Unfortunately, because of the day jobs I’ve had to talk far more about sideline hoes than I’d like to. Even sadder is my observation that more and more people have become more accepting of their positions as backup ass. And then I stumble along this video clip, which makes me want to reach out and spray myself with a can of Lysol.
I don’t have a problem with black conservatives in theory. That is, those who fall in line with the pull yourself by your own bootstraps philosophy that conservative ideology is largely based on. I disagree with it as it relates to the role government should have in most instances, but I get it.
Yet for the life of me I’ll never understand these silly colored conservatives who spew out as much of the nonsensical bullshit as their common sense deficient white counterparts do. Most specifically, the asinine accusations and dimwitted theories related to President Obama. I would like to give them more credit than that, but again and again I’m shown instances that tell me that I shouldn’t bother.
By no means do I think the name Barack means, “Slim, Trim, He Is Who Without Sin,” but really, did this jackass just suggest that Barack Obama has something to do with the increased incidents of domestic violence?
He can’t really think something that stupid, can he? I imagine he’s simply saying this for the sake of of garnering himself attention. As pathetic as that may be it at least alleviates my fear that someone slipped wite out into his mama’s breast milk as a child.
Or maybe he is really that simple?
If you don’t remember James T. Harris, he’s the guy who stood up at a McCain rally and said, “I am begging you, sir. Take it to him.” Him would be a then Senator Obama.
I think the left side of my brain tried to commit suicide after seeing that video played over and over again throughout that day’s news cycle. Stupid is as stupid does indeed.
Speaking of stupid, the other day I was greeted by a conservative writer who purposely misinterpreted the recent gallery I wrote for The Root. He tried to say that I placed black conservatives on the same level as dictators. Nevermind that the gallery specifically noted that it spanned pop culture and politics and that those on the list only had one shared characteristic: they’re perceived to be embarrassing.
Truth be told, it wasn’t my idea to include the dictators as much of the post was done in jest, but really, their inclusion didn’t really negate that the gallery was obviously intended to be tongue-in-cheek. And to be blunt, if you see Dennis Rodman, O.J. Simpson, Clarence Thomas, and a dictator, do you really think they’re all equally as offensive?
It would make too much sense to just go with something plainly spelled out to you as is. No, you have to go one step further and remix it so it can point to your invented truth and give you something to bitch about.
This was a white conservative writer, mind you. Apparently he was picking a “fight” all in the name of defending Clarence Thomas. Of course, Alan Keyes was also on the list but he sure did leave him out of the “argument.” I’m sure Alan wouldn’t mind, though. He’s an obedient pet for the GOP.
I suppose the same can be said of James T. Harris.
I guess if you can’t beat ‘em you pretend he’s helping others get beat. Funny how the party of personal responsibility never wants to accept responsibility for its actions. One thing that isn’t funny is how ass backwards so many of the talking heads are.
I’m not shocked that this stray from the last presidential election would mouth of this nonsense, but I still find it no less pathetic.
Do people have no shame?
No need to answer, I know. I want advocate violence in a post themed around heinous accusations of helping facilitate it, but I’ll just say I wouldn’t be mad if his tongue ran away from home the day of his next booked appearance on Fox News.
I believe I miscommunicated my intentions with a previous post. When I asked that you send me new music, I should have prefaced it by noting that I only want ya’ll to send me good music. Something just can’t be ign’t; it has to be jiggable and ign’t. It’s the difference between someone like Lil’ Boosie and this fool, Ken Dahl:
Now I hope the person who emailed me this didn’t think I’d actually enjoy this. Walk the plank? Who in the hell do you think I am? Captain Hook? Not only can I not get jiggy to this shit, I’m tempted to Google Ken Dahl to see if he was born in America. If not, well, don’t be surprised if you see a follow-up post about his deportation.
The first wrong thing about this video is that it starts off with a child and the words, “BITCH, BITCH, BITCH!”
That’s not OK. There had better be a tutor on set or at the very least, a copy of Hooked on Phonics.
Even worse is this goes on with a Pacman like graphic. Uh, Pacman is a legend and Ms. Pacman is video game world’s greatest bust it baby. To quote my NO homie, “Don’t do me that.”
There’s also the issue of his sunglasses, whom he obviously stole from a teenage girl. Or a queen who tries too hard. Whatever the case is, give those glasses back to that girl, sir.
Ugh, and then there’s this jig. What is he doing? There’s a choreographer listed on the YouTube page of this. I’d love for that person to answer. I mean, I was named after Michael Jackson but I can’t pop lock him so by no means am I waiting in the wings to be jumped by Omarion on MTV. Still, I can break these heauxs off if you give me a couple of drinks. That has to count for something, no?
That said, that side to side move combined with a Muhammad Ali impersonation won’t bring anything but a brawl inside of a club. Consider yourselves warned.
The one positive thing I have to say about this song is I enjoy the line: ”No one got no where without taking the risk, without doing something different, without pushing the envelop.”
It’s unfortunate that it doesn’t apply to this song, though. This is very much in line with the school of thought that dictates that you can come up with any random beat and throw in a catch phrase and two step and – bam – fools will dance to in the club with no shame.
I count myself among said fools, however, you can’t just throw me any ole’ thing and expect me to throw my hood to it. Granted, this nonsense may be stuck in my head but the same can be said of the stomach virus I had at the beginning of the year.
Jig fail folks. Send me something else.
P.S. I see that this Ken person is on Twitter. I imagine he’ll be cursing me out by sunset. Follow me at @youngsinick if you don’t already.
I haven’t been much in the way of practicing Catholicism for quite a while now. What’s quite a while? Uh, I didn’t know Ash Wednesday was this week until about 36 hours ago. Please don’t tell Mama Sinick. A lecture is sure to follow and it would hop, skip, and jig around the theme of, ‘I don’t want you to go to hell.’
Anyhow, while I’m not going to even pretend that I plan on giving up anything for Lent this year I will encourage Christians, and well, everyone with a belief in something or nothing to give up bullshit like this for Lent and hopefully the rest of their lives.
Kanye West did this years ago. Jay-Z already refers to himself as Hov. 2 Pac was paraded around as Messianic well over a decade ago and now lil’ sperm dropper is joining in on the action.
If there was ever a dick-measuring contest of great proportions it’s comparing yourself to a deity-like figure in your art.
Explain to me why Lil’ Wayne is comparable to Christ? Jesus would’ve paid attention in his D.A.R.E. classes, probably wouldn’t have gave New New the business, and I’m highly doubtful he would’ve been into the idea of face tats.
Most people do this for shock value but given so many either ego-strong individuals have already done this, isn’t his cover more of an example of parading around a stale concept?
Is there no other way to get people to take notice than putting yourself on a cross like the fake ass martyr that you are? If Wayne is not responsible for this cover art, my mistake. But to whoever that conceptualized, designed, and approved of this, Jesus be a strong karate chop to the throat. And new ideas.
This short and sweet rant has been brought to you by sometime heathens with clues and fears of lightning bolts.
Only a week or so ago was I trying to explain to a friend why I wasn’t all that fond of John Mayer. Musically, he’s a good guitarist and a so-so vocalist. In short: He sings like he’s gargling. Mayer’s artistry aside, he always comes across as a jackass in interviews. The sort of guy who likes to be incendiary because he feels it makes him look “cool.” That’s always a telling sign of someone who didn’t grow up with many friends or attention. Once folks like Mayer get it they do and say whatever to keep it. It’s often hard to separate John Mayer the artist from John Mayer the verbal toilet because the later is so hell bent on drawing attention.
That brings me to his now already infamous Playboy interview, where Mayer gives me another reason to contemplate embracing the term “douche bag.”
Certain sects of the Christian population have become so desperate that they’re willing to sell out their core values for the sake of boosting their numbers.
It’s evident by a slew of new churches selling the message “Jesus wasn’t no punk bitch” as a means of getting more men to join their congregations.
The New York Times recently published a report on the Jesus meets Fight Club marketing plan:
Recruitment efforts at the churches, which are predominantly white, involve fight night television viewing parties and lecture series that use ultimate fighting to explain how Christ fought for what he believed in. Other ministers go further, hosting or participating in live events.
The goal, these pastors say, is to inject some machismo into their ministries — and into the image of Jesus — in the hope of making Christianity more appealing. “Compassion and love — we agree with all that stuff, too,” said Brandon Beals, 37, the lead pastor at Canyon Creek Church outside of Seattle. “But what led me to find Christ was that Jesus was a fighter.”
Old Testament and certain instances of Jesus cracking the whip out against those that disrespected his pops aside, isn’t the focal point of Jesus’ message about compassion, love, and charity? Are those not the themes he fought for in the most non-violent of ways?
I guess not:
If you were accused of breaking both arms of your one-year-old daughter along with one of her legs, three of her ribs and her collarbone would what you do? If you’re stumped don’t fret, I have a few suggestions:
1. Kill yourself.
2. Kill yourself slowly and painfully.
3. Wait for the gas chamber to do the deed.
Whatever option you choose be certain it results in you no longer gracing the Earth as a walking, talking example of human trash.
That is, if you’re guilty. Should you be found completely innocent I suggest you reevaluate the relationships you forge with people and look into some serious couples counseling.
But if you’re actually evil and twisted enough to brutally beat a defenseless baby, please run into a speeding Hummer barefoot on a hot summer’s day.
At the very least, don’t do some stupid shit like the following:
Now I’ve driven by Johnnie Cochran’s law building a few times so I think that qualifies me to offer a smidgen of legal advice.
I don’t know Kesan Moore. I never watched From Gs To Gents so I can’t say anything about his character or the one reality producers helped him play on TV. All I know is that he’s been accused of beating his own child. That in of itself suggests something’s not right with him. He’s either cruel or careless — two qualities that should result in automatic spaying.
Whatever lead to his daughter’s injuries will be up to the po-po, judge, and potential jury to decide, but here’s one thing that I hope can be agreed upon now: It’s stupid as hell to create a video based on serious legal allegations involving your child.
Or so I thought.
Making matters worse is that judging from the commentators of this video he’ll be further convinced he should do more stunts like this.
I saw some fool say we don’t know what happened, let God judge them. Bitch shut up before a thunderbolt cracks your damn skull in the next storm.
As far as Kesan and this track: Uh, the media doesn’t care about you. I bet every news anchor that read your name in reference to this story hadn’t a clue as to who you were before they saw their script.You’re not even on Tila Tequila’s level. Why would there be a media conspiracy against you?
The only people gunning for you are the police and if you’re proven guilty then I’ll be tempted to send those dudes some donuts after conviction.
Is he really filming him turning himself in to the police while giving a radio interview? Like he literally took the time to plan a music video out in response to allegations he almost killed his own child. This is the type of subject matter that requires wardrobe? Is this real life, ya’ll?
What would possess a person to see this as an opportunity to spit hot fire? Fool, call your lawyer, not a producer.
If he turns out to be innocent, fine. But no parent ought to be using this as a means of generating buzz for their would be rap career.
Please oh please let a microwave heat up and destroy his sperm like a Hot Pocket.
Why are people being so mean to Jesus lately? Whether or not you claim him to be your savior is one thing, but c’mon nah, show some respect. It’s not like he used to record duets with Ja Rule. This is a nice person. Someone who spoke of love, tolerance, and charity. Why the exploitation? Better yet why the exploitation in the seediest of ways?
That exercise video is one thing. At the very least one could argue, “Hey, they’re trying to get you fit for God.” You wouldn’t want to meet the creator with sausage sandwich and shame on your breath, now would you? See…I can find the silver lining.
Not with everything, though, and this video would be an example of such. One of these two must refer to Lucifer as his favorite uncle. That’s the only way I can rationalize this nonsense.
“Jesus Christ Bail Bonds?”
Really? Is that how we’re bastardizing Christianity these days? Your grandma would likely refer to me as a “polite heathen” while whispering, but I bet she wouldn’t flat out call me the Devil as I would never pull some mess like this. I was raised better.
I wish I could pass this off as satire, but such scenario is inconceivable because I think these fools are dead serious. “GEE-SUS BALE BONS.” What’s next? Allah’s All You Can Eat Hot Links? (If you’re wondering, yes, I wish I had some turkey sausage around.)
Nah, that’s not going to happen. A Nigerian terrorist with homies in Yemen probably spooked that idea out of people. I’m surprised Christians haven’t started to place the fear in the hearts of these two clowns (like they used to do). Jesus was nice, but I thought it was implied that God will turn your body into its own personal Hiroshima if you got too far out of pocket.
I hope there’s a short yellow bus to hell service running. I’d gladly pay the fares for these two.
I don’t get heterosexual men who go out of their way to point out seemingly homosexual behavior.
Like the Pause Police. Isn’t it gay in itself to be fishing for anything that seems “gay?” Shouldn’t the pause police pause itself?
Before they lock themselves up for their own criminal acts can they send these two to whatever fictitious gay jail they’re supposed to go to?
Riddle me this: If you see something that makes you uncomfortable what do you do? Do you look away? Do you forget it ever happen? Do you say “eww” like a six-year-old and then move on?
Or do you grab your Web cam and make a video out of something that supposedly bothers you beyond belief? And if you do shoot for the latter option, how does viewing said nasty behavior in slow motion helping you cope? Why would you go out of your way to do this? You know, since it troubles your spirit so much.
After you answer those questions for me can you then explain what exactly “Masonic homosexuality” means?
My first instinct after watching this video was to drop it, drop it, drop it low and immediately pray to God for all of humanity. The second was to go outside, look for a falling star and if I’m lucky to spot one send out a wish that all of these men were sterile. After that I couldn’t think of anything but sigh.
I’m still not quite sure what the hell a Waka Flocka is, but the more I see it the more I despise it. One thing is for certain: There’s an obvious reason why so many of his searched images are of him in red. That reason makes me all the more angry, sad, and a bit hopeless. The last thing I needed to see after writing repeatedly about the recession (may The Recession Diaries rest in peace) is to view a video of a seemingly uneducated young black man championing gang activity – especially one whose since taken to rapping as a career choice.
