#MNR: NOTHING IN PARTICULAR
“I heard the beat and I ain’t know what to write.”
Alas, we have reached the penultimate Monday of the academic school year. And, just as any other year, most of the staff is mentally somewhere between burnt out and Cancun. Not me. I’m good. It’s all a cycle for me. Rinse, wash, repeat. I had to train my mind to be this way to be different from others in life. People love to bitch and complain. Mondays only exacerbate their states of mind. Once again, not I. My name is Monday. It’s my day. I thrive on Mondays. Let’s get it.
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Thank me later.
Uber, Lyft etc. have abandoned their masking policies for both drivers and riders. I understand why – other modes of transportation have as well. My astonishment is at how a patron or a driver could feel at ease riding maskless. If you’re a driver you have no idea who may be getting into your vehicle with the full-blown and not a mask in sight. The average driver sees at least 20 passengers a day. Driving maskless makes you braver than a Mormon in Memphis (IYKYK). The logic for a rider is quite similar. That maskless driver has been riding around all day servicing riders. The driver has no idea who may have gotten into their vehicle and spread the germ around. It’s hot. Most drivers have the window up and the AC on. That damn COVID may be all up in that bitch. Riding maskless in a random Uber/Lyft makes you more courageous than a Vegas dice shaker. I’m going to continue to wear my mask. I’m not going to tempt fate.
After a year of fact-finding, subpoenas and testimony, the January 6 Committee has convened for primetime hearings on their findings in hopes of proving beyond a “reasonable” doubt that Donald Chump was the chief conspirator in the insurrection that took place before our very eyes a year and a half ago. From what I’ve read thus far (I can’t watch that shit), there have been some revelations previously unheard. I’ll cut to the quick: for most pragmatic Americans, the hearings will only reaffirm what we already know. We know the election wasn’t stolen. That decision has been upheld over fifty times in court. The sad part is that for damn near half the country, those findings are meaningless. tRump, Fox News, Newsmax, Rudolph Giuliani and others have lied so consistently that their sycophants are convinced that their word is the ironclad truth. You could present them with anything factual and they will simply dispel it as lies from the “radical left.” So what, exactly, is the purpose of these hearings? My answer, which I believe is the correct answer, is to compel Attorney General Merrick Garland to pursue federal charges against #45 and other conspirators. The hope is that at worst it will bar Cheesy from running for president in 2024. At best it will all conclude in him being formally charged for his misdeeds and eventually convicted and sent to the clink. My honest opinion is that these hearings will do nothing more than [further] galvanize Rs and make them even more hellbent for the getback if and when they reclaim the House and quite possibly the Senate. I hope I’m wrong, but if you read this blog ardently, you know I usually don’t miss. We shall see.
I know I’m on the short end of the discussion I’m about to bring up. I also know that around my age is the cutoff to even be able to have a word in this matter, from a standpoint of experience. GET TO THE POINT FAT MAN. Ok. Here it is. I wish the internet didn’t exist. If I had it my way, it would only be used for its original purpose: to link medical and academic information. I’ll even throw in law enforcement. That makes this thing somewhat of a paradox because history has shown that it expanded far past its original purpose. The “i” in information reigns supreme. There’s no logical scenario in which the internet would have remained strictly for academia, medical etc. Logic says that there would have always been a person or people who saw the potential in the internet and exploited it. But damn it, it’s my blog and we’re going to speak on it. I love the internet. I can’t lie. In mere seconds it accomplishes things that used to be damn near impossible to accomplish anywhere near its brevity. If I wanted to know Reggie Jackson’s career batting average when I was in high school, I would have either had to have had a card from the last year of his playing career or taken a trip to the library. Even if I did happen to have a card (I didn’t and don’t), it would’ve taken me a minute or so at least to find, assuming I’m in proximity. A trip to the library takes MUCH longer. And who’s going to the library to search a single statistic? I just asked Siri. The heifer didn’t know but referred me to baseball-reference.com. That withstanding, it took a bit over 18 seconds.
OH YEAH. REGINALD MARTINEZ JACKSON BATTED .262 FOR HIS CAREER.
I HATE AND LOVE EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT THE INTERNET.
At the end of the day, it boils down to social media. It’s not the only reason, but it has the majority slice of the pie.
I could go in so many different ways with this one, but I’ll focus on only a handful of things: clout, trolling, glizzy inhaling and vanity/narcissism.
It blew my fucking fitted off my mammoth dome piece about a decade or so ago when I was riding an uptown M100 bus from the world of Harlem to the GWB (George Washington Bridge) terminal. I saw an article on my Blackberry about a team of hustlers from somewhere in Harlem that had recently gone down for the RICO smorgasbord: drugs, guns, dirty money, bodies – all that and then some. No biggie. But the article led with the fact that they went down because of the content they posted on Facebook. They showed money, straps, work. Even worse (or perhaps tantamount), they had FB posts talking about hits they pulled. WHAT IN THEE ENTIRE FUCK??? I know. Fast forward a decade to today and that’s a regular day in this MF. I agree. But this was ten years ago, and I’d never seen it before. I was raised by and hustled under the code. Silence is golden. Snitching is forbidden. Self-snitching is absolute lunacy. Dummy. Y’all told on yourselves. As we all know, clout only evolved from there. I just want to state for the record that, unless you’re a public figure with 150K or more acolytes and get paid to turn a camera phone on, I hate the whole “live” experience – IG, FB, wherever. I understand going on live with others. But to go on just to look into your phone at yourself and reply to MF who comment on/at you? I can’t fade that. I’ve seen a young lady go on live with two people watching. Two whole people, y’all. Ole boy sitting by her called her out and she was unphased. I threw up a little in my throat area. It was disgusting. MF will straight up front with money that isn’t theirs, cars that aren’t theirs, homes that aren’t theirs, women that aren’t theirs – just to look a certain way on the damn blogs. I’m no type of medical professional, yet I’m convinced that this is some type of mental illness. It’s type spooky.
I didn’t even know what a troll was until about three years ago. Rather, I didn’t understand its depth. There’s a big difference between some pimple-faced, dickheaded kid just talking crazy on the net for a jolly and a person actually and actively trying to destroy a person. I respect the venom minus the reason/cause. I understand how shit goes. But I only respect it when it’s done in a confrontational manner. Chest to chest. Tough Tony MF are the absolute worst. Sadly, they are still able to be successful in ruining others’ lives. Y’all heard about that girl who kept encouraging that boy to kill himself and he went on ‘head and went out carbon monoxide style. Shit is vicious. That’s pure evil. I can’t fade it. It’s also absolutely cowardly. A MF can hide behind the anonymity of device screens and VPNs. Now, every sucker has a chance. I could do without that shit.
DICK RIDING IS SELF-EXPLANATORY. IT’S ALSO NON-CIPHER. THERE’S NO NEED FOR FURTHER COMMENT.
Last, but certainly not least, is perhaps the worst of them all – vanity/narcissism. RIP Kevin Samuels. Big ups to Melanie King (sorta of a female Kevin). They provide blunt but candid perspectives to a lot of individuals who aren’t living and thinking realistically. I’m not the type to talk bad about a woman or man. I am the type to remain cerebral and pragmatic in all circumstances. There are a lot of delusional women and men. Social media has given everyone the carte blanche to act like the sun rises when they wake up every morning. It has women on social media thinking it’s mandatory to shit on a man who makes under 150K a year. It has men on social media proclaiming that damn near every woman is little more than a possession. It has children on social media thinking they can move the way adults move. It has grandmothers on social media dressed and acting like they’re 22. It has young women with 400K IG followers faking like they’re living the glamorous life who still live in their childhood bedroom in their mama’s apartment in the Ps. My bro Mike Epps (DJ SHOWTIME) summed it up about five years ago when he said he knew girls that wouldn’t leave the club unless they had 150 likes on IG. That shit blew my mind. Ain’t a damn thing wrong with loving yourself. I love me some me. But I still maintain perspective. I am no more important than anyone else. When we premier our first production on HBO/Netflix, I’m going to keep the same energy. I love humility. I respect confidence. But I can’t fuck with the arrogance, vanity, narcissist shit. But at the end of the day, I’m just one man. I really can’t stomach the fact that there are kids coming up who believe that this is the way to go. It’s almost like casting them into the fire if they fall in love with this type of shit. Empathy and compassion are paramount, yet we exist in a world where the polar opposite is not only accepted but is also the standard. My God.
I could go on and on, but I’m not. This is simply an intro to why I wish there wasn’t an internet. It’s accelerated our mass destruction. I didn’t even mention the spread of misinformation and hate. But you get the picture. I sit back and see a bit more of the iceberg of humanity break off and descend into the ocean of purgatory daily. But maybe I’m just ‘noid. Y’all tell me.
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