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Salute to the planet of Brooklyn. The gods and earths choose to call it Medina. Need to go see my OG. Soon.
How y’all? It’s your friendly neighborhood asshole Mr. Monday, back again to entertain you in the final hours of Monday night and marinate through the week. I’m three weeks clean, y’all. I’m done with the reefa until further notice. Indefinitely. I need a better job. Those types usually need a piss sample. Before, I just used to ask the person who handed me the cup if there was some juice or Kool Aid to fill it with because it was a complete waste of time to take my urine. My shit’s been dirty since Illmatic. Ready to Die. But it’s a wrap. So light one up in my honor. Fasten your safety belts. It’s time to ride.
Salute to the legendary Spike Lee for FINALLY receiving his just due from the Academy. Finally. Best Adapted Screen Play for Black Klansman. I saw it in the cinema this summer past. Dope ass picture. Big ups to the brother who won Best Animated Picture for the latest Spider-Man flick. I saw pieces of it on a bootleg movie site off the lil homie Jason’s iPhone 8 during sixth period lunch a few weeks back. #dope. Big ups to my baby Regina King for her Best Supporting Actress for that movie about Beale St. Been loving her since Calvin and 227. Fuck Calvin and his S-curl. Love you lady. Big ups to Mahershala Ali for his Best Supporting Actor Oscar. I didn’t see Green Book. Looks like typical pilgrim-with-a-newfound-conscience rhetoric to me but my man Ali is the truth. It’s such sweet and poetic irony that he won his Oscar around the same time that Season 3 of True Detective concluded (he’s the lead actor). The storyline for this season wasn’t the greatest, but the brother acted his ass off. Check it out. It’s a damn good HBO program (how my gpa would say if he were alive). Big ups to the sister who won for Wardrobe Design for Black Panther. Wakanda forever. Finally, big ups to my ex-lover Lady Gaga for taking Best Song for “Shallow” from the movie A Star Is Born. . She is a great artist and amazing actress. Get ‘em mommy.
Finally, I’d like to take some time to make myself clear about #45 and his “wall”. I’m gonna piss a bunch of youse off (temporarily) and back Donald Chump up: I’d love to see a wall built in his honor. But before you stop reading the blog (now and forever) at least hear me out. I draw reference to the legendary short story The Cask of Amontillado by the prolific Edgar Allen Poe. To hit you with the Cliffs Notes right quick, there’s a guy who doesn’t like another guy. Matter fact, he despised him. We never know why. But we know beyond measure that the first guy hates the other guy because the first guy is the narrator. He continually expresses throughout the story that he despises him without explaining exactly why. The story takes place somewhere during some drunken festival of fuckery. The narrator convinces the other guy to come with him to the crib to have a taste of wine from his cellar. But it wasn’t a vintage bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, rather, it was a rare cask of Amontillado. The other guy, drunker then Scooter Brown, happily agrees to travel home with the narrator to get up on a bottle of the exclusive shit, ya dig? But little does he know that the narrator is plotting on his drunk ass. But like I said, we the readers are privy to the narrator’s thoughts so we know this MF is up to absolutely no type of good. Long story short he leads him deep into the cellar and traps him behind a wall to die one of the most horribly imaginable ways of death—mummification. See, I’m down with this type of wall. Let’s build one to trap the Chumpster behind. Somewhere deep in one of those famous White House tunnels Murder at 1600 put us on to (my nigga Wesley was OD fly in that movie). Die slow you bigoted coward. That’s my time y’all. Time to shake a leg and get up in the wind suga.