is still a prophet of rage, instead of using the microphone for profit. CHUCK D is not here selling you silly rags of clothing to put on your back. You will never, ever see CHUCK D’s name on the list for rap music’s top lyricists but no one can fuck with the english language the way he does it. No other rapper has that amount of knowledge of self and the infrastructure of supremacy. P.E. hasn’t lost a step and that’s a good thing since our world is filled with even more villains and cowards than it was twenty years ago.

I’m not going to review the show song by song by lyric. It was tremendous. X-Clan opened or P.E. and they were better than I remember. P.E. also has a band backing them up and these dudes are gritty. If they are performing in your neck of the woods go see them. This is the most hardbody Hip-Hop group on the planet. Instead of feeling like you don’t own enough jewelry or that your car isn’t the freshest, Public Enemy leave you feeling empowered that you can change this corrupt society with your participation. Right after the show was over I wanted to go and start a non-profit organization today or open up my own charter school. Knowledge is powerful like that. I implore you good folks to go get some.

Peace.

My homey from Angry Citizen took some great pics from the show like the one that heads this post. Click the link here and see for yourself.

Make Up To Break Up…

March 12th, 2007

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CHOCOLATE SNOWFLAKE and I were going through a little turbulence the last few weeks because shit gets like that sometimes. My sneaker collection annoys her so I don’t speak on it with her, but then when I talk about it with other people (y’all) it becomes a problem and now I’m not communicating.

WTF?!? is Not Communicating? I fucking spend as much time as possible writing. When I’m not writing I’m talking and that includes everywhere. I talk in my sleep, I talk in the shower and I have conversations when I’m shitting (which annoys me because I enjoy the ‘me’ time shitting is supposed to provide). I’ve given up trying to understand women. As long as I have some money to spend on her I suppose she will be satisfied because when it comes to communicating I’m all talked out. Here’s the type of shit that you have to get into if you want to keep your smart girlfriend…

C.S. invited me to this funky sushi spot just east of Gramercy Park called East. The attraction is this conveyor belt that winds through the restaurant with color coded plates of sushi and shellfish. The spot is actually inexpensive, but C.S. and I managed to create a hefty bill from the special shit we ordered. Fresh oysters, and tasty eel pieces as well as several glasses of plum wine. We left there full and twisted and went to this dive in lower Manhattan’s TriBeCa to attend the Hip-Hop karaoke party.

I thought that Hip-Hop karaoke would be more enjoyable, but it wasn’t. The highlight of the night for me was the surprise appearance of O.C. during the B.I.G. tribute. After O.C. left the stage C.S. and I left the club.

On Saturday night my folks met C.S.’s parents for the first time. We’ve dated for 2.5 years and I’ve already met her folks and she’s already met mine, but this was the first family summit. C.S.’s peeps are the classic, traditional, Huxtable type, grade A material family. My side is more wild for the night, do what you like stylee. We all convened at a restaurant on City Island called Sammy’s. This is where the fancy negroes go to eat shellfish. Fuck a Red Lobster. Back in the days City Island was where all the two-bit, five and dime hustlers went to trick off paper. Seafood restaurants line the the island’s single main street like a gauntlet. Despite the proliferation of casual dining experiences in the city, City Island retains it’s caché because if you don’t have a whip you can’t easily get there. I balled out by picking up the check for table.

These two nights were made possible by the timely paperwork issued to BILLY SUNDAY from the evil empire of Hip-Hop known as XXL magazine. If not for that digit, C.S. and I would have been eating that new double Filet-O-Fish from McDonald’s.

I gotta stay on my grizzly to see where I can score some more cheddar to fatten my bank account.

Don’t ever think that size doesn’t matter to women.

ELEKTRA IS DEAD…

March 12th, 2007

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Here’s a quick little drop for the nerdcore contingent over here at DP Dot Com…

FRANK MILLER gives a great interview filled with his insight on creating stories and characters.

COMBAT JACK will argue that the Elektra saga in Daredevil was greater than the Phoenix storyline. He’d be wrong, although Elektra’s death at the hands of Bullseye was the most hardbody shit I ever saw in a comic book. Word to H.R. GEIGER.

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SEPARATED AT BIRTH: SKELETOR JONES

March 11th, 2007

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Tell me I’m lying…