#MNR: DELTA CRIMSON 5.0
“Aye do your MF dance, nigga. I hope this pistol don’t fall up out my pants, nigga.”
“Some beef is everlasting.”
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu recently said that he would never support Palestinians being given their own state, even though he has spoken about its possibility multiple times in the past. Ardent readers of this blog know which side I’m with on this one. It is what it is. But tonight, I simply want to convey the horror of what it sounds like when mankind can’t be reasonable. It’s harrowing to hear, irrespective of a man’s title or socioeconomic status. It’s downright frightening to know that these words come from the leader of a nation. Humanity must be paramount in this situation. The facts are that, after 1,200 of your citizens were taken hostage (many having other heinous crimes committed upon them) by the terrorist group Hamas, you have proceeded to kill over 25K innocent civilians. This is tantamount to war crimes in my opinion. It is imperative that I state that although the official number of Palestinian deaths is around 25K, some have said that the total is as much as double that. That’s pure speculation, but it must be stated. Why? Simple. No one believes stats. I don’t believe the UCR (Uniform Crime Report) – ever, and that’s on this side of the Atlantic. I said that to say that I damn sure don’t believe the numbers I’m hearing out of Gaza. You have bombed the bit of land those folk had. There’s nothing of worth left for them to return to, only rubble and cement-filled water pipes. I searched and searched for the number of Palestinian refugees displaced by the current Israeli/Hamas conflict, but I quickly learned that the associated numbers are a cumulative number beginning with the 1948 war (around Israel’s creation) through the 1967 Mideast war until now. That cumulative number is upwards of 6M refugees. I’ve stated in blogs before that this conflict precedes biblical times. Now, please take a moment to revisit the second quote of tonight’s #MNR. God bless Palestine.
We all know that you’re unpopular amongst your own people, Netanyahu. I’m merely a sideline analyst. It is what it is. But the good book told me, “For with what judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged...”
P.S. – Hamas told the press this morning that, in light of Netanyahu’s decision, the remaining 1,200 hostages will never be released. That means that ole boy is going to try his best to exterminate the majority of Palestinians. I smell genocide in the air.
I try to stay out of politics on here as much as possible. I love politics. I love discourse. I can do this shit all day. But politics can be divisive. Politics can make enemies of friends and family. I don’t give a fuck who you vote for or who you affiliate yourself with. That’s your choice. My only goal is to bring truth and pragmatism to political discourse. Don’t talk about who you don’t like because of some shit you heard on The Shade Room. I don’t care what you saw on the Twitter. Give me discourse rooted in fact. There can only be common ground when fact is present. Otherwise, common ground is impossible.
I’ve heard so many stories about Illmatic since it was released in 1994.
SIDENOTE: THIS MICROSOFT WORD SPELL CHECK DOESN’T RECOGNIZE SHIT BUT IT RECOGNIZED ILLMATIC. RESPECT.
Err umm, like I said. I’ve heard so many stories about Illmatic over the years, including plenty of myths. As the seminal work of art nears its 30th year of existence, I’ve learned that a lot of the myths weren’t mythical at all. Many were fact. But of all the stories I’ve heard about Illmatic, my favorite story is about why his father Olu Dara chose to play the legendary notes he played at the end of “Life’s a Bitch,” the source of the definitive bars of my lifetime. Olu asked his boy what he wanted him to do on the song. Nas simply replied to play something that reminded Olu of Nas and Jungle’s (his younger brother) childhood. The rest is history. Legendary history.
I had a whole piece I wanted to write about my bond with my mom at a particular moment in time when I was a little one, but I don’t feel I can sufficiently convey its joy. All I can say is that it’s where my mind goes when I listen to Olu play the cornet at the end of the song. That’s my best and most indelible memory. I wasn’t ever afraid of Metropolis because I had Superwoman. RIP to Shareon and all the real ones in heaven. God bless all of us stuck down here trying our best to endure and navigate.
I was always the type to dance with the girl I brought to the party. When it was over, I walked her home. Fuck all the others. It was all about her. I never had a problem picking a side; I always sided with the real. I never switched up. I stuck with the side I was always on. If one of us can’t get in, fuck you and your house or venue. We out. If you’re down for me, I will eternally ride for you. It’s not difficult. If you don’t fuck with us, step the fuck off. I’m not much for fair-weather friends or frenemies. A lot of you hoe ass niggas and trifling bitches switch up with the frequency I bathe and switch up my Polo drawz (twice a day, bitch). I don’t fuck with y’all. Eat a dick.
A Delta crimson Mustang 5.0 was my mother’s favorite vehicle around that particular moment in time. I believe it was the 1985 edition. She always rented it when we traveled to South Boston to see family. I’m going to get one and paint it Delta crimson, and switch the interior out to cream leather. Just for her.
Shoutout to my ace and all this Black culture and fuckery we enjoy.
“And I switched my motto. Instead of fuck tomorrow, that buck that bottle coulda struck the lotto” are the definitive bars of my lifetime.
Aye yo CEO, take us the fuck outta here.
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