tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58425149506369192342024-02-18T18:01:40.241-08:00Crooked Straight | Sports, Kicks, Poker, Money, MusicThe Herohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03662757295331678003noreply@blogger.comBlogger4448125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-67872337809390964462018-01-31T21:03:00.000-08:002018-02-02T10:14:29.870-08:00CreateBeing a writer—whether self-styled or laureled around the globe—is a strange thing. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Courtesy <a href="http://www.uottawa.ca/en" target="_blank">U of Ottawa</a></i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Everyone has an inner monologue, but a writer’s is different. It speaks in the cadence of an essay. Sipping a strong drink leads you to ponder “the injection of liquid nitrogen into your bloodstream”; a sad young girl standing at a bus stop becomes “the imploded soul smoldering behind the veneer of a Dolce & Gabbana dress her stepmother bought her for Christmas.” Your neighbor’s puppy? “A small cloud of golden fur and paws, engulfing any living thing near enough to share energy and intrigue.” <br />
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We’re just wired differently, our synapses preconditioned to firing in such a way as to illuminate the information passing through them with vigor and flourish. We need to create.<br />
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With the exception of the few weeks I spent recanting my trip to Florida for a wedding last spring, I’ve done zero creative writing over the past year—nearly two years, in fact. And without a blank Word document to regularly pour my foaming head into, the sound has become maddening at times. I need an outlet. As Chris Hardwick is fond of saying, I need to go out and create a thing. And I’m single, childless, and far from rich enough to wander self-destructively through Hollywood, so blogging it is.<br />
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As for the venue, well that’s trickier than you might think. Crooked Straight seems like an obvious choice, given the obvious reasons. But the original intent of the site was entertainment and culture; a place where you could see a scantily-clad, little-known model, download a Kanye album, or watch a funny meme take shape<b>*</b>. The random, probably-boring-to-everyone-other-than-me thoughts in my head? Nah.<br />
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[<b>*</b>If Kev, TJ, and I had any real follow-through, this place would’ve been a force in the world of online media. The talent was there, but life and peripherals got in our way. If only blogging had a <i>30 for 30</i>.]<br />
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…but I still have the keys to the joint. And it’s not like the site’s being used for anything else. So, for now, I’ll post here. At least until I find some other corner of the internet to mumble to myself in. Then I’ll leave CS to the ghosts of bikini model aspirations and hood rich rap dreams.<br />
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But at least I’ll be creating.The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-30774926375606114172016-08-04T21:42:00.004-07:002016-08-04T21:47:57.462-07:005 Things I Think[<i>stealing Justin's idea from last year...</i>]<br />
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<ul><li>Watching <a href="http://www.cc.com/video-clips/pflpix/jeff-ross-presents-roast-battle-roast-battle---sarah-tiana-vs--earl-skakel" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>Sarah Tiana vs. Earl Skakel</b></a> in the semi-finals of the <i>Roast Battle</i> last weekend is the closest I'll ever come to being someone in the audience when B. Rabbit obliterates Poppa Doc in the final battle of <i>8 Mile</i>.<br />
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<li><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQYIwgni8vAwyoucHa-oFVay1lwZWMtayocgnn__l6YhdtITf5C-uAbb0Q7bFnyO9n30qQPuxzr7vAF1xtwOkh6urw6XsNjtHs6jPr88peS3BRUj-ENENQ3Q2P-QrOpQor-V6kglO8SE/s1600/40dd99ef41f04c3e0e59004bf9621262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQYIwgni8vAwyoucHa-oFVay1lwZWMtayocgnn__l6YhdtITf5C-uAbb0Q7bFnyO9n30qQPuxzr7vAF1xtwOkh6urw6XsNjtHs6jPr88peS3BRUj-ENENQ3Q2P-QrOpQor-V6kglO8SE/s200/40dd99ef41f04c3e0e59004bf9621262.jpg" width="150" /></a>There are three categories of Trump supporters: (1.) <a href="https://youtu.be/R9YPYRaeTW0" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b><i>The willfully ignorant</b></a>.</i> These are the cretans being led by their noses, susceptible to the the fear-mongering his campaign has hosed them down with . (2.) <i>The white nationalists.</i> These are the political racists, all too happy that someone on so grand a stage has given their extremist views a voice. (3.) <i>The greedy capitalists.</i> These are the 1%ers, who are willing to turn a blind eye to the ignorance and overt racism, because Trump being in power will mean they can enjoy more tax cuts and more absurdity of wealth without having to contribute anything back to society.<br />
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<li>Trump didn't invent GOP fearmongering. Let's not kid ourselves--we're witnessing the evolutionary byproduct of Karl Rove's political strategies, the blueprint that led to eight years of Dubya sitting in the oval office, repeatedly embarrassing our country.<br />
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<li>I miss writing. I really do. The past few days I've found myself wistfully reading through old <a href="http://crookedstraightdrunks.blogspot.com/" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>On the Rocks</b></a> posts. Though the feelings of longing that those tales bring about have as much to do with missing my youth as much as missing my keyboard.<br />
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<li><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ONiBDFxFGPH0qUv-uibEP6oa-nUE6j_WEQtp2NkdU5nRQIYMEzls4jyIRSiynedScw-E6mSYUZUXKk2MLDQQ6cRx6bmaXHvjcVLhMPjvfZ41EwVUbnME35ojTLIsGgHqaBElEV0dPzk/s1600/cathat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ONiBDFxFGPH0qUv-uibEP6oa-nUE6j_WEQtp2NkdU5nRQIYMEzls4jyIRSiynedScw-E6mSYUZUXKk2MLDQQ6cRx6bmaXHvjcVLhMPjvfZ41EwVUbnME35ojTLIsGgHqaBElEV0dPzk/s200/cathat.jpg" width="200" /></a>Parties should never have structure. Some people have a hard time with that. They want parties to have themes, and each guest to have an all-in mentality. You can't structure fun. Just let people get together, pour a drink, and relax.</li>
</ul>The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-75150781917675730992016-05-12T22:52:00.000-07:002016-05-17T21:42:39.676-07:00Strike up the Band?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-D89V19vJX5n7XbhLwIRCbT41Y16WjFG2CAYe-sKj9_Zis1_HG1MSXuG_r15ZxoARSPflVjUhpguKtomwoG4he_XgvLsmWPxlGb-fycCv6KIS8KXkWWWYRP1H-zIfDNtH3CruTXr4VFw/s1600/ruins-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-D89V19vJX5n7XbhLwIRCbT41Y16WjFG2CAYe-sKj9_Zis1_HG1MSXuG_r15ZxoARSPflVjUhpguKtomwoG4he_XgvLsmWPxlGb-fycCv6KIS8KXkWWWYRP1H-zIfDNtH3CruTXr4VFw/s400/ruins-02.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
I need a whiskey stipend. I get paid well enough and all, but… What’s wrong with getting an extra $100—after taxes—each paycheck, that's devoted specifically to a good bottle of whiskey? Not a damn thing that I can see.<br />
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*<i>blows dust off bar stool</i>*<br />
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*<i>pulls it out and plops down</i>*<br />
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If anyone out there is reading this; no, you’re not seeing a ghost. I’m still around. I miss this place. TJ mentioned our old Rummy awards the other day, and my mind traced way back to 10 months ago when those were still a thing. Good times.<br />
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I think you can actually guess what happened [<i>Well, if you’re over 30 you can; if you’re younger than that…god bless. You have no idea how things both simultaneously speed up and slow down in the years ahead. It really, really sucks a rhino’s ass.</i>]: Life got me. <br />
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No, I’m not married. Or engaged. Or in a relationship. And no, no kids. I always thought those were the harbingers of the misery people older than me seemed to be in. But they’re just accessories to the crime. The real villain? Complacency. <br />
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I’ve grown accustomed to everything in my daily life. Wake up. Play Angry Birds. Get showered. Brush teeth. Shave (maybe). Go to work. Work. Yell at a computer screen. Work. Hate life. Come home. TV/video games. Brush teeth. Go to bed. Repeat.<br />
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Notice that writing isn’t nestled anywhere in there?<br />
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Writing is my true love. If life were a movie, writing would be the girl next door who I was cool with my whole life, messed around with in college, and then didn’t realize until my early adulthood that I truly had feelings for. We never really could find a way to put our differences aside and make it official between us. She stood by me through good times and bad; but, as time marched on and life—as it always does—got more complicated, I neglected her. And, heartbroken, she left. <br />
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I want us to be together, writing. Forever, and truly. But I’ve got to get my shit together. We both know it. And holding you back while I do that, it’s just not fair to you. So here we are, standing in the rain. Me with my 2010 Dell Insperion keyboard. You with your empty blog fields. Why can’t we just make it all right? Why can’t we make it happen?<br />
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…By the way, if you’re wondering where all of this is going, and why it’s gone where it has, then just let me say I’m in the same boat. Where are we? What day is it?<br />
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Okay, I’ll stop f’ing around with you now. The bottom line is that my drinking stories have stopped because I’m too tired/lazy/malcontent to type and publish them. The blog, as a whole, has stopped, because I can’t <strike>be bothered to</strike> squeeze time into my daily schedule to post things. <br />
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Look, I don’t want this site to die. Maybe it’s just my penchant for holding onto the past (don’t know if you’ve picked up on that from my having a blog specifically dedicated to my drinking stories…), but this site has been a big part of my life for eight plus years. When it first started in 2007, I thought that by 2016 we’d be the next BuzzFeed. We were SO close. I blame TJ, really.<br />
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TJ. He made an offhand remark months ago about me dragging out this site’s life for longer than I should have. Well, contrary to <i>his</i> understanding of the world, I don’t have to conform to his personal qualms with the world around him. The fact that his social and economic dynamics don’t allow him to allow himself expression through written word, and through sharing stories about his past/present, is a sad one. But it has no bearing on whether my social and economic dynamics do the same to me. So, as much as I love the man like a Jewish brother neither of my parents can comfortably explain, his opinion on this particular matter means jack shit to me. <br />
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And let no one think that it caused my withdrawal from Crooked Straight. I read it, brushed it off, and kept moving. But life… Life got me.<br />
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Maybe I’ll find my way back. Over a year ago, The Hero basically bequeathed the site to me. So it’s future, if there is one, is in my hands. And all I can tell you at this moment is: I don’t know. The first step would have to involve quitting my job. At a minimum, a change in the management structure at said job would have to happen. The second step might have to involve a winning PowerBall ticket. Of course, then I’d probably be too busy cruising the Mediterranean with my wife, <a href="http://crookedstraight.blogspot.com/2014/08/tail-report-hiromi-oshima.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Hiromi Oshima</span></b></a>, on our mega yacht… <br />
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I’d probably hire TJ to type up blog posts for me, though.The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-57672498876904291442016-01-28T09:18:00.003-08:002016-01-28T09:18:40.151-08:00Respect My Gangsta: Neil deGrasse TysonPreach! This dumbing down of the populace has <i>got</i> to stop.<br />
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Unlike most people these days, I still rely on CDs for my daily driving’s soundtrack. My car, built in 2002 and in my life since 2004, is not equipped with a means of playing digital music, and even predates the day satellite radio became a standard feature. This fact has been mildly annoying to me for the past 10 years, and recently my self-piteous complaints about it had grown in frequency with each passing day. Then, probably shortly after they reached critical mass—around Thanksgiving—my CD player stopped working. <br />
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Well…shit.<br />
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Out of desire to serve penance (or maybe because I’m lazy; you decide), I have yet to take the problem to my mechanic to fix. Two months of no CDs means two months of radio—which is two months too many.<br />
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I haven’t listened to the radio regularly since buying this car [<i>I really only listened regularly for a period where the cassette player in my previous car broke and there was nothing else; don’t bother raising your hand if you sense a pattern</i>], and for good reason. I have settled into my “old fuddy-duddy” stage of life nicely, and have no desire to assault my eardrums with the likes of Justin Bieber and Pitbull. I’ll take another replay of my mix CD with a Cormega freestyle and an unreleased Talib Kweli track from 2006, please and thank you.<br />
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Now I don’t have that luxury which I so callously cursed. Instead I have two stations of top-40 and another of rock and alternative [<i>Note: if Pittsburgh still has a hip-hop/"urban" channel, I’ll be damned if I know what it is</i>]. And I’ve come to a few conclusions while enduring this psychological experiment of juggling the most limited musical options the first world has seen in the past 60 years. I now lay them out for you, in no specific order.<br />
<ol><li><b><i>Taylor Swift’s secret of success.</i></b> <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9T7VdqhlgTg1yue0IkeIeZ54UgxfYFexC-rdHfrqEiosn3i54pAqXJujPt0TGM2otwyab-X3QKRhTUAstwlsk-NkBJYv8GL8kW1elnWtly1L_OJSa8_xQJU4bMANrJ8i6lIlnleq8ps/s1600/swift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9T7VdqhlgTg1yue0IkeIeZ54UgxfYFexC-rdHfrqEiosn3i54pAqXJujPt0TGM2otwyab-X3QKRhTUAstwlsk-NkBJYv8GL8kW1elnWtly1L_OJSa8_xQJU4bMANrJ8i6lIlnleq8ps/s200/swift.jpg" /></a>She’s not a good lyricist. She’s really not that good of a singer. And, on the shallow male side of things, she’s not that attractive. Real world “7,” but a celeb “5.” So the normal reasons for a woman reaching pop stardom in this nation don’t apply. But Taylor has something no one else does: a brilliant strategy built around prolificacy. <br />
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In the old days—when I was the age of her target audience—flooding the market with your songs was a good way to flameout. Oversaturation meant listeners soon grew tired of hearing you, and would then seek out other artists to play in their Walkmans. But today’s paying audience—millennials—have attention spans the size of an ant’s dick, and as a result frequency is now much more important to keep a presence in the market. <br />
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The true cleverness of Swift, though, is that she folds variety into the repetitiveness. Today I heard no fewer than four different Taylor Swift songs on the two top-40 stations during my one hour of drive time. And while I certainly heard some individual songs by other artists more times during that same timespan, Swift’s tracks came in as a fresh palate cleanse each time, to the point that I often forgot I’d just heard them 24 hours earlier. Think of it like M&Ms; we all know that no matter what color they are, they’ll taste the same. But if you’re given a choice between a bag that's only oranges and a bag that's a regular mixture of different colors, which will you choose?<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzLMs0MG67y6EJGP9BsOk7gPcBwe5o6NQetVFxKF-f35c_G40vMBXy83T8Qrrgcaq7043mADuzEIzRR63tO5SwWZiLqWtjLRb3muEaMdT0rrlTvH5kQFiz4RUBDFk7TsSPUdPgSJCVBVo/s1600/stock-vector-we-can-do-it-iconic-woman-s-fist-symbol-of-female-power-and-industry-cartoon-woman-with-can-do-244865545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzLMs0MG67y6EJGP9BsOk7gPcBwe5o6NQetVFxKF-f35c_G40vMBXy83T8Qrrgcaq7043mADuzEIzRR63tO5SwWZiLqWtjLRb3muEaMdT0rrlTvH5kQFiz4RUBDFk7TsSPUdPgSJCVBVo/s200/stock-vector-we-can-do-it-iconic-woman-s-fist-symbol-of-female-power-and-industry-cartoon-woman-with-can-do-244865545.jpg" /></a>Michael was the king, but the king is dead (RIP). In today’s pop world, guys seem to come across as inauthentic. I really don’t care that Shawn Mendes is tired of some girl’s kisses. One Direction got me to listen to a song once, but mostly because I was daydreaming and not paying attention to whatever they were whining about. I now change the station if I hear it coming on again. Nick Jonas’ “Jealous” is actually pretty good production-wise, but that’s mostly because it sounds like an Usher track from 15 years ago. The lyrics, though, sound like a sixth-grader talking about a crush. <br />
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But <strike>if</strike> when Demi Lovato’s “<b><a href="https://youtu.be/cwLRQn61oUY" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank">Confident</a></b>,” Selena Gomez’s “<b><a href="https://youtu.be/9h30Bx4Klxg" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank">Same Old Love</a></b>,” and Ellie Goulding’s “<a href="https://youtu.be/H202k7KfZL0" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>On My Mind</b></a>” spin up, I’m hitting the volume up button and cheering them on. Alessia Cara and Elle King might be two huge stars in the making, if they can keep churning out genuine artistry like “<b><a href="https://youtu.be/UKp2CrfmVfw" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank">Here</a></b>” and “<b><a href="https://youtu.be/0uLI6BnVh6w" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank">Exes and Ohs</a></b>” (the lyricism of the latter is just pure genius). <br />
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Maybe it’s just me. It’s probably just me. But I believe Demi’s self-assertiveness. I mentally high-five Selena while she rids herself of some jerk (it’s Bieber every single time in my mind). Ellie is plagued by emotions after a hookup. Who hasn’t been through that? I can listen to these ladies all day—especially if it means Bieber and Pitbull don’t get airtime.<br />
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<li><b><i>...But at least one of those women doesn’t belong in it.</i></b><br />
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Prior to this sudden immersion into the world of current music, I’d never heard an Adele song. My friends say I had to have been in some place or watched some show where she was warbling out one of her tunes. I honestly don’t think that’s true; but if it is, it says even more that I didn’t take notice. Hearing “Hello” come echoing over my speakers for the first time, I was mesmerized…by <a href="https://twitter.com/CS_Defi/status/672838715060940800" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>how indistinctive it was</b></a>.<br />
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The production’s okay, and at first I thought it was part of the formula that made her famous. Then I heard “We Were Young.” Yeah, no. She might as well have Will Ferrell standing behind her with a cowbell in the recording booth. <br />
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The one thing left that could possibly explain the kind of acclaim she receives is lyrics. But there’s no winning work here, either. In “Hello,” she decides that the guy she broke up with years ago “clearly” isn’t upset anymore, because he’s not answering her phone call.<br />
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Ummm…what? <br />
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If there’s anything spectacular about Adele’s lyrics, it’s the sheer narcissistic delusion it takes to draw the conclusion that the person she knows she hurt years ago must be over it, because he doesn’t want to talk to her. If he was truly hurt, he’d be dying to hear the sound of her voice, right? He’d be waiting feverishly for the day she came back? Fuck. Outta. Here.<br />
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<li><b><i>The Weeknd is a powerhouse, and the only exception to #2.</i></b><br />
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I was hesitant when the first few bars of “<b><a href="https://youtu.be/2iFa5We6zqw" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank">In the Night</a></b>” first strode confidently through my speakers—An 80’s retread? I thought we left that kind of stuff back in the 90s?—but I was quickly hooked, pushing my Members Only sleeves up and bobbing my head to the beat. <br />
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To this point, there’s only one The Weeknd song I have a problem with, and that problem has nothing to do with The Weeknd himself. But I can never hear “<b><a href="https://youtu.be/KEI4qSrkPAs" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank">Can’t Feel My Face</a></b>” and not picture Tom Cruise singing it. Damn it all to hell.<br />
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<li><i><b>Hip-hop is no longer pop. </b></i><br />
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Compare that to my last regular exposure to radio, when Ludacris, Em, Jay-Z, Nelly, Chingy, and even Snoop Dogg were regularly spreading hip-hop’s growing empire across the bubblegum territories of pop. Now hip-hop’s been brushed aside, and the “non-conformists” are young white women (Adele, Alessia Cara). <br />
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Is this only what it’s like in Pittsburgh? How am I the only one seeing it? Did police unions take over pop music stations, locking up and killing off all of the young hip-hop artists? The hell? </li>
</ol>*<i>sigh</i>* I really need to get my car to the mechanic. *<i>turns up Selena Gomez</i>*The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-31356782011794113012016-01-13T22:19:00.000-08:002016-01-13T22:28:50.278-08:00If I Win This Powerball I'm Going To Be Petty As FuckSo this Powerball shit is now (as of 1/13/16) 1.3 BILLION dollars. With that kind of windfall most of us have wondered what we would do if we won that type of money. Truth is, most of us are going to be broke and tap dancing for nickels within 2 years. Whether it be from M.C. Hammeritis (being too fucking generous) or thinking money has suddenly made us into Warren Buffet (over-estimating our own business savvy) we gonna blow through that shit like that chick I dated who told me she blew a basketball team.<br />
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But for shits and giggles this is what I would do if I won<br />
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<li>I would go to work and blast the loudest, crazy hyped up, nastiest, angry, ridiculous hip hop.I'm talking Love In Your Mouth (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XblF49ltwjs" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XblF49ltwjs</a>), Down Bottom (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAlpG7kODzg" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAlpG7kODzg</a>), Neva Eva (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WrCfPBV6uY" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WrCfPBV6uY</a>) etc etc and dare a motherfucka to say some shit.</li>
<li>I would go to the nearest dealership and buy a Bugatti JUST SO I CAN SNAPCHAT MYSELF SCREAMING "I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI". Then take that shit right back (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djE-BLrdDDc" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djE-BLrdDDc</a>)</li>
<li>I would open a Waffle House cause I love grits and shit</li>
<li>I would learn how to say NO in as many languages as possible because I'm giving none of you SHIT. I don't give a fiddly fuck about your idea for a new chain of fried chicken joints or the record label you want to start. I mean even in Consuela voice. "No, noooooo I no give Mr. Peter"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7NaCwNCT-Am7dhoWo0SVhdl0hq8g_2opPvK9953_4MEz0pjQfzVn1iGiyw6oONJd_pN6nnDVxVQricL9UBnb3VaaeJ6frAUJIkTB5JGfnDrcBaPn5skDHJXmvN2hGfBsKKmgZdhwcmc/s1600/consuela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7NaCwNCT-Am7dhoWo0SVhdl0hq8g_2opPvK9953_4MEz0pjQfzVn1iGiyw6oONJd_pN6nnDVxVQricL9UBnb3VaaeJ6frAUJIkTB5JGfnDrcBaPn5skDHJXmvN2hGfBsKKmgZdhwcmc/s320/consuela.jpg" width="320" /></a></li>
<li>Anytime they want me to take a picture of me with the check or for promotional purposes I'm whipping my dick out. EVERYTIME</li>
<li>I'd find every person who I hate, offer them a job and then fire that ass IMMEDIATELY (grand opening, grand closing)</li>
<li>Buy a Jerome.</li>
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Yes this cat right there...Because if I'm going to live the life of a light skinned cat, Morris Day ain't a bad choice at all. Plus that means I could bust out The Bird and Jungle Love anytime I wanted at work.<br />
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So why am I posting it? Well, mostly because I'm writing this at 12:30 Wednesday night, I haven't put up a Throwback track in three weeks, and I'm lazy. <br />
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But I've chosen <i>this</i> instead of an MC Hammer track because I know people—whose opinions on music I trust—who love this song. So turn up the volume. Hopefully you'll find what those people found in it.<br />
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I don't know if you've heard about <i>You're the Worst</i>. These days, you can barely tell what has reached the people from what hasn't. One second critics are hailing shows like <i>Mr. Robot</i>, the next execs are cancelling <i>Community</i> (I'll never forgive you for that, NBC).<br />
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Here's the thing, though: You <i>should</i> have heard about <i>You're the Worst</i>, because it's kind of the best. Currently running its second season, the FXX sitcom features some of the best writing and acting available for consumption on television these days. Even more striking, it features female characters that dominate every scene they touch, with a ferocious sense of self-worth tempered by a jolting self-awareness. People who get paid to talk about entertainment these days normally eat that stuff up. Or, at the very least, they claim to.<br />
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But the most dynamic character on the show is not a star, or featured character. It's <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0807506/?ref_=nv_sr_1" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b><span>Brandon Mychal Smith</span></b></a>'s "Sam," a hardcore rap artist with a firm command of both vocabulary and life.<br />
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On this woefully unappreciated sitcom, on a TV station whose name sounds like an aisle sign in Radio Shack, we have found the most unabashedly unique black character in our modern generation. Sam does not tap dance for the white people who surround him in nearly every scene, nor does he impose physical violence upon them as a means of self-affirmation. He's an educated and strong man, who proudly defines the world around him instead of letting it define him.<br />
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I pray this show survives to keep bringing its excellent timing and hilarious dialogue for several more years. And more importantly, to teach screenwriters in Hollywood that a black character can not only work, but excel when not forced to fit into one of the few predefined categories that they're most comfortable with.The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-85621160216838913112015-10-21T17:51:00.002-07:002015-10-21T21:00:39.331-07:00Damnit White People, You're Mad at Star Wars Now?!?!?!<div>This just has to be Trolling...it HAS to be.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So #BoycottStarWarsVII is a "thing" and it makes me want to slap someone. By thing I mean people are trying to start a movement to boycott the movie because a black Storm Trooper is somehow unfathomable and the fact that he is a main character is somehow an affront to white people (again this just HAS to be trolling).</div><div><br />
</div><div>Space Darkies in a fictitious cinematic universe threatens the power of white people in America.</div><div><br />
</div><div>JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL</div><div><br />
</div><div>Look, let me explain this to you. Happening to have a Darkie in a lead role in a fictional movie that exists in a galaxy far far away is not White Genocide. Nevermind genocide has a very specific meaning </div><div><br />
<blockquote><i>genocide</i><br />
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the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation.<br />
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</div><div>Last time I checked no one was ethnically cleansing white folks in America. No one is rounding white folks up and sending them to gas chambers. So stop that silly shit.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Mind you this isn't the first time this has happened in film.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So let me get this straight</div><div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This bothers you <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgKD6OWbCvck1iBG187qFSYSPKkfDne7hQLiiiEYu6hdrsE6yAMvLYyT04JOftoYE_cw3rm1_8fwWrGUeebrBcxiQiDaQi3RHuaX2dJfbQLCJxjo7m46vWCtA6ZY22JsSeJzxIxbtYPg/s1600/Rue-hunger-games.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgKD6OWbCvck1iBG187qFSYSPKkfDne7hQLiiiEYu6hdrsE6yAMvLYyT04JOftoYE_cw3rm1_8fwWrGUeebrBcxiQiDaQi3RHuaX2dJfbQLCJxjo7m46vWCtA6ZY22JsSeJzxIxbtYPg/s320/Rue-hunger-games.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But this shit is totally acceptable<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRqoFn8HrsKLu_RmLkLna6hpHbfWCd74nl0RtWGcoiJqnWk9_HkR0321BNMZafOM_VWTSdsbzYU1zdbvlQnHbiKrsPlxqcMCI4RostvuCX3gPsVo3C5sHZEqnaIbQ6sCLZ-otlDHHGic/s1600/exodus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRqoFn8HrsKLu_RmLkLna6hpHbfWCd74nl0RtWGcoiJqnWk9_HkR0321BNMZafOM_VWTSdsbzYU1zdbvlQnHbiKrsPlxqcMCI4RostvuCX3gPsVo3C5sHZEqnaIbQ6sCLZ-otlDHHGic/s320/exodus.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What kind of ass backwardness is this? Especially when you are busy white washing ancient Egypt, you're doing it at a place that ACTUALLY EXISTS. WITH REAL PEOPLE WITH REAL FUCKING FEATURES.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This brand of racism pisses me off not because it's racist but because it's lazy as fuck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you wanna get worried about the position of white people in this country because black and brown people will soon outnumber you. AT LEAST THAT SHIT IS BASED IN REALITY. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is just lazy in every sense of the word.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Don't give me the bullshit about black Storm Troopers not being canon because of the Clone Wars. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. everything you know about canon is no longer so due to the jettisoning of the Expanded Universe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. the time period of the new movie is like 30 years after the events of Return of The Jedi. Fett Daddy's clones would be at least 50. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Unless you kept making clones of the same fucker you are going to need new recruits and in a galaxy with multiple life having planets it's pretty plausible one of those systems had break dancing watermelon eating darkies on it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This just HAS to be trolling. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And it works because people have actually gotten pissed about shit like this mind you people actually argued if a black storm trooper was possible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lawd help these idiots</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-60620239074058535732015-10-19T06:05:00.000-07:002015-10-19T06:05:00.118-07:00Monday Kickstart: InspirationIt's 2015, and <a href="https://twitter.com/VidaGuerra" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>Vida Guerra</b></a> is still one of the hottest women on the planet. If you haven't seen much of her lately, and subsequently thought maybe she'd fallen off, just give her Snapchat a follow (iamvidaguerra). Though, as amazing as her feed is, I almost feel like Vida shouldn't be on Snapchat. It feels almost disrespectful that any photo or video of her should ever be deleted.<br />
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<center><blockquote class="twitter-video" lang="en"><div dir="ltr" lang="en">Dance with me? <a href="http://t.co/IUrUojx2fK">pic.twitter.com/IUrUojx2fK</a></div>— Vida Guerra (@VidaGuerra) <a href="https://twitter.com/VidaGuerra/status/653268907529105408">October 11, 2015</a></blockquote><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script><br />
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You can't kill my vibe, Monday. Let's go.The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-20813919225729702122015-10-13T21:54:00.001-07:002015-10-13T21:54:36.122-07:00Rough WatersThis is easily the whitest thing you'll ever see: Two drunk girls fighting while white water rafting in North Carolina.<br />
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The link above has three other commercials they've created with Yrjö. This guy needs his own TV show. I guarantee it lasts longer than that Geico caveman show. Though that's not really saying much.<br />
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Let's go.The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-50589853876232062992015-09-28T06:05:00.000-07:002015-09-28T06:05:00.177-07:00Monday Kickstart: InspirationIf you're a fan of <i>Gotham</i>, you'll recognize this week's inspiration as the stunning—and deliciously vicious—Tabitha Galavan.<br />
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Let's go.The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-16034568557276875182015-09-28T06:00:00.000-07:002015-09-28T06:00:00.982-07:00Monday Kickstart: Can You Dig It?This will make you simultaneously happy and sad. The crew from <i>The Warriors</i> got together for one last ride home to Coney Island.<br />
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The fact that they're all in their 50s and 60s now es no bueno. And in today's Hollywood, where every old film is being remade, how has <i>Warriors</i> been overlooked? It's a seminal piece of pop culture. <br />
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Maybe, then, the fact that it hasn't been remade is a good thing. Maybe it's the last sacred piece of film art on the planet. Maybe it should serve as an enduring inspiration, a shimmering monument to originality and creativity.<br />
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...But we'll probably hear about them shooting a remake starring Justin Bieber in a month or two. *<i>sigh</i>* Let's go.The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-13333779795329679422015-09-25T13:30:00.000-07:002015-09-25T18:01:33.883-07:00It's the WeekendTime to get your head in the game...<br />
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The amount of hustle it took to put together this video is insane. To get the private homeowner to let them use her place was impressive enough (and kudos to her for asking that, in return, donations be made to Planned Parenthood), but to get a Lamborghini dealer to let you take an Aventador out on the road for free? Dicky got game.The D.E.F.I.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254078157618574540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842514950636919234.post-18198112970664271002015-09-17T10:00:00.000-07:002015-09-17T10:00:00.897-07:00Throwback Thursday: "Gin and Juice" — Snoop DoggOne of those rare cases where a song was popular long before it was ever released as a single. An instant classic, people were bumping this the second Doggystyle got released. <br />
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</h2>Zach Hammond, 19 years old, was fatally shot and killed by the police, seemingly over 10 grams of weed.<br />
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The police playbook has been opened and in full effect. Blah blah I was in danger, he tried to ram me with his car blah blah blah.<br />
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Now I am not making light of this situation. A young man lost his life under iffy circumstances at best and it appears he was a victim of excessive force and the engine of defense that more often times than not leaves police officers unaccountable for their actions is tuned up and going strong.<br />
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What is pissing me off here is his parents injecting race into the conversation because, minor detail, Zach is white. His parents are upset at the lack of a national outcry about their sons death (which they should be) but <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2015/08/06/an-unarmed-white-teen-was-shot-dead-by-police-his-family-asks-where-is-the-outrage/" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>it's directed at the wrong people</b></a>.<br />
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<blockquote>“It’s sad, but I think the reason is, unfortunately, the media and our government officials have treated the death of an unarmed white teenager differently than they would have if this were a death of an unarmed black teen,” Bland told The Washington Post this week. “The hypocrisy that has been shown toward this is really disconcerting.”</blockquote><br />
So lets read the coded language and general misunderstanding of reality involved in this statement.<br />
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By media do you mean the same media that couldn't wait to find the most unflattering pictures of victims as possible, de-humanizing them. How can you find sympathy for criminals? So Trayvon Martin was a thug who needed no sympathy to the point where people, through social media, <a href="http://www.snopes.com/photos/politics/martin.asp" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>attributed a picture of the rapper The Game as Trayvon</b></a>.<br />
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Or the same media that couldn't wait to remind you Eric Garner sold loose cigarettes.<br />
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Or that Walter Scott owed back child support and how many time he was arrested.<br />
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Or that Michael Brown was a weed fueled animal who strong arm robbed a convenience store, tried to steal a cops gun and then charged after the cop after being shot.<br />
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<blockquote>"At this point it looked like he was almost bulking up to run through the shots, like it was making him mad that I’m shooting at him. And the face that he had was looking straight through me, like I wasn’t even there, I wasn’t even anything in his way." <br />
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<i>- Darren Wilson's Grand Jury Testimoney</i></blockquote><br />
Or the <a href="http://www.cleveland.com/metro/index.ssf/2014/11/tamir_rices_father_has_history.html" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>family life of Tamir Rice</b></a>.<br />
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Miss me with that.<br />
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And lets be 100 here when you say "government officials" you mean Good Ol President Darkie.<br />
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So what I think is going on here is that the question he really wants to ask but wont is where is all the outrage from BLACK PEOPLE. Why aren't the BLACK PEOPLE marching for his son?<br />
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To this I say you are asking the wrong damn people.<br />
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Where is the outrage from WHITE PEOPLE? Where are all the #AllLivesMatter hashtaggers?<br />
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First of all, do your own damn work. Since when is it my responsibility to convince you and others that there is a problem with excessive force in this country and the voracity in which officers are protected when they commit these acts only emboldens them as they fear no repercussions. They believe can plant evidence (see Walter Scott), lie in their official accounts of events (see Tamir Rice and John Crawford) or not even bother to identify themselves as police officers (see Steve Blake) and will not be held accountable<br />
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I can't even convince people that racial prejudices can and do sneak into police interactions with people (which is why in New York People of Color are subjected to Stop and Frisk far more often then whites though whites are found to be in possession of contraband far more (by percentage of total and total amount) than People of Color.<br />
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<blockquote><b><a href="http://www.nyclu.org/content/stop-and-frisk-data" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank">Whites Are Almost Twice As Likely To Be Found With A Weapon</a></b><br />
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The NYPD and politicians have repeatedly justified the racial disparity in stop and frisks saying that they cops essentially go where the guns are, i.e. minority neighborhoods. Yet, only 1.9 percent of frisks in 2011 turned up weapons and interestingly, according to the NYCLU, "a weapon was found in only 1.8 percent of blacks and Latinos frisked, as compared to a weapon being found in 3.8 percent of whites frisked."</blockquote><br />
I can get people to admit to me "when I see someone driving erratically I presume they are Asian" but somehow that same logic and "racial transference" is impossible with police officers.<br />
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If you want justice for your son then challenge your fellow white people to confront their own assertions about the police. To admit there is an issue. Form protests, speak out. Don't just blame the shit on black people.<br />
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To ask where is all the black outrage is to ask the wrong questions to the wrong people. Question white people.<br />
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Ask them how they can be so supportive of police when (pick a darkie any darkie's) situation is the same as their sons. Why does their son have to go through the same slander and dehumanizing that (pick a darkie any darkie) did? How can you say #AllLivesMatter in response to #BlackLivesMatters but not speak out for their son?<br />
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But asking these question are problematic because those people wont respond. They cant because:<br />
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1. Having to all of a sudden backslide on the unwavering consistent support of police (#BlueLivesMatter) when white people are victims exposes their own inert or intentional racism because there is no bend, no wavering when the victim is black even though the situation is damn near identical.<br />
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2. That racism skirt is pulled up and they are exposed because there was no outrage from them when black victims are in the same situations as this young man (Hammond’s).<br />
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Or maybe white people can admit this is different. Though the circumstances are the same the vibe is different. This feels like an aberration and not the norm. There wont be screaming #AllLivesMatter or #BlueLivesMatter at his funeral. There will be no memes suggesting because he was a criminal (and he was) he deserved to die. There wont be GoFundMe accounts created to help with the officer's "legal defense"<br />
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To do so would be in poor taste and would be vile. Funny how that applies to some people and to others it does not.<br />
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Where is the outrage?<br />
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Ask a white person and see what they say...Everything I've read about it in social media has been from people of color.<br />
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Instead of blaming them maybe you should start realizing that maybe those crazy #BlackLivesMatter people have a point. Maybe instead of assuming #BlackLivesMatter really means ONLY #BlackLivesMatter you listen to what people are saying and have been saying<br />
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He added: “The issue should never be what is the color of the victim. The issue should be: Why was an unarmed teen gunned down in a situation where deadly force was not even justified?”<br />
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It should when it disproportionately happens to one section of people over another but I digress.<br />
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We've been saying the same thing you are just too busy blaming President Darkie and the rest of us People of Color to see that I want, WE want race to not play a part in any of it. To be treated as a human being. As an equal. I dont want to be judged by my pants or my minor offenses or how I speak or how uncomfortable I make you because of your own issues and prejudice.<br />
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Matter of fact <a href="http://www.justice.gov/sites/default/files/opa/press-releases/attachments/2015/03/04/ferguson_police_department_report.pdf" style="color: #8e7cc3;" target="_blank"><b>let me know when you get rid of this shit</b></a>, and then maybe then you can be outraged and blame all of us, including President Darkie.<br />
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