#MNR: Monday Night Raw
Good evening, and welcome to Masterpiece Theatre. I’m your host Sir Ty Monday, the Great. A bruva got a fresh cut so I really can’t hear any type of slander coming from any nightmare holder at the moment. And I got a fresh Black Nike tech suit in the closet and the Doernbecher 14s coming in the mail tomorrow? Yeah, it’s quiet. Kiss my grits. But anyways, big ups to my barber of over twenty years, JP Peterson. Check him and owner/proprietor Julian out at the 309 Beauty Bar by the check cashing spot on Van Brunt St. in Englewood, NJ.
Big ups to @FreeGameGriff, an up and coming rapper from Texas. He sent me a couple of tracks and I liked what I heard. Go to YouTube and check his work out. “Zuko” is more traditional Gulf Coast, laid back flow while “Getaway” is a lyricist’s delight. Support the up and comers. Every artist had to wear that hat at some point.
Marijuana legalization is on the books for Election Day 11.3.2020 in the state of New Jersey. That not only means that Jersey residents will be able to legally purchase reefa, it also means that possession will not be criminal up to two ounces. Talks were in for it to be up to a pound, but that has yet to materialize. I’m saying this --- all you “woke” ass colored folk better take your hostile asses to the election hall and cast a vote in favor. I know all youse smoke cheeba. I’m not snitching, not naming names. But I know. So, get your big greasy ass up off that worn out sofa your mama overpaid for from Rent-a-Center in 1999 and make moves to your voting precinct on November 3, being that voting for the actual president wasn’t enough to get your ham hock smelling ass up anyway. Press the button for whom you feel (are you kidding me?). But take your ass out and vote. With your stankin’ ass.
Ever since my first trip to the World Trade Center as a first grader, I’ve always had a fascination with skyscrapers. I stood at the base and looked as far as I could into the Manhattan sky. It was like the physical form of Jack’s beanstalk. I was the same way the first time I was in lower Manhattan to see the Freedom Tower. Ditto for the Empire State building every time I’m on foot on 33rd St. I’ve seen the Willis Tower (formerly Sears Tower) from above in an airplane flying over Chicago on the way back from Vegas. I’m familiar with the Burj Khalifa in Dubai (the world’s tallest building), the twin towers in Malaysia, the Taipei 101, and almost every skyscraper on the planet. I was on YouTube yesterday (like every other day) and I came across a very interesting piece about a concept for the next level in skyscrapers, an actual vertical city. With the rapid rate of world population, the idea of self-contained communities at the very least make for vivid imagination and amazing discussions. Imagine a self-contained community that incorporates vertical farming, beach, mountain range, stadium (yes, a pro sports stadium), redwood forest (wow), housing, and offices all stacked vertically. Each zone would have its own individualized block (module) with open space on one side allowing for L-shaped clusters. A massive elevator system would connect to smaller elevators in each cluster. Going to a Giants or Jets game would literally be an elevator ride or two away. Your back yard could contain redwood trees or a beach. You’d never have to leave home. The super-duper skyscraper would in theory be a mile tall. Wow. Like I said, the idea is purely hypothetical. Even if it were to one day be a reality, I seriously doubt I will see it in my lifetime. Consider the fact that most skyscrapers take about a half decade or better to construct, the idea of one skyscraper being about the height of between four to five Freedom Towers would be a logistical nightmare in the middle of Times Square and would also take about a half a lifetime to complete. And, going by the number 3015 in the title of the skyscraper, the actual ability to construct and complete such a project would be a millennium away. But the idea seeing a physical structure of that splendor and magnitude would be amazing. For further information, research Times Squared 3015.
Back to voting because this shit is dead on my mind. I hate talking politics in this current climate of political unrest, but it really scares the shit out of me when I see my own people completely apathetic to the idea of voting. I can’t help but wonder what the reasons are to have no faith whatsoever in something our folk laid their lives down for us to be able to do. I know most politicians come off as snakes and liars, but the object is to find the men and women who have real interest in change and help to get them elected. They work at your behest. Hold them to their word. And if they don’t do what they said they would do, get them the fuck outta there. It’s simple. The war will not be won solely with bloodshed. But it can be won with education. I’m not going to waste time with the correlation(s) to education and voting. I trust that you’ll figure it out.
Fuck Mike Ditka, you old, ornery, hateful bastard. I hope you step in some shit, hit the cha-cha slide, do the stanky leg, and tear your ACL, MCL, and PCL --- at the same dame time. Then I hope both Lucha Bros. come off the top rope and elbow drop your ligament torn knee. Then I hope eight fat girls who just left Big Brenda’s House of Ribs after sixteen Big Brenda Specials all walk over your fucked up knee. You punk motherfucker. Now I see why you shitted on Walter Payton in that Super Bowl (RIP Sweetness). You bigoted bitch. I should spit in your face.
Y’all enjoy y’all evening and continue to fight the power. As long as y’all keep reading, we’ll keep supplying you with the good doojee. Smoke sum’n with your kinfolk. Water.