'MNF' Cinco De Mayo Edition

My apologies for the lack of a blog or blogs last week, I was faking. Really, I was making moves, but I don’t deal with excuses, true or untrue, so…let’s get down with the get down. Feliz Cinco de Mayo a todo mi gente del mundo, especialmente mis Mexicanos y Chicanos. Salud. Libertad.
I’m bouncing from thought to thought tonight, y’all. As always, buckle up. But tonight, go on ‘head and turn off all cellular devices. We are ascending to 25,000 feet into the strata. Our destination…the blessed Kush Mountains of Asia.
The only crazy thing I wanted to discuss about last week was obviously the Donald Sterling matter. But of course, my view is my view and not necessarily the view of the masses. I understand that all of you children of the Civil Rights Movement were in uproar about Sterling’s comments, and deservedly so. The statements Sterling made were deplorable, despicable, degrading, and desensitized. They were also candid words from an old white man who was raised long ago to think this way, words shared by plenty of men like him in this great nation as well as this world. But here’s where I employ the pragmatism that has oft made me the villain of intellectual circles from here to El Segundo and back: if you ask me, he’s saying what plenty of our bosses say about us every day. These are the same things they joke about with colleagues over $200 shots of cognac and fine imported cigars. This is how they perceive us; as little more than troglodyte proletarians in their perennial campaign of global dominance, and could care less than shit about us outside our ability to bring in revenue. It doesn’t hurt my feelings at all. At best, we are multimillion dollar niggas in their eyes. Much respect to the great Dave Parker, who coined the term “million dollar nigga” when responding to a statement made by his former boss and owner of the Cincinnati Reds Marge Schott, a far worse owner (in my eyes) than Sterling. That’s how plenty of them view us. Oh well. They got rid of Sterling…great. I guess. If you love it I like it. But hate is a part of life, whether black, white, Jew, Hispanic, Asian, gay & lesbian…hate. We can’t get them all. But we can use their ignorance to bring our collective diversity to a common arena where we can, through mutual education, erase prior ignorance that ruins the minds of men. That’s my theory. Adios, Donald Sterling, puto. But the pragmatist in me has to finish with this simple statement: there will be others.
The entire free world knows that I’m not too fond of a certain rapper named Jay Z. The world also knows that I’ve got my reasons. But regardless, who gives a shit. But I’ll tell Shawn one thing: he better leave that boy Aubrey alone. His cheap shot on the Jay Electronica freestyle was typical Jay, below the belt fuckery. I really don’t get his sissy ass approach to doing what he does. But anyways…no need for me to play Chris Chambers from Stand By Me. Drake jumped off in Jiggaman’s ass on “Draft Day,” subliminally, of course. But if you listen up you’ll get it. Really, Ion care about their riff, but it raises a question that I’ve been asking for a minute. Why do y’all hate that man Drizzy for being a lover and speaking on his feelings? If that’s who he is, isn’t he just keeping it a buck? Y’all would hate that man beyond any type of measure if he transitioned from Degrassi to a career in gangster rap. But he stuck to the script of the light skinned, pretty nigga, lady lover that he is. I can’t hate him for that. I’m sorry. Then, for good measure, the kid is nice AF. I know bars; his bars can stand up against some of the best. His laid back, braggadocios approach to riding tracks has made him upwards of $50 million. I ain’t mad at him. I’m not mad at his detractors and their endless jokes, memes, and “Drake the type of nigga that…” either. It’s all fair game, if you ask me. You gotta put up with the hate if you accept the glory. I’m sure Aubrey hasn’t lost a minute of rest to this day. But hey, at the end of the day you can’t win. Syke. You can laugh all the way to the bank, just like Drake. I’m with that formula.
Roy Hibbert is a bum. Deport his bama ass back to Maryland. Let him play drums in a DC storefront church with an unusually low ceiling and a damaged snare. The Wizards look like the second best team in the East. The West is still wide open in my opinion. The Spurs are the safe choice, but I’m not so sure. The world wants to see KD vs. King James. Me too. Regardless of who survives, this has already been one of the most exciting NBA Playoffs of my lifetime. And already, I think I’ve honesty seen about eight more 4 point plays than in my entire lifetime. #KNICKSNATION, even in our wretched condition. I’m loyal, through death.
That’s all. For now.
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