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The Taliban’s Plan For Afghanistan

Monday, March 15th, 2010

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^Peep the Talibeezy dude rocking the Space Jam Jordans. Dressed to kill you might say.

The Clone Wars series has been a revealing look into the occupational planning of regimes that seek to “save” sovereign governments and remove the destructive elements from within those nations. It’s impossible for the occupiers to separate the good guys from the bad since they are unfamiliar with the lands they are stationed in. Ultimately, even the people that could have benefited from the occupying forces become a resistance force because their culture becomes torn asunder from outsiders.

The escalating Afghansitan War is just like the planet Mandalore that the Galactic Republic wants to put under its thumb. Galactic forces are moving to occupy Mandalore and that threatens to end the generation of peace that the once perpetual warring star system is now living under. The Galactic Chancellor secretly wants this outcome because he wants the Mandalorians to be anti-Republic since that would also make them anti-Jedi. Life always imitates art when you aren’t paying super close attention.

The objective of the United States in Afghanistan still isn’t completely clear to me. The nebulous notion of ridding the region of Taliban forces in laughable. The Taliban is everywhere, and still no where. Afghanistan doesn’t represent a strategic staging point to the middle east in my eyes, but what do I know. I dropped out of an NYC high school. That’s like saying that I failed gym class (and I did). If you look at the Persian Gulf War, the Iraq War and the Afghanistan War the U.S. has a decade plus of fighting in the desert.

And why are my gas prices still going up?

STILETTO FIENDS UNITE!

Saturday, February 27th, 2010

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I’m mad I didn’t go to the Association’s All-Star game in Dallas. From all the previous joints I attended I can tell you that there was reckless stunting going on. The All-Star game is like Juneteenth on the regulack and this year it was in Texas so you know there was folks up in that piece wearing mink underdrawls. Str8 foolishness.

You know ThunderDome was up in that piece too.

Vince Carter is the man version of ThunderDome [ll]. Not because I think he gives Dwight Howard awesome brain, but because that fool got a massive cranium.

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While the ballers were on the court putting it down the ballers were in the stands as well. I know there were chicks walking around Cowboy Stadium stunting in these retarded Air Jordan high heels.

I can tell by the construction that a lot of big girls copp these joints. I h8 to see big girls rocking the skinny-heeled joints and the heel be all stressed and buckling. These joints look sturdy enough to handle some truck thighs.

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Not that I support buying fake sneakers, because I don’t, but these heels are just the type of shit that I could see Nike manufacturing after learning about all the customers copping them from the chinaman.

Peace to Boomer on the link

Brooklyn Gets Blitzed!

Monday, August 10th, 2009

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Blitz Ambassador was a revelation for a lot of folks at the Prospect Park bandshell this past Saturday. Along with his backing band, the Embassy Ensemble, Blitz the Ambassador reminded us why we love this Hip-Hop artform so much.

Blitz doesn’t just possess supreme mic skills, but he has the timing necessary to be one of the great emcees of all time. Get familiar with Blitz the Ambassador. He’s got next.

Blitz the Ambassador – On My Mixtape Sh*t

Draft Daze…

Friday, January 16th, 2009

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You and Spike Lee have been waiting to peep these webi-isodes from TERRENCE ELENTENY, the man behind some of my sickest projects.

‘Draft Daze’ is the documented story of Dontrevius Wenters, a delusional basketball fan who has submitted his name into the NBA draft over the better part of a decade and a half.

This would have been called ‘Love & Basketball’ but there isn’t enough love in the world for you to watch Dontrevius play basketball.


Draft Daze (Part 1) from Terrence on Vimeo.


Draft Daze (Part 2) from Terrence on Vimeo.

SLAP BOXING @ ROCK THE BELLS…

Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

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Editor’s note: 2DopeBoyz blog superstar and Sneaker Fiends Unite! west coast chairman Meka Soul recaps the Rock The Bells show from an L.A. state of mind.

Consider this a Mek Dot Twitter of sorts, as these were the things running through my mind during the course of the festival. And by the way, Fluck A Twitter!

  • I finally ran into my compatriot, the undisputed truth seeker for the first time ever. A lot taller than I originally envisioned.
  • Of course getting my press pass wouldn’t be a simple task. This is a hip-hop festival of course, so an overabundance of nignorance would be omnipresent.
  • Listening to Wale perform while still trying to get this muh’fucking press pass. Telling me my pass would be available at 11am, then not delivering until 12:15pm? Just who do these YTs think they are, black people?
  • Ran into Wale after his performance. He recognized who I am from this blog. “I’m glad you’ve never talked shit about me.” Class. Sick.
  • dead prez came on too early the way they ripped their set. And DJ Beverly Bond is ridiculously finer in person than any picture can depict.
  • Rocking raw denim skinny jeans to the desert is even wronger than that “thing” that wants to work for Diddy. Someone’s parents failed them.
  • Who is this fly, honey-colored honey with the curly Afro and the camo wifebeater? Someone’s parents won.
  • Murs brings out DJ Quik. Nice touch. Now if he performed “Dollaz And Sense” or “Sweet Black Pussy,” that would have made my day.
  • Immortal Technique is a really angry person.
  • Chino XL? Where the hell did he come from?
  • I can never listen to “Ante Up” without thinking of this now.
  • One fat girl passing out, coming right up!
  • I was just recognized again by two random-ass people. Maybe I need to change my picture. Eh, I’m too lazy.
  • I wish Rakim was louder. I could hardly hear him over the beats.
  • Ketchums will be pissed to know that Pos from De La Soul is rocking his dream sneaks.
  • Backstage now… Raekwon looks higher than giraffe throats.
  • Raekwon is [ITALICS] higher than giraffe throats.
  • Michael Rappaport? WTF?
  • There are a lot of half-dressed women here. Can’t say that I’m mad though.
  • Double-O’s eye: yikes!
  • Let’s check out the second stage… *sees Tyga and some piff pocketer rapping to a shitload of high school hipsters, immediately turns around* I’m never returning to that bum-ass stage again.
  • Redman’s performance > Method Man and Redman’s performance > Raekwon and Ghostface’s performance.
  • Another passed out fat person! I’m noticing a trend.
  • What the fuck are the Black Eyed Peas doing here?
  • *falls asleep during Black Eyed Peas’ performance*
  • Pharcyde: back like they never lost a step.
  • Black On Both Sides > everything else Mos Def has done since, including this bum-ass performance. If I want to hear someone singing fucking Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes, I’ll go to a fucking Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes show.
  • That was actually the first time I enjoyed a Nas show. Almost makes me want to write about his new album like some crumb has been emailing me to do for a while now. Almost.
  • Oh great, Mos Def is back out, this time with Q-Tip. What, he forgot to sing a Minnie Riperton tune during his set?
  • Interesting… I got quite a few emails people threatening to punch me in the face at this show over the past few months, and here I am leaving the show unscathed. I must not be trying hard enough.
  • So there you have it. Surprised the hate spewing was at a minimum? Don’t worry; my shirt did enough work for me.

    kwt