Can I Talk My Sh*t Again? Pt. 3

I'm convinced that the world went mad in like 1995 and we're just now suffering from the post-partum effects. First on my hitlist is iBeer... I understand that if there wasn't a market for this stuff that they wouldnt sell it, but this might prove that there is nothing that doesn't have a market!!! For 3 dollars per download, you can turn your iphone into a virtual pilsner (a la screen saver aquariums) and this joint is somehow selling.


I cant hate though. If I could convince a venture capitalist to invest in bottling, manufacturing, and selling pre-orders of my spit, I would [pause]. Despite the strange nature of that statement, this might actually be the most homolarious (as invented by tripleOGCara) product on the market.


The only thing that has recently restored my faith in the genius of man is the Dark Knight Returns. Despite the fact that I loved comics as a youth, and again as a young adult, I would be very surprised if this joint doesn't end up in the next generation of film studies curriculae, next to The Wire. I haven't seen a movie do a more masterful job of combining superheroics, senseless violence, tragedy, romance, comedy, special effects and social commentary. It was definitely worth Cee's $10.50.

Upon finally listening to Nikki Jean's The Project (I can be as much of a audiosnob as Mr. Garr), I discovered that I'm addicted to a little joint called Sunshine on there and if you put it on repeat, I promise you will too.

Thanks to NBATV's coverage of Summer League ball in Orlando and Las Vegas, I've been able to completely ignore the more pressing matters in my daily grind. Its like 2 beasts and 8 malnourished niggas with dumpster juice for skills on each team playing their hearts out like the final four is 2 wins away. The gym is so empty that you can succintly hear the insults of the individual hecklers that dropped 20 bucks for 8 hours of wnba caliber ball. Speaking of the WNBA, I realized recently that I might really have an Amerie-level addiction to Candace Parker.



I also came to the realization that WNBA players make less than public school educators. The hall-of-fame caliber vets (Leslie, Swoopes, Thompson) arent even clearing six figures. I'm currently contemplating developing a documentary in the vein of Borat in which I travel to LA to find her and stunt this non-profit dough on young'n. I'm kidding. Sort of.

Last but not least, if any of you know me personally you know I have a competely heterosexual obsession with Rick Ross. When the news of him taking the definition of fraud to a HNL, broke on the seven internets I shouldnt have cared, because all rappers are liars and cartoon characters to some degree and the ones that aren't are too busy gooning to remain relevant. Yet, Ross' persona and adlibs were too fantastic and entertaining to ignore. Did I believe Ross was a young Carlito that escaped the vengeance of Benny Blanco? No. But I figured the streets of Dade County couldnt be completely amiss if it was ALL bs.


Damn William. I may never shave my head, grow a castaway beard, rock aviators and sell coke on collins ave again.

Let Me Talk My S@#% Again Part 2

I'm sure this is a moot point to you that have been used to his on-air lunacy, but Bill O'Reilly might have truly lost his mind...

From carpetbaggerreport.com:

At a minimum, I can’t help but think Bill O’Reilly needs to get out more. He explained the other day, on the air, that he and Al Sharpton had dinner together in Harlem, and O’Reilly was amazed by what he found. Regrettably, he wasn’t talking about the food.

“[W]e went to Sylvia’s, a very famous restaurant in Harlem. I had a great time, and all the people up there are tremendously respectful. They all watch The Factor. You know, when Sharpton and I walked in, it was like a big commotion and everything, but everybody was very nice.

“And I couldn’t get over the fact that there was no difference between Sylvia’s restaurant and any other restaurant in New York City. I mean, it was exactly the same, even though it’s run by blacks, primarily black patronship.

On the same program, O’Reilly was describing his experience to NPR’s Juan Williams. “There wasn’t one person in Sylvia’s who was screaming, ‘M-Fer, I want more iced tea,’” O’Reilly said, adding, “You know, I mean, everybody was — it was like going into an Italian restaurant in an all-white suburb in the sense of people were sitting there, and they were ordering and having fun. And there wasn’t any kind of craziness at all.”

It might not have been quite so offensive if O’Reilly didn’t sound so surprised.

What did O’Reilly expect to find in Harlem? Why does he assume that white people at a suburban Italian restaurant are civilized, but black people in Harlem may be prone to “craziness”?

Put it this way — if O’Reilly had gone to an all-white restaurant, would he have found it worth noting on the air that none of the patrons were screaming, “M-Fer, I want more iced tea”? I suspect not. Call it a hunch.

There’s also the broader context. If O’Reilly had never uttered racially insensitive remarks on the air before, one might be more inclined to find a more forgiving interpretation of these remarks. But Media Matters noted some of the Fox News blowhard’s recent tirades on race.

* On the June 7 edition of The O’Reilly Factor, O’Reilly said of Edwin Roy Hall — the man charged with murdering 18-year-old Kelsey Smith after abducting her from the parking lot of a Target store in Overland Park, Kansas: “[T]his guy who is charged has a child and a wife. You know, he’s like white-bread guy. And we’re all going, ‘What is that?’ ”

* On the August 16, 2006, edition of The O’Reilly Factor, O’Reilly argued extensively for “profiling of Muslims” at airports, arguing that detaining all “Muslims between the ages of 16 and 45″ for questioning “isn’t racial profiling,” but “criminal profiling.”

* During the April 12, 2006, broadcast of The Radio Factor, O’Reilly claimed that on the April 11 edition of The O’Reilly Factor, guest Charles Barron, a New York City councilman, had revealed the “hidden agenda” behind the current immigration debate, which, O’Reilly said, was “to wipe out ‘white privilege’ and to have the browning of America.” O’Reilly suggested that this “hidden agenda” included plans to let “people who live in the Caribbean, people who live in Africa and Asia … walk in and become citizens immediately.”

* In a February 27, 2006, conversation with a caller about the disproportionately few jobs and contracts that have gone to locals in the rebuilding of New Orleans, O’Reilly said: “[T]he homies, you know … I mean, they’re just not going to get the job.”
* On the September 13, 2005, broadcast of The Radio Factor, O’Reilly claimed that “many of the poor in New Orleans” did not evacuate the city before Hurricane Katrina because “[t]hey were drug-addicted” and “weren’t going to get turned off from their source.” O’Reilly added, “They were thugs.”

Can I Talk My S*** Again!?

Now being the 'Ye advocate that I am... I normally wouldnt bring these issues to light, however being that VMA Nom'd Justice didn't get their due props for best video, I gotta keep it funky. How's the Louie Vuitton Don going to bitch and moan about 'Stronger' (a truly dope video... if you've seen Akira and fantasize about Harajuku Cassie, otherwise... ehh) getting snubbed against Justice's "D.A.N.C.E.", but he clearly liked it enough to draw inspiration for "Good Life". What's next? Body paint and sparks flying in the video for "Big Brother", with a complimentary Jay feature... iunno bout it. Either way Good Life is a dope video, the video ho is doper, and Graduation is human crack in the flesh!