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DON’T H8: THE INTERNETS…

Sunday, November 25th, 2007

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Black Tail… Pipe?!?

H8TORADE is fucking up shit over at his page.

Extra [ll] as always.

We Almost Lost Detroit…

Monday, November 19th, 2007

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My homey, The Big Homie, over at My Hangover went in with the latest published crime statistics for big cities. Detroit, Michigan is the best of the worst, back on top where they belong.

I have never been to another city quite like the ‘D’. The rate of homelessness for African American males is totally absurd. This hyper-realized poverty is what drives the crime rate up. Detroit is so poor that I witnessed a shuttered and derelict Foot Locker store. When Black folks are too broke to buy sneakers then you know that shit is fucked the fuck up over there. Shout to GIL SCOT-HERON on this track…


‘We Almost Lost Detroit’

Here’s the list of the top twenty five U.S. cities if your goal is to live on the bottom…

1. Detroit, Michigan
2. St. Louis, Missouri
3. Flint, Michigan
4. Oakland, California
5. Camden, New Jersey
6. Birmingham, Alabama
7. North Charleston, South Carolina
8. Memphis, Tennessee
9. Richmond, California
10. Cleveland, Ohio
11. Orlando, Florida
12. Baltimore, Maryland
13. Little Rock, Arkansas
14. Compton, California
15. Youngstown, Ohio
16. Cincinnati, Ohio
17. Gary, Indiana
18. Kansas City, Missouri
19. Dayton, Ohio
20. Newark, New Jersey
21. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
22. Atlanta, Georgia
23. Jackson, Mississippi
24. Buffalo, New York
25. Kansas City, Kansas

A few notes come to mind as I review the list…

  • Ohio as a state should just kill itself
  • Philly is so fucked the fuck up that they even made Camden shitty
  • No matter which Kansas City you live in, you stay losing
  • T.I. singlehandedly helped Atlanta get their weight up with his arsenal collection
  • The south stays winning, er, losing
  • SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

    Monday, November 5th, 2007

    satch

    NIKE stays in my wallet when it comes to copping shit from their Negro Leagues ‘Untold Truth’ series. They are maintaining a high level of premium leathers along with their most popular retro designs. You already know I have the JOSH GIBSON Dunks, and now I have the SATCHEL PAIGE Air Max 90’s. Once they create some JACKIE ROBINSON Air Trainer III’s the game will be over. I’m glad that NIKE showed SATCHEL PAIGE some love.

    SATCHEL PAIGE is one of baseball’s most legendary players. He might be the game’s greatest pitcher of all time. SATCHEL PAIGE was able to throw two separate ballgames in a single afternoon. PAIGE wasn’t admitted into the Major Leagues until he was forty eight years old. He played professionally until his late fifties. SATCHEL was famous for his amazing array of pitches and his unmistakable quotations.

    “I use my single windup, my double windup, my triple windup, my hesitation windup, my no windup. I also use my step-n-pitch-it, my submariner, my sidearmer, and my bat dodger. Man’s got to do what he’s got to do.” – (c) Satchel Paige

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    Premium butter soft indigo and wheat leather with detailed stitching of the player’s name on the tongue. Just the kind of flavor and quality that SATCH would have preferred.

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    T.K.C. Goes In On Rapping Athletes…

    Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

    mj marz

    Editor’s note: Tony’s Kansas City is one of the the internets most consistent websites for news and views from the fly-over states (read: Middle America). This has made TONY a sort of cultural bellwether for spotting trends and details that emerge from the heartland of the American culturescape. TONY has taken a minute from exposing the hypocrisy of Midwestern politicos and their greedy real estate owning cohorts to address an issue that is all too relevant with the opening of the NFL season and the NBA tipoff not far behind.

    Hip-hop will ruin your career as a pro-athlete

    Because the world, pop culture and democracy have become nothing more than exercises in cross-marketing and branding it’s still important to remember that the influence of hip-hop extends to even the most mundane aspects of our lives and our television viewing habits.

    Sadly, hip-hop’s commercial appeal and its intersection with world of professional sports usually ends up in some kind of train wreck.

    It wasn’t always this way. Most of us remember the iconic imagery used by Spike Lee in the early days of marketing the Air Jordans which perfectly fused the urban culture of hip-hop with the overt capitalism of hocking crappy shoes via Lee’s Mars Blackmon coupled with Jordan’s incredible talent. It worked so well that it would eventually inspire so many high school kids to shoot their fellow students in order to possess these cultural status symbols. Still, the shoes, the ensuing controversy and those classic black and white commercials served to keep many Asian toddlers employed and earning enough money so that their families never had to worry about where the next bowl of rice would come from… God Bless you capitalism. Anyhoo, that’s about as good as it got for the merger between hip-hop and pro-sports.

    Since then it’s been one embarrassment after another when it comes to pro-athletes and hip-hop.

    Admittedly, Shaquille O’Neal had a competent debut album and even a hit single latching onto the flash in the pan fame of the Fu-Schnickens with “What’s up Doc?” Yet, 1993 was not only my senior year in high school but also one of the absolute worst years for hip-hop as the radio pushed turd sandwiches like Digable Planets and I should have been ashamed of myself for listening to crap like N2Deep‘s “Back to the hotel.” I apologize. Anyway, the point here is that Shaq’s foray into the world of rap music was only slightly less embarrassing than the film Kazaam.

    Similarly, Allen Iverson’s rap music career was cut short when his CD release in the earlier part of this decade was deemed “coarse, offensive and antisocial” (all prerequisites for a great rap CD) by NBA commissioner David Stern.

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    And with all of this history you’d think that pro-athletes would stop trying to pursue a career in the hip-hop game which is neither as lucrative nor as likely to lead to a long-term relationship with a blonde groupie as pro-sports.

    Sadly, trends have a way of turning up late in the Midwest which might explain Kansas City Chiefs running back Larry Johnson’s recent rap controversy and the dis track that may or may not have come from his lips. No homo?

    Now LJ vehemently denies the voice on the track is his even though it sounds exactly like him. And the flash in the pan rap group says it was just a stunt for publicity even though they’ve also given radio interviews saying that it was, in fact, Johnson.

    The song, rapped in a voice similar to Johnson’s and peppered with references to the f- and n-words, blasts Chiefs president and general manager Carl Peterson — suggesting it was made during Johnson’s holdout before he signed a five-year contract extension worth a guaranteed $19 million and nearly $28 million in the first three years.

    The lyrics include: “Carl Peterson, the GM’s running it. They see me, they want to treat me like I’m running it. I wouldn’t give a (expletive) if I’m not coming back. I’d rather play for another team because I’d rather be a running back.”

    Yep, the little known rap group went back and forth with their story but in light of the fact that the Chiefs are owned by the Hunt Family who some crackpot conspiracy theorists (like myself) cite as key players in the Kennedy Assassination – It’s no great leap to see how some coercion might have been applied in much the same way that Larry Johnson has never been convicted of domestic violence but he has a solid reputation around KC for putting his shoe on any broad who gives him a hard time.

    Still, the important part of the equation here is that even the vague association with any credible form of hip-hop will immediately tarnish the reputation of a pro-athlete. A competitor is allowed to nearly decapitate another human being on the field of sport BUT uttering a rhyme with curse words, the n-word or any decent idea seems to be expressly verboten. And it’s not like I’m standing up for that d-bag and part-time male model for Rocawear Larry Johnson HOWEVER it just strikes me as odd that so many pro-athletes are inspired by hip-hop and the marketing of professional sports is definitely influenced by the music but any specific involvement with the musical genre seems to bring about disaster in so many instances.

    Therefore, let Larry Johnson’s dis track serve as an example to any athlete about to get into the rap game. DON’T DO IT! Despite rampant commercialism and the apolitical freak show acts of the vast majority of rappers from The South; at its heart hip-hop is STILL an art form intended to provoke, incite and educate its audience. Meanwhile, pro-sports are simply the modern day equivalent of the brutal Roman games now taking place in this historical epoch and intended only to obfuscate greater social concerns with illusions of fair play, bravery and courage while the empire (unfortunately) moves closer to collapse.

    d-bag larry

    Race! What Is It Good For? Absolutely Nothing!

    Thursday, March 22nd, 2007

    niggas

    Can someone please explain this race shit to me, as opposed to ethnicity, religion or nationality? It’s such a bogus social construct, but we all have everything we know invested in it.

    I feel bad for my mom who recently became a homeowner in the Atlanta suburb of Marietta. Georgia seemed odd to me some ten years since my last visit. It seemed as if it were expunged of it’s history and it’s heritage. Not that history and heritage are always pleasant recollections either, but there was always something valorous to me about the old crusty southerner that thought the civil war was still being fought. I prefer him to the DAVID DUKE acolytes that publish the New York Times.

    Georgia you need to stand the fuck up. Y’all niggas was all beside yourself when that hooker broad accused them Duke boys of raping her junkie azz, but I don’t hear shit from y’all when all of your state lawmakers vote to refuse a public apology for slavery and then pass a bill to create a Confederate Heritage Month. Something tells me that you niggas in Georgia are too busy snapping your fingers and leanin’ wit’ it, and rockin’ wit’ it.

    Don’t look for no answers from the popular artistic community either. Them niggers is wearing white gloves and soft-shoeing in Chevrolet commercials. The nerve of fools to be from Atlanta and call themselves the ‘King of the South’. Good thing KING is dead already because his azz would be committing suicide if he saw all the trouble and police dogs and fireman hoses that he endured for this bullshit.

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    The worst story that came to me today was the one about the couple from New York who went to a fertilization clinic to give the woman some legit sperm, but they ended up giving her some nigger dick. You see, it turns out that her husband’s dick was broken and he couldn’t put any sperm in her egg crate. They knew that she was given nigger dick when the baby came out the pocket with dark skin. The doctor that supervised the nigger dick injection told the lady that since her own background was Caribbean there was a chance that a strain of nigger dick DNA ran through her bloodline.

    What was that for? The last people that you need to call Black are the ones that think they are passing. Here you have a housewife totally acclimated and comfortable in the white world of privilege and now you go and tell her that she is actually a nigger that’s only passing?!? Shame on you doctor for telling the truth from the soundproof booth. Yes she’s a nigger, and yes her babies are also part nigger, but why does she have to be reminded of this everyday when she let’s this obviously nigger baby live under her roof?

    My advice to the nigger-in-denial housewife is to give your nigger baby to MADONNA or ANGELINA JOLIE. Them ho’s love that shit.