#MNR: NEW YEAR, SAME SHIT
“Get paid, never caught in a raid. You get sprayed, prayed over, and laid down, pump with the pound.”
Hussein Fatal (RIP)
Blessed New Year to all.
I don’t know about y’all, but I’m always intrigued by my dreams, and for diverse reasons. The first reason I’m so intrigued is because I was robbed of my dreams for years, with sleep apnea being the culprit. People who suffer from sleep apnea rarely reach REM sleep, the time when most dreaming occurs. Cool. My sleep apnea is under control; I sleep with a CPAP every night (unless I’m staying in the Creek). Problem solved...sort of. I sleep well every night. I know this because I feel good and refreshed every morning and my Apple Watch tells me I do. I’m thankful. And yes, I dream again. Unfortunately, my second point of intrigue is that when I do dream, I usually forget my dreams when I wake up. However, I do remember my dreams from time-to-time, and they almost always end up with me running for my life to escape from Highbridge, West #BXNYC. For reference, I lived on 170th St. and Jesup Avenue for years. I got plenty of money in those Highbridge streets. I never had direct drama, but it was brought to my attention that some of the Right (IYKYK) from the block objected to my innate ability to get to the money. Luckily, I forged strategic bonds, one of them being with the OG of the set. Unless you’re a square, you know that meant that I was untouchable. But back to the dreams. I always manage to flee, but barely. Last night was no different. I barely escaped. Luckily, there was no geriatric women’s parade on Edward L. Grant Highway (University Avenue) to hinder my route (I may need to see a shrink). I’m not certain as to why my dreams always involve trying to flee Highbridge, but they do. Last night was no different. I also had another dream last night. No further comment.
Big ups to all the real Rights outside in NYC. My folk rock to the Left, but the Right influence in NYC culture is indelible. All of us civilians who were outside in the late ‘90s/early 2000s know what it was like. They were superfluous. On the surface, it doesn’t seem like their numbers make NYC gang culture disproportionate anymore, but they’re still around (heavy). I’m not glorifying the culture; I’m merely giving respect to the real.
RANDOM: It’s scary when you tally all the Saban-coached Alabama Crimson Tide alumni CURRENTLY in the NFL. Saban is easily the GOAT of College Football coaches. Having said that, Kirby Smart seems to be doing his best to catch up in short fashion. 65-7? Wow. I will never root for a university from the deep south but much respect to Georgia and their back-to-back National Championships. Herschel who?
If you haven’t noticed, Elon has removed all types of regulation from Twitter. There are no more warnings that a tweet may be disturbing, racist, xenophobic, or outright misinformation, to name a few. I’m not arguing from a first amendment standpoint; I stand with free speech. But lies and mistruths are not protected by the Constitution. Twitter is allowing “information” to be posted that hasn’t been vetted. That is a very dangerous game to play, and its consequences can be deadly. I can’t put the blame of ignorance on the youth because I (on average) see a lot more grown ass adult ignorance on my TL. I include 25 and under as youth, and before you ask, I follow plenty of young adults. Most were old students. But I keep a finger on the pulse of Twitter, and I do not like what it’s giving. On a personal note, I swear I feel like deleting the app at least twice a month. In addition to the aforementioned fuckery, I’m tired of the trolls and keyboard killers. I’m not mad at what they tweet, I’m mad because I’m 100% sure they’re super pussy IRL. I’m not pussy in any life. But there’s no sense in getting all worked up over virtual beef with an anonymous dickhead. I, we all have the power to log off. I remain [mostly] because of nostalgia. I love what Twitter once was as an app and what it meant to me when my mom was sick, and my life was in turmoil. There were plenty of nights when I’d just disperse my depressed thoughts into the universe, not even expecting a reply. It made me feel better when I’d receive a mention of encouragement or out of empathy. It let me know I wasn’t alone. Twitter therapy may sound silly, but I was suffering through bouts of depression and fear of losing the most important person in my life. I needed Twitter therapy. I used it and flowers to self-medicate. It got me through. I also continue to cherish interaction with my loved ones and the Englewood community. I interact with a lot of my 07631 folk. We keep one another in the loop on all types of shit, from mundane to comedically hysterical to pertinent. We are a true community. Twitter has also been vital to promotion/marketing when I release literature. I guess I’ll remain one foot in, one foot out.
Politicians lie. This is a well-known fact. But, for the most part, their lies are usually linked to policy via unfulfilled promises. The lies don’t usually spill into the basics – you know – your ethnicity, where you went to university, where you work – those sorts of things. Well folks, the levies have been breached. George Santos, the newly elected House Representative from NY’s 3rd congressional district (northeast Queens and northern Nassau County on Long Island), has lied about damn near everything a competent human could lie about. You name it, he’s lied about it: His ethnicity (he claimed to be Jew-ish), his education, the death of his mother, employment history, establishing a charity, residence, having a cancerous brain tumor, and whether fat meat is greasy when it cooks. And if that weren’t enough...this motherfucker is a fugitive in his native country Brazil. The bastard stole checks from a man his mother was caring for (ultimate POS behavior), forged said checks to purchase about $700 worth of clothing. He confessed to Brazilian police in 2010, but never responded to a 2013 court summons. He’s also under scrutiny for campaign finance ethics. This guy is the ultimate fraud, and people from his own party at various levels of government have called for him to resign. Santos has repeatedly stated he has no intentions of resigning. Most of his congressional peers (including Kevin McImpotent) have chosen to ignore the Santos fiasco or deflect and counter argue that Dems are equal or greater liars. America, the beautiful...
That’s all for now, fuckers. The next #MNR will be courtesy of the CEO of Crew UnB. Tune in. Also, tune in to the HSRT podcast on YouTube. Those brothers discuss current events and talk a little bit of shit in between. It’s excellent smoke session material.
The word is that the block is hot in Englewood. A young kid took a shot to the abdomen and tensions are high. Y’all be safe out there.
tymonday.com: @tymonday on Twitter & IG
crewunb.com: @crewunB on Twitter & @theunbearablescrew on IG