Monday Night Raw: The Intolerable Acts
The controversial Senate confirmation of beleaguered (self-inflicted) Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh is the culminating point of a process that has managed to further polarize a nation already teetering on the brink of catastrophic divide unseen since the Civil Rights Era. I’ll skip all the reasons we already know that are completely fucked up about all this chaos, mostly gender inequality and mistreatment. Listen, I respect every opinion, irrespective of yours (yes, I mean you). You can be angry AF about Kavanaugh’s confirmation after all the controversy or you can affirm your glee by leaning your dead (red) MAGA hat brim to the side like I do to show the patch on my New Era fitted baseball caps. I don’t give a shit. That’s the opinion our freedoms grant you. My concern, as a person who respects and appreciates the Constitution (outside the antiquated laws justifying us being chattel) and our political processes, is that the liberal/conservative divide is as visible as the Great Wall of China or former Berlin Wall. Personally, I don’t feel that voting should be completely indicative of party affiliation. If you are a liberal and like what a particular conservative politician has to offer, cast your vote in his/her favor. If you are a conservative who feels that a particular piece of local or state legislation represents the greater good in spite of being viewed as a liberal ideal, cast your vote in favor of. Laws aren’t partisan. I’ll leave that right there. This isn’t CNN. Anderson Cooper is my journalistic hero (since Channel One), but I sir, am no Anderson Cooper. I’m Anderson Cooper meets Larry David meets Khalid Abdul Muhammed. Chew on that.
That “I sir, am no Anderson Cooper” line is a thinly veiled reference to the end of the legendary quote from Lloyd Benson when replying to Dan Quayle in response to Quayle likening himself to JFK. And these media companies won’t give me a damn break. Fuck ‘em. I’m gon take mine. Same as I always have.
I’m saving the brunt of what I have to say about my next issue (topic) for Crew UnB’s first podcast (hint hint Mr. CEIZZO), but it’s obvious that Yeezy (Ye, Kanye, Dumbass) is on hard drugs. I really wish Mama Donda were still alive (Panther Pride). I’m quite certain she’d have something to say. Starting with his wife. Ending with his MAGA hat.
I completely fucking hate that acronym. Eat a dick, MAGA. And all your demon loyalists. But they are entitled to being demons. And I’m entitled to being able to say do a chin-up on my John Shaft.
Everyone knows I’m a weirdo. And rightfully so. I’m a neurotic, shell-shocked former drug dealer who survived absolute juvenile hell. I got it honest. Soooo....here comes the “Completely Random” section of the blog. These topics may not be in today’s headlines (one possibly) but they’re swimming in my Pacific sized aquarium of thoughts. Leggo.
As an absolute rap junkie, I’m always mentally wrestling with random “Greatest Of...” lists. I mean, shit. The music (not the culture) is approaching 40 (Fatback Band’s “King Tim III Personality Jock” was actually the first commercially released rap song not Rapper’s Delight, both released in ‘79) . There’s A LOT of material to judge. So almost any all-time list can and will be scrutinized heavily. Having said all that, Brad “Scarface” Jordan’s second verse on “My Mind’s Playing Tricks On Me” is a Top 25 verse all-time in my opinion. In a song with four A-1 verses (2 Scarface 1 Willie D. 1 Bushwick Bill), each unique and haunting tales of Black man paranoia, his second verse blew the other three out the water. Most people remember Bill’s verse because it was more appealing. It was. But Face penned a verse of hard medicine. Mucinex. Buckley’s. You dread taking it but you know deep down you have to for your own health. “Day by day it’s more impossible to cope. I feel like I’m the one that’s doing dope. Can’t keep a steady hand because I’m nervous. Every Sunday morning I’m in service...”. And when he goes on to talk about how he lost his lady due to lack of trust (real hustling damn near kills all trust on damn near every level), any adult can relate. “Now she’s back with her mother. Now I’m realizing that I love her...”. There’s something in the delivery that sticks to you. Bill rapped about Halloween but that Face verse continues to haunt to this day.
Is Robert Kelly the new Bobby Womack?
Is Christian Yelich the 2018 MLB National League MVP? He better be. He won the batting title, and came within 2 homers and 1 RBI of winning the triple crown, a feat unseen in the NL since 1937. He was Mr. Clutch down the stretch for a team that has already booked a reservation at the NLCS. AND, his 7 yr/49 M contract is an absolute steal in any sport. My question is this: ya think our old Cap’n #2 regrets shipping him off to Milwaukee when he took over operations for the Marlins? Ha...
The book is here y’all. I said THE BOOK IS HERE!!! Well, I actually just proofed it. But I’m taking pre-orders. In Search of Serendipity: The Rebirth of Love’s Possibility. It’s a book of love poetry that all persons in any walk of life can relate to. It’s ready to move. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. You are going to love it. It’s tailored to the lover in you.
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