MNR: Dogs 4 Life

MNR: Dogs 4 Life
 
RIP DMX. You were truly one in 8 billion. Few rappers can say they ever held NYC hostage for a particular period of time, but you did (with no question). It’s Dark and Hell is Hot was in every rotation from spring to summer and beyond in 1998. Wherever you went in those 100 Blocks, someone was playing X, from car systems to boomboxes to CD players to tape players – true ubiquity. Then what did the dog do? He dropped ANOTHER full-length album holiday season ’98, titled Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood, and wrestled his ’98 title belt back from Pun and NORE. It was a bit of a different vibe from his debut, but it was still a runaway success. In addition to rap gawd, X also went on to become a movie star. He definitely had his demons. I’d be very partial if I didn’t speak on it. We were aware of his past issues with hard drugs. It was what it was. It had absolutely no impact on how I viewed X in life or now in death. He was, is, and will always be my guy. He redefined the energy of rap. I hadn’t seen an act as vibrant as X since Onyx exploded onto the scene a few years earlier. I pray a peaceful journey for you. Rest in power. Hug Aaliyah and pet Boomer for me.
 
U.S. Rep Matt Gaetz…come take a quick walk with me. Now, I’m definitely a proponent of due process, even when it’s pertaining to an investigation on an entitled, strange faced, lying piece of shit like yourself. But the house ethics committee is currently knee deep in one and your boy Joel Greenberg has reportedly already struck a plea deal with federal prosecutors. For those unfamiliar with ole JG, he’s the guy who “allegedly” set up Matty’s sexual trysts with YOUNG ladies, handling the financial part through Venmo transactions. Translation: shit don’t look good for your granite-chinned ass. And when your stepfather #45 begins to distance himself from you…it really doesn’t look good. Even your safe haven of FOX News has brushed you off. Your Lame Phi Lame big bro Sean Hannity doesn’t even mention you anymore. I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to wait this thing out, like it’s the common cold. No, bitch. This is the equivalent of a political terminal illness. Your daddy’s money will not exonerate you from the wrath of the ethics committee, much less the court of law if it does lead down that road (which is still in play). The best thing for you is that all of the ladies you’ve “sponsored” were of legal age at the time (so far). Because if at least one of them weren’t…casket closed, and that’s a burial way past a political one. I grew tired of seeing your fucking smug smile, taunting us with every stone you cast at minorities through rhetoric. You quickly became one of #45’s key meat glazers, echoing all of his hatred whenever you got the opportunity. Matty Boy, your day soon come (old Jamaican lady voice). I’ll have a Wood of satin twirled and my Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos ready to watch the loop continuously on YouTube. I truly want to wish you the worst, you xenophobic, arrogant, entitled piece of chicken shit, but I’m a Christian. I’ll simply leave it at kick rocks.
 
Congratulations to the Baylor Bears for winning the big dance. They were my prohibitive favorite in a tournament that many felt could have been won by several teams. They were actually my favorite to cut the nets headed into last year’s collegiate postseason, but we all remember how that ended. I do have a great deal of respect for Coach Mark Few of Gonzaga. He’s built a powerhouse at a university that previously was largely unknown other than it being the alma mater of NBA career assist leader and Hall of Fame guard John Stockton. Even though the loss was the first and only blemish of the season for your Zags, I don’t consider it heartbreaking because Baylor smoked y’all from the opening tip to the final buzzer. Keep striving coach. I’m confident that you’ll reach the mountain top before you call it quits. I’m a big Jalen Suggs fan. I’m confident he’ll be an impact player at the next level. But just like Ray Charles told Stevie before passing – we’ll see.
 
Y’ALL KNOW I’M ALL ABOUT EQUALITY
 
Congratulations to the Stanford [Lady] Cardinal and their iconic head coach Tara VanDerveer for winning the big dance. It was the third championship for Coach VanDerveer and the Cardinal (yes MF, I’ve been correct both times – it’s Cardinal – no “s” – don’t question my mastery of the craft). It was also the first time a Pac-12 team has cut the nets down since 1992 when (you guessed it) Coach VanDerveer and the Lady Cardinal won for the second time in school history. The great, late Pat Summitt was my lady; I am and will always be a Lady Volunteers fan. Having said that, I always held Coach VanDerveer in the highest regard. She was always in lock step with Coach Summitt, years before Geno Auriemma became the standard, around the time Kim Mulkey was still an assistant on the bench of legendary Coach Leon Barmore for her alma mater Louisiana Tech. The Lady Cardinal survived a few nail biters, including the national final, when they outlasted conference rival Arizona 54-53. ‘Zona damn near pulled it off, led by tournament darling Aari McDonald. It was an instant classic. As a true fan of the sport, it was one of those games that you felt both teams could and should have won. But there can only be one winner. Congratulations, Lady Cardinal.
 
I can guarantee you damn near no Black person in propinquity to my age or older has watched a second of the Derek Chauvin (the PIG who assassinated Mr. George Floyd) trial. I give you a timeline of my life as personal reference to a total lack of faith in the judicial system. I begin with October 1991 and the Clarence Thomas Supreme Court confirmation ordeal -- what was brought to public record about what he did to Ms. Anita Hill and the apathy of the white men who did the “deciding.” It wasn’t a criminal trial, but the same principle stands. Yeah, I remember. Let’s fast forward less than a year to April 1992 and the Rodney King trial, followed by all the damn police murder cases that end in acquittals up to this very day. They all hurt, but the way they slaughtered baby boy Tamir [Rice] on 11.22.2014 broke my heart. None of those PIGS in any of those trials ever faced a molecule of penance. Yeah, I’ve done my daily reading on the Chauvin trial and paid attention to all the testimony. I know it looks like Chauvin’s goose is cooked. But I thought the exact same thing ALL the other times. And we all know how it went every single damn time. Acquittal. We’ve learned not to get our hopes up, and not watching any of the trial coincides with not getting our hopes up. Hellen Keller could see a conviction this time around. I’m not holding my breath. Fuck the police. RIP George Floyd and all those we’ve lost because of crooked police.
 
CEO blessed me with a few exclusive pieces of merch, including the #MNR snappy and some fresh funeral black #MNR tees. He also blessed a bruva with the hoodie I’m wearing in the pic. Fall through the shop after you finish the blog and pick you suntin’ up for you, your babies, your wife, and your auntie. We’re scorching hot in these streets. Big ups to my brother Todd and sis Shay on the merch pickups. I’m a see y’all when I see y’all, unless you see me first. Love, infinite.
 
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