“Back in the days when I was a teenager, before I had status and before I had a pager. You could find the Abstract listening to hip-hop. My pops used to say it reminded him of bebop.”
“You say you love me, but is it really real? Would you -- fix me green tea if I’m feeling ill? Could you -- give me a back rub to soothe after a long day? Dinner by candlelight but you’re the main entrée.”
“I shot a gangster and he told. Now a nigga on the run – nigga better have his gun.”
This opening segment of #MNR is dedicated to every New Yorker who actively smoked weed outside during the stop-and-frisk era of NYC, mostly during the 2000s decade. Big ups to those of us who risked it all to light a Dutch or Owl up in the project plaza, on the block, or in the neighborhood park. Too many of us took L’s for no fucking reason, getting screwed by Bloomberg’s carryover of Adolph Giuliani’s mid-to-late 1990s fuckery. Quality of life my dick. Fuck you punk ass pigs who tackled, cuffed and jailed kids for smoking a tree outside in the comfort of summertime weather. I’m overjoyed by this current era of weed being smoked freely. It makes my heart smile. I light up in proximity to the fuzz every chance I get. Fuck ‘em. New York is New York again.
Instead of a true purge, my macabre fantasy is a 24-hour day once a year in which every internet troll who crossed the line gets exposed and can get their shit rearranged, penalty-free. I’m talmbout 100%, absolute impunity. If you bust a nigga head to the white meat, chilly cool cool. If you take it three steps past that and leave a nigga where he stood, I’ll allow it. We can attend his funeral together and coordinate spitting in his face while he’s snuggly in his casket. Way too many Twitter fingers have been out of line for years. But this type of shit predates the Musk platform I will always call Twitter. I don’t mind the good-natured trolling. That’s merely entertainment. No malice intended. I take issue with the MF spewing personal disrespect and hate toward people through the safety and anonymity of the virtual universe. I’d love to have a day when the virtual fourth wall is broken, and atonement is on the table. Keep that same energy, Tough Tony. Hoe ass niggas.
Yeah...y’all should be able to see that I’m on my bullshit tonight. This one is for day one #MNR readers. No worries. Even if you’re just a casual or a newcomer, you’re super valid. Roll that shit up, doggie. This is one of those.
Are they still killing those innocent Palestinian civilians in the name of war?
I’m still in agreement with the MAGAt collective on sending NOT SHIT more to Ukraine. They don’t fuck with my kind, and I didn’t forget. Yes, we kept the receipts. I don’t give a flying Boeing 757 fuck how many times Zelensky finds his way to Washington to give old Sleepy Joe a reach-around on national television and give his best “Puss in Boots meek eyes” speech to Congress or the United Nations. HOLD THE LINE, MARJORIE!!! You bigoted, dog-faced pilgrim. I don’t fuck with you either, bitch. The only pilgrim I fux with is the MF in that upcoming Thanksgiving slasher horror movie. If you don’t know the movie, find out the name for the both of us.
There are currently over 60K [verified] migrants in the care of NYC seeking asylum, although I’ve heard the number to be triple that amount. Y’all remember the DeSantis (FL) and Abbott (TX) bus fuckery. Those egregious acts were just a small piece of the pizza pie. There are enough asylum seekers in the city to populate an entire other city. Think about the strain that’s putting on the rotten apple. Mayor Eric “Teef” Adams has already advised several departments in the city to expect at least 10% budget cuts for 2024 because the city is going to need all types of resources to accommodate these people, and Sleepy Joe has basically done little more than wish Adams and the city good luck. I wish no ill will on those folk. Many of them have the same color skin as I. I get it. They just want the opportunity to exist and to thrive. I love, respect and appreciate that. However, there is a certain way to do this – legally. Send all of them back to where they came from and send them yesterday. I’m not the type to keep quiet for the sake of courtesy. NYC cannot afford to support them. Come correct. And yes, I’m fully aware that most, if not all do not have the financial means to do so. That’s tough titties but somebody gotta suck ‘em. C’est la vie. I don’t care who has a problem with what I’m saying. But I know for certain that I’m speaking for plenty of people. I am not a dreamer. I cannot save everyone. That’s just how it is. God bless them folk. See ya.
If you don’t fuck with Sleepy Joe because of his past senate dealings and polarizing philosophies, I respect it. It is what it is. But don’t cut that man short on his accomplishments while in office @ 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. And before you uncouth, uneducated idiots lose your shit because tRump gave you tax cuts for a couple of years, do know that those cuts will only favor the wealthy as time goes on. You’re (we’re) going to pay for those cuts and then some in the long run. AND he added $7.9T (that’s trillion) to the national debt with those tax cuts. Now, hop off his orange testicles and pay attention. Biden has given America the CHIPS and Science Act of 2022, which provides $280B in new funding to boost domestic (American) research and manufacturing of semiconductors in the US, aimed at competing with China. That will bring jobs to America immediately and in the long term. Biden also signed the Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act (IIJA) of 2021 (fuck the alternate bipartisan title because only a handful of R’s voted in its favor), providing $1.2T in spending for everything from highways to tunnels (like the 125-year-old North River [Hudson] Tunnels that could go at any moment) to transit programs to research to the electric grid. I’ve already seen a sign on I-87 touting that the repair of a particular stretch of the highway was a result of the IIJA. Biden’s Inflation Reduction Act of 2022 addressed deficit reduction, climate change, healthcare and tax reform. #46 also pushed to permanently raise the current maximum child credit from $2,000 per child to $3,600 per child under age 6 or to $3,000 per child ages 6 and up. He and a Democrat-led House and Senate passed legislation in 2021 giving qualifying parents $3,600 per child through the American Rescue Plan. Guess who crushed that legislation when Biden tried to spin the block in perpetuity. Your friendly Republican elitist bigots, homophobes and xenophobes, as soon as they gained an advantage in the House. The man tried.
Everything I just stated about Sleepy Joe is documented fact. That’s three major pieces of legislation passed within two years of office. Find the last president who can say the same. I’ve got time. I’ll wait. And let’s look at that child credit legislation. That helped a lot of families out. I know personally. It helped MOST American families. Biden wanted it to become commonplace. Yet, elitist politicians said no. Once again...that man tried.
Say what you say, but facts are irrefutable.
And after all that I’ve listed, if you’d rather vote for a man with four criminal indictments and 91 charges, go right the fuck ahead. Might I add that he’s already been proven guilty of massive tax fraud in his New York state civil case. The motherfucker stole classified documents, tried to overthrow the fucking federal government through insurrection, pressured a state to reverse election results and...oh yeah...that’s right...gave hush money to a silicone-laden porn actress for letting him get his schmeat wet in all holes. But if you feel that he’s the man to make Amerikkka great again, el mundo es suyo. Cabrón.
Brent Faiyaz’ new project Larger Than Life is my shit. I’m not going to provide a detail the first. Go cop his shit because I threw you the alley. Thank me later.
I’m out this bitch.
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“Nothing should come before your fam, from ki’s to quarters, grams.”
My apology for the blog being a day late, y’all. I was tired then a MF last night. I was so tired I didn’t even smoke a J after work. AND I only worked a half day (second half). Yeah, I know. That’s some shit. But anyway...
Amtrak cars smell like old, stale white men. And they never turn the cabin lights off. It’s hard to go to sleep under interrogation room lights. “You know you done fucked up, right?” Type shit. But damn it, I had both seats to myself for the duration of the trip and we made perfect time. Shouts out to Moynihan Train Hall and Amtrak Lounge. Shoutout to Amtrak. I’m finna take one to Hawaii next summer. Who’s coming with me? Oh, ok. Well bump y’all then. No souvenirs for none of youse.
Homecoming is a cherished Negro tradition, whether it be the church house or university hall. It’s an annual opportunity to return to home base and coalesce with loved ones. Homecoming is perhaps the most important event on the HBCU calendar after graduation. There’s the obligatory step show, parties for students AND alumni, a concert (if it’s in the budget) and the football game. The game is usually against a pushover, all but guaranteeing a win for the home team (unless they’re completely ass). I’ve had the privilege of going to a few different homecomings, and they had their own unique flavor. Howard University, the Harvard of HBCU, probably has the most well-known homecoming, immortalized by the BIG fella’s bars, “may see me in DC at Howard’s homecoming with my man Capone dumbing, fucking something.” If you didn’t attend an HBCU, there’s a good chance that you’ve never been to a homecoming. I’ll leave it at this: If you know someone who didn’t attend an HBCU but who’s been to an HBCU homecoming – ask them. Let them tell you what it’s like.
Shouts out to Coach Alvin Parker (my era) and the Virginia Union University Panthers football team. They beat the horse shit out of Lincoln University. When we left Hovey Field with about 1:57 left in the 4th Quarter, they had just scored to go up 56-0. Shout out to RB Jada Byers, the best back in Division II football. Word is he may play on Sundays in the future.
VUU Homecoming ’23 was an amazing affair. The yard was filled with alums and coeds, more of the former than the latter. The kids were extra litty. I saw bottles getting drunk and big J’s getting smoked. They woulda sent us home forever with our mamas had we smoked in the wide like that 25 years ago. Instead, we smoked in the dorms. And we smoked at cribs off the yard. But back to the point. The kids were lit like they were on Bourbon St. during Mardi Gras. Shouts out to them. I’m happy they can do their thing without having to worry about the campus fuzz getting crazy. I didn’t see a single campus police walking the yard. I only saw a few officers from the sheriff’s department here and there, but they weren’t there to harass students and alums for the trees. Having said all that, I didn’t smoke a chronic bud on the yard at homecoming. I didn’t have to. We smoked too many J’s and drank before we hit the yard. And we took edibles. I was wild loopy, mellow AF. The fraternities and sororities were out heavy. I saw a Delta (Delta Sigma Theta) or three (RIP mommy) who looked to be north of 70. Shouts out to Beta Epsilon. Shout out to Shareon. My classmate Kim’s daughter continued the legacy and crossed Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA) days ago. Big ups to Kim, her daughter, my sisters (Jon Jon, Lisa, Apryl, Daisy, Shay, Meek) and the Alpha Eta chapter. I saw 8,000,001 Ques (Omega Psi Phi), including one of my closest brothers Rock and my big bro A-Wax. Do willie. Shout out to Z-Squad. I saw legend and NBA Hall of Famer Ben Wallace. My sis Jon Jon took a pic with Charles Oakley, but I didn’t see him on the yard this time. I saw plenty of people from my era. I’m not much of a party guy at this point in my life, but I did attend a rooftop party at The Graduate hotel. Keisha from my class threw the party. It was age appropriate for me, which is the only way I can fully enjoy a function in my old age. Keisha was a sweetheart all night. I’d definitely attend another event if she’s throwing it.
The squad had an Airbnb. I chose to stay by my lonely in a telly. Y’all know I’m a semi-recluse. And, just like senior year when I interned at WRIC-TV8 (ABC) all the way down Midlothian on Arboretum (southside), my Huntley family made sure I got scooped and dropped off every damn where from the moment I got off the Amtrak 10:30 AM Thursday. Big ups to my fam, especially Rock, Louie, Keith, Jon Jon and Darrell. There are so many of us, but I spent the most time with them. I love spending time with my friends of 25+ years. They are true sisters and brothers. We’ve been through damn near all aspects of life together – even when we are apart. I can always count on my Huntley Family. Case in point: Rock lives in Philly. I had a round trip ticket on Amtrak, purchased a month ago. He insisted that he take me up the Turnpike to the crib in the black Suburban. He really is the greatest. AND I just received an email from Amtrak tonight apologizing for the delay Sunday night. That would have meant a $70 Uber trip to travel about 8 miles (7.6) from Moynihan Train Hall to the crib . God is the greatest. But back to the ride home. We didn’t listen to the radio one second up I-95. Facts. We talked all the way up. That’s my dog for life. RIP to Shareon and Moses. I’m going to end this blog here because I want to keep it positive. My family knows why I’m going to end it here. But hey. Some beef is everlasting. Sides get taken. Those of us caught in the middle suffer the most. C’est la vie. LONG LIVE MEEK. I miss you girl.
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#MNR: I RIDES AND DIES FOR MINE
“War is hell.”
William Tecumseh Sherman
“So proud to be just who I am. So proud to say that I’m me. I’M BLACK!”
Styles P. & Marsha Ambrosius
Happy 69th heavenly birthday Shareon. You are the greatest. You always will be.
Shareon D. (Warren) Smith 10.17.54-7.17.17
My beloved Eagles took their first L of the season. It was a nasty game. We gave the Jets the ball 4 times. The NFL turnover chart says it is damn near mathematically impossible to win a game finishing -4 in the turnover department. C’est la vie. We deserve that L. We played like shit. Oh well. On to the next one. Those nuclear-powered Dolphins are coming to the Linc.
“So much trouble in the world, nigga. Can’t nobody feel your pain.”
Big Syke (RIP)
The last thing I want to do is seem inconsiderate from an analytic standpoint in such a time as this. I live in the New York megalopolis, Benjamin County, New Jerusalem to be exact. I work in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan. I live amongst and work with Jewish folk. I’m certain there are plenty of Palestinians in the areas I maneuver through. Pardon me, I don’t make it a habit to ask Muslims what nation they’re from, so I can’t be completely sure. I do know that New York is the world’s melting pot, so my assumption almost certainly has validity. Ok, ok Thompson. Get to the damn point. I will. I remain neutral in the Israeli/Palestinian conflict. I stand steadfast in saying that it’s fucked up when civilians are made victims of war. I can’t give Hamas a pass. I am not a fan of terrorist groups, irrespective of nation and/or ethnicity. In the same breath, I can’t give Israel a pass for the wrongs they’ve committed against Palestinians either. Mistruths and propaganda are dispersed freely. One thing I’ve learned from studying war is that rules are subject to change and goal posts are regularly moved. The British thought the Natives and French were wrong for jumping from out of trees and bushes and sneak attacking the red coats while they formed ornate lines and tried to look cute before beginning combat. Fuck a rule. It’s all about who gets who first. It’s fucked up when civilians are massacred. But we can’t act like the other side hasn’t done horrible things to their civilian counterparts. I’m not one to drink the Kool-Aid and bandwagon ride. I’m politically staying out of this one. That’s that.
This eternal war is over land that both sides feel is rightfully theirs. I’ve done my research. The Palestinians were pushed off most of that land into the Gaza Strip and portions of the West Bank. Ain’t no fucking way they can be wrong in my eyes for fighting for what they feel is rightfully theirs. Sell that to someone else. And, for the record, I’m not a fan of the blockade, either. Some have likened Gaza to Alcatraz because of the blockade. But hey...none of that is my business.
My prayers are with my coworker Ty. He has a cousin who’s a member of the Israeli army. I have a lot of love for Ty. My first cousin (brother) Reggie did tours in Afghanistan. I was scared for his life every single time I thought about him being over there. I know how Ty is feeling. I told him to his face that I’m not about choosing sides, but I am about showing love to my folk. I wish the best for Ty’s cousin on the strength of Ty.
I have my own fish to fry right here in Murrica.
Fuck it. I’m a keep rapping for a taste.
The sweat off my back and the blood I’ve shed on this land is my deed to ownership of this country. This is my shit. Despite everything you’ve done to me since 1619, I’m still standing. Tall as ever. I repeat: this is MY shit. Any comment I make and any scrutiny I have is in earnest and is the motherfucking truth. I’m more than entitled to feel how I feel and to speak how I speak. I’m not some petulant, excuse making sucker ass nigga who sits on his ass and complains about all the fuckery I think is happening. No. I am an intelligent Black child, well learned, supremely sagacious and devoid of bullshit. Not nann MF can tell me any type of different, you heard?
Salute to my young brother Tory Dro, who [a few years ago] helped me reaffirm what I was taught from day one by Archie G. Warren Sr. I’m not a bigot, xenophobe, homophobe or anything that promotes the inequality, pain and suffering of another group of people. But I am 100%, unapologetically Black on both sides. I love my people in a special way. We have been oppressed for centuries. I’m not here to bitch and complain. I’m not here to beg any type of handout. I do believe that we deserve some form of reparation. 40 acres and a Cadillac seems unlikely. Six years of free university education is fair in my book. It’s just food for thought. But back to the sermon: I am here to uplift and promote an absolute Black agenda. I’m not against anyone but I am absolutely for my people. I’m not attaching any other ethnic group. This is a Black thing. I don’t mind working with other groups of people to collectively be better humans, but my economic and cultural agenda is for us. We spend the most of any ethnicity, yet we own the least. We have a lot of work to do. We need to take a W.E.B. Du Bois approach. Shit, most of us need to read The Souls of Black Folks. But I’m ten toes down for my people. I rides and dies for mine.
Ty Monday Thompson
In conclusion, I don’t pick sides when Black America isn’t involved. Ain’t none of my damn business. But I do tend to root for the underdog. Discern as you feel. I’m out this bitch. Water.
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“Late at night, I catch a buzz and I write.”
“D.A. got a witness, lawyer can’t explain it.”
“Behold the uncontrollable, I keep the whole world in drama.”
I know who loves me. I know who’s coming to get me if the pigs lock me in one of their government-issued cages. I know who’s going to let them thangs fly if they hear I’m shot and bleeding. I know who’s going to make sure my story is told properly after they put flowers on my casket. I be knowing.
Kids, don’t do drugs. But if you do, don’t be stingy. Share your drugs. Let me hit it.
I remain amazed at how people are more than willing to believe blatant lies. It’s like some twisted type of escapism. I guess it’s easier for them to believe a lie than it is to accept reality. I don’t need to be specific. You can insert your own pertinent example. You and I both know how nasty it is outside.
Drake released his 94th studio album last Friday, titled For All The Dogs. It’s a 23-track effort filled with guest appearances from the likes of 21 Savage, SZA, and Bad Bunny, amongst others. With the exception of his collaborative album with 21, I’ve purchased the last six Drake albums, including the fake Jersey Club album. I haven’t copped the latest release, mostly because I didn’t want to spend the $11.99 (I still purchase all my music in case you didn’t know) just yet. I’m going to get it. Drake is the overall best artist of his era not named Kendrick or Jermaine. Hold that thought...
Black America’s favorite podcaster, the incomparable Joseph Budden, had some choice words for Drizzy’s new album. He said that the project was a solid effort but contended that Drake hasn’t grown as an artist. Drake immediately fired back with a blistering IG post that accused Joey of hate and took direct shots at Budden’s [failed?] rap career and perceived jealousy. Some have contended that Drake “ether’d” Joe; others have chosen to agree with Joe. Where, exactly, do I stand on this American/Canadian standoff? Let’s talk about it...
To be perfectly clear, I stand squarely in the middle of this “beef”. Both men had their subjective points. I agree with both men to a certain extent on said points. I’m a Drake fan. I’ve been a Drake fan since So Far Gone, the mixtape that catapulted him to stardom (outside of Wheelchair Jimmy and Degrassi) and a deal with Weezy via YMCMB. He’s made music that I feel is genuinely amazing. Having said as much, I’ve always contended that NONE of Drake’s studio albums are what I consider to be classic material; Nothing Was the Same came closest IMO. I do feel that So Far Gone is a classic, and even though it was initially released as a free mixtape, it has since been repackaged as a “for sale” release. That makes it his only legitimate classic album to me. This doesn’t mean that Drizzy hasn’t released classic material; he has what would amount to a double (or triple) album of classic songs/singles. It simply means that none of his label releases have met my personal threshold for the classic moniker. I feel that this is the result of the crux of what Budden said. Drake hasn’t truly grown as an MC. He’s made legendary growth as an artist and game-changer, to be perfectly clear. But as an MC I feel that he’s been stagnant for some time. Drake has chosen to mimic the sound of what’s been popular on the scene. The first example I can think of is when he jumped on “Versace.” I’d never heard of Migos (I was in my “most of this new shit is trash” phase as a rap junkie), so having Drake on the track made me want to listen, as Drake had already established himself as a stalworth in the rap game by that time. Let’s be honest – Drake jumped on the track and mimicked what’s now regarded as the “Migos sound.” He did an excellent job. That track catapulted Migos into mainstream limelight. They have since gone on to become the best group of their era. RIP Takeoff. Drake continued the trend of hopping on up-and-coming artists’ songs in the following years. How many of y’all remember “Look Alive” by BlocBoy JB? Exactly. Apparently, Drizzy continued the tradition on FATD, featuring up and coming artist Yeat on the track “IDGAF.” I did some quick research on Yeat. He’s a young Cali artist that is a part of the sub genre punk rap, which some have associated with mumble rap but is officially titled Twizzy language. I am actually listening to the track as I type. Yeah...if I do purchase this album, “IDGAF” will be a smooth skip for me, doggie.
This was the perfect segue into Joe’s “angst” for Drake’s new music. Drake’s “willingness” to incorporate new artists and their styles into his repertoire is a part of his “stagnation.” Does it move the needle for him as an artist? Yes. It continuously allows for his “style” to be current, which is almost always endearing to the average listener. Does it stagnate him as an MC? Yes. Stylistically, I couldn’t distinguish the 23-year-old from the 35-year-old on the track. Herein lies the issue. For Drake to truly be remembered as timeless, his sound must evolve organically. Jumping on the next artist’s popular song and mimicking their style isn’t the route to evolution. I understand that his ardent fans disagree. I’m not mad at them. If the product is official, why question it? You question it because a lot of us feel that Drake has the ability to step his game up lyrically and stylistically. I think back to his additional verse at the end of the “Aston Martin Music” dirty extended version. His flow was immaculate. That man left earth. “And no, I’m not saying that I’m the nicest, I just live life like it.” At that point, I thought that Drake would eventually claim his seat at the table of great MCs. What followed was the current recipe. That song is over a decade old. At the end of the day, I think this is what Budden was trying to convey. It always comes across as hate if it’s any type of criticism. That’s how popular culture is wired these days. Does Drake need to evolve for popularity’s sake? Fuck no. For history’s sake? That depends on who you ask. I don’t even have an answer, as perception is reality nowadays. There’s a percentage of listeners who already consider Mr. Graham to be the GOAT. I don’t think he’s anywhere close to being the GOAT MC. As far as the GOAT artist? Shit, he may already be there. Congrats on the latest release, Drizzy. Keep on doing what you do. Joey and I are in the minority. Mr. Budden, you don’t usually miss. You’re on point as usual.
Y’all thought I was going to let Aubrey get away with that fuckery he posted on IG? Y’all must got me all the way fucked up. Sure, Budden’s rap career didn’t reach the heights many of us initially thought it would. But Joseph’s legacy is not limited to “Pump It Up.” That man made some really good MF music, both as a solo artist and as ¼ of the Slaughterhouse collective. A Loose Quarter is one of my favorite mixtapes EVER. “So Good” and “So Hard” are bona-fide classics to my trained ears. That man was an elite MC. I will not let you casuals forget his Mood Muzik series. Some would contend that Budden’s candid nature and willingness to speak on issues of the mind, heart and soul made him a predecessor to the “Drake sound.” And, and...wasn’t Aubrey once a vocal supporter and fan of Joe Budden the MC? Y’all correct me if I’m mistaken. And I refuse to let you casuals forget when Budden dropped that 4-piece diss collection to which Drizzy never replied. The irony in Drake’s IG novel is that he was silent when Joe was an MC and repeatedly dissed him on Front Street in broad daylight. Once again, there was nary a reply. To diss him and attack the worth of his career now that he’s retired was a low blow. But shit, I play without a ref every time I step into the arena. I’ll allow it.
Welp, that’s all, folks. I didn’t know the Drizzy/Budden segment would take up so much copy. (Sly Stone voice) I’m through, mane. I promise the first audio #MNR soon come. Matter fact...
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#MNR: IF I...
“Call Mr. Martin. Tell him to build a coffin. Today is that season...a hundred MCs a get murdering...stop it! Call Mr. Martin. Tell him to build a coffin. Today is that season...a hundred MCs a get murdering...ha ha ha.”
This warm intro shall consist of wishing former president James Earl Carter Jr. a blessed 99th birthday. He was our 39th president. He was a former lieutenant in the Navy. He was the governor of his native state of Georgia. He was a Georgia state senator. He is a man of faith. He and his wife, the late Rosalynn Smith Carter, helped build HUD homes for the less fortunate. They helped to build homes well into their 80s. Jimmy Carter is a good man. I pray President Carter had a comfortable earth day at hospice. Why is Jimmy Carter so important to me? It’s because he was the president on 9.10.1978. I’m a Carter baby.
RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY: Earth, Wind & Fire didn’t sing a single word in the dictionary on “Brazilian Rhyme.” That is all. (Insert 3 fire emojis)
I could be lying, but I swear I saw a battleship floating down 8th Avenue Friday afternoon when I took my lunch break. My phone received three separate emergency tones, a new personal Apple record. All jokes aside, Friday was nasty work for NYC. I’m talmbout nasty to the point it made that bitch Ida jealous. Flooding, the result of upwards of 8 inches of rain in many areas, shut down so many highways and train lines that Hajji was charging $500 for local magic carpet taxi rides. Price gouging ass nucca. I’d say we all ought to bank that man, but I’m afraid of the team of trained killer cobras he has on payroll. Nappy Red, lil Keith (Keef) dem said those cobras are extra deadly. Mean as hell, too. I’m thankful that my commute home wasn’t impeded in any way. In fact, I caught the “in-between bus” and got home like 15 minutes early. I immechiately proceeded to the package sto’ and purchased a bottle of wine, but that’s neither here nor there. Unfortunately, a lot of commuters weren’t as “lucky” as I was. My ace Ju needed damn near four hours to get home to Money Earnin’, consisting of an MTA ride AND a $200 Uber ride. For some reason, I heard Florida Evans’ “damn, damn, damn!” in my mind when I typed that two hundo. Yikes. Another coworker, Laura, said it took her 3.5 hours to get home. I’m not sure where in the city she resides, but I’m guessing she lived by one of the train lines that had the Hudson River flowing through it. I’m glad there were no reported fatalities. Hearing about all the flooding was one thing, but to see it was a whole other thing. I watched a YouTube video that apparently stole its content from a Spanish broadcast, as I could hear mamí’s voiceover faintly playing during portions of the footage. It got extra spooky in certain parts of the boroughs. I can’t imagine having to walk waist-deep in that rancid, nasty ass water. I would have cried like Arsenio Hall in Harlem Nights if my car’s engine block was flooded by raging flood waters. Much love to you if you had to brave the elements last Friday. You’re a certified trooper.
I’m hearing word from the journalist nerds that the sneaker market has apparently tanked. I love it. These resell bastards have been fucking the game up for far too long. Either they use their bots to scoop up all the general releases and/or they charge shitty resell prices. Bots make it damn near impossible to score a W on the Sneakers app. I’d say my success rate is somewhere between 15 – 25%, but probably much closer to the fifteen. It’s nasty work. The consumer rarely [if ever] wins. So yes. I’m a hater. Fuck you bot using, price gouging, resell fucktards. Go kiss a barracuda with your tongue out. I know one MF thing: when I take the L on the 11s on 12.9 (I’ve lost all confidence in the app and expect to take Ls on every release I want), you punk ass resell bitches better throw me a pair for under $300. Ok, $325. Pretty please...
I apologize, resell bitches. I was having too much fun. I cannot promise that it will not happen again. I have an asshole disposition and a potty mouth.
I just took a bong rip and the smoke tasted like an order of jerked pork from the Jamaican spot. That sure is some good tasting reefa.
Over the weekend, congress avoided a government shutdown in damn near the literal 11th hour by passing stopgap legislation to fund the federal government through mid-November. A shutdown would have been the first since 2018 (I’ll let you guess which party controlled the House), which lasted 30 days and cost the nation billions of dollars (allegedly). When the government shuts down, more than A MILLION government employees are furloughed. 200K would be required (forced) to work without pay. Public assistance programs like SNAP benefits would be halted after a few days of a shutdown, affecting millions of families with children. Federal parks and museums would be shut down. It would be disgusting. Ask an employee or family that suffered in ’18. They’ll tell you. A month is a long damn time to go without [anything]. The rapidly sinking R party loves to use government shutdown as a bargaining chip for budgetary negotiations. Although most of the MAGAt wing would contend that Speaker McCarthy again made serious concessions to the Dems, this game of neo-conservative hardball did succeed in leaving $6B of Ukraine funding OFF the table. Y’all know I’m with the far right on that one. I could care less about their cause. I could care less about any “threat” Putin and Russia poses to the western world. I don’t believe in policing other people’s property (the other OPP). All those billions could go towards truly addressing our national mental health dilemma. Shit, being that you’re giving money away, how about a federal rebate check? How about two? I don’t believe in fighting proxy wars in the interest of “freedom” when shit is fucked up on my own soil. Disagree if you may. I don’t give a fuck. That is all.
For those of you who may be reading this blog for the first time and are in disbelief over my flagrant disregard for Ukraine, I never forgot how Ukraine treated my young African scholars as they tried to flee Kyiv when the war began, and non-residents were advised to flee. They coldly turned my brilliant young brothers and sisters away with no problem...as they feared for their lives in a foreign country. They let the pets of those fleeing board the trains as they turned my people away. That shit hurt my soul. I also remember that scores of Africans were sent to refugee camps of bordering nations and treated like political prisoners. I don’t fuck with Ukraine. I don’t care how many Ukraine flag emojis you have beside your Twitter handle and pronouns. I don’t fuck with anyone/anything who doesn’t fuck with my-skinned folk.
Well folks, that’s all for this Monday evening. Please be sure to tune into the next episode of #MNR. Same #MNR time, same #MNR channel. Goodnight.
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