Archive for January, 2009


Wednesday, January 28th, 2009


If you didn’t read this story on the internets then you were spared the overwhelming sense of depression I am giving you now.

The man pictured ERVIN LUPOE was fired from his job so he decided to come to his home and terminate his entire family.

With no job and 5 kids, ‘better to end our lives,’ man wrote

There are no words I can think of to describe this man’s depravity or his cowardice. The children were beautiful. His wife was beautiful.

I am so sad for her that she bore this cowardly tyrant these wonderful children.





There will be a special place in hell for this man.

If he thought the suburban hell of home foreclosure was too much to bear I can’t wait until I get the chance to stick a pitchfork up his ass.

Shit looks sweet in the suburbs but I don’t get fooled by them fancy houses.

The devil lives in there.



Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

dead woman

FaceBook. Is. Dead.

Koch Records, Kill Yo’ Self!

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009


I wondered aloud @ XXL if Koch Records was really the Def Jam Records that I remembered from my youth when the homey DJ DaddyMack hit me up on the Twitter that Koch Records had gone and killed they self.

Actually, they have dissolved themselves into their parent corporation. This can’t be good news. There was supposed to be a gang of records dropping under Koch including the homey Joell Ortiz’ latest joint. I think they were holding something from Slim Thug, Alchemist, Havoc and a D-Block project as well.

This fucked the fuck up economy is taking niggas out while they sleep like an Israeli helicopter gunship. It’s a good thing for Jim Jones that he stays wearing that 1929 soupline hobo swagger hairline. He might be the only cat that can weather this economic storm.


Sarah’s Not So Sexy Sequel…

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009



Is that what people are really looking for? Another two hours of high couture banality with your well-preserved crew of aging tarts. I’m embarrassed and saddened that you and your lady friends became the ‘Golden Girls’ right in front of my eyes. Not that the ‘Golden Girls’ wasn’t an enjoyable program in that cliché way that sitcoms become, but why should the ‘Golden Girls’ have more “shuzzz” than your group?

It is the fault of your producers, writers and designers SARAH JESSICA. It was time to jettison that bunch of behind the scenes flunkies that have no more fire and transition to a team with more flavor than a pair of KIM CATTRALL’s crotchless panties. People want to see these old bitches wanting to have sex, or having sex and then talking about it afterwards, with the same ladies room wit that made the series worth a damn in the first place. Otherwise you should just let Disney produce these movies from now on. Instead of making a sequel to SATC how about you give Ferris Bueller whatever he wants?

I used to fuck with ‘Sex & The City’ so hardbody because I always wanted me a white as cool as those ho’s were. The only white I ever dated were always jungle fever fetish jobs who would not have given a rat’s ass that I loved comic books, cartoons and physics. Them bitches just wanted to go on a safari and do the jungle love (yes Morris Day). I could give you a safari if I wanted to, but I was tired of the safari shit. The jungle is limited in what animal you can portray. I love playing outerspace because it has no limits. Plus I always liked being an asstronutt.

What is ironic and beautiful is that my lady was raised in the center of the jungle on Halsey between Bedford and N.A. and all she likes to do is play outerspace games. My white girl is actually a Black girl with every track from Depeche Mode’s ‘Music For The Masses’ committed to memory. MFTM is so classic and so important since it was released on my birthday. Yeah, it was always all about me after all. ‘Sex & The City’ doesn’t deserve a sequel because it has no soul.

Its become masturbation as a routine. Just ask Ferris Bueller. Bueller? Bueller?

Mothers I’d Like To F…

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009


Chocolate Snowflake e-mailed me a set of pictures that Madonna shot for whatever wacky shit she is promoting this time around. After 25 years of these silly promotions I too wondered when Madonna was going to hang up the garters so that a younger chick could get her sensationalist on.

Madonna still has a few tricks up her sleeves however. She is a fierce competitor and if you want her crown you are going to have to fight her for it.


I thought that she made a good decision to keep on the boxing gloves and wrap her hands with taping. If you ever see Madonna’s hands, especially the knuckles, you would shudder. They looked like gnarled pterodactyl claws and babies get scared and cry when they see them.

I’m not mad at Madonna wearing all of this lingerie mixed with boxing equipment and even a four-finger ring. If she wants to get her “box” beat up better than a boxing match it is time for her to bring her old ass to the ‘hood.

Madonna is a helluva entry to put on your resume.