MNR Wednesday Night Fuckery: The Death of Gucci in Black America
I’m going on two weeks off reefa y’all. I can’t lie. I’m low key proud of meh self. I never thought I’d stop smoking. I love Mary. She was my first wife. But my true wife to be and I have plans for a better and comfortable future together. And I always said that the day cheeba became detrimental from an economic standpoint I would cease burning. That day came. I stuck to my word. I don’t miss it physically or psychologically like I thought I would. But I do miss being able to clear my head when shit gets overwhelming. I already analyze errthang to infinity. Now it’s infinity and beyond. I’m trying to increase my gym output but I’m tired after working two jobs a day. An hour or 1.5 is my max on a work day. I’m a whole 40. There’s only so much energy to go around. But I’ll figure it all out. As long as I have my baby’s support I’m good to go (Elephant Man voice). That’s forever and a day, by the way. She got me. My bros continue to hold me down like I’m still dead in the middle of the ciph. I appreciate their encouragement. It’s all mental. I mastered my square. I’m good money.
The high end apparel company Gucci has managed to punch the Black race square in the testicles with its blackface sweater, an unfortunate and painful reminder to the 19th and early 20th century when we were visually demeaned in publications and eventually on the big screen. What in The Birth of A Nation is this shit? Really? And you issue a fucking formal apology saying it was a mistake? Anyone with a shred of business acumen knows that this was contrived and absolutely meant to be. Companies spend heavy bread to gauge the temperature of the buying public. There’s extensive analysis done to determine marketing schemes and product placement. This was far from an accident. Please don’t consider us to be THAT stupid Gucci. And to add insult to injury, social media showed Floyd “King Coon” Mayweather going into and spending heavy bread at a Gucci boutique, then ignorantly dismissing it when confronted by an internet “journalist”and asked why he continues to support Cucci (no typo). Even an ignorant fool should know all the riches in the world don’t matter when it’s time to be judged. I consider Floyd to be worst than a card carrying KKK member. He’s a race trader. I damn near hate his fucking guts. I hope he dies in the ring when they throw the right dollar amount in his face to formally come out of retirement. You fucking sucker ass coon. The sad part is these kids and some dumbass millennials will use King Coon’s reasoning to continue to support a racist company. Cucci is laughing all the way to the bank on our dollar. It’s a damn shame.
Earlier today at the alternate place of employment, I was again confronted with a racist ass comment from a student. Hey, ignorance is bliss. I can take it from a ten year old. But it crushed me when my own supervisor placated the situation and didn’t at all have my back. I was humiliated and I felt completely ostracized for the skin I’m in (rest in power Mr. Curtis Flood). I need this chicken. I’m gon hold what I got until June 20whenever. I have no choice at the moment. But this shit really hurts. I was raised by a grandfather who was a diesel mechanic for a segregated American army in WWII. He was raised in rural Zuni, Virginia and witnessed and endured countless acts of absolute racism growing up post Depression era Jim Crow. I heard damn near every story. He raised me to be Black on both sides and indelibly proud of who I am. In that regard I remain steadfast and undaunted. Otherwise, today just set me back a lifetime in race relations. I love all my folk. Black, white, Hispanic, Asian, whatever. But if ion know you you’re a pilgrim to me. Poppy was right: The onliest good... My CEO can finish it for you. I’m the fuck up out this bitch. Angry as ever. Fuck it.