talking about hard times

talking about hard times, i shot the jj, but i did not shoot the sharif abdur rahim. you have a point when you say i should have passed on that gag, but with an assist from my joke book, my puns should be on the rebound shortly. if i could only block out what the people are saying about me and steal away to a quiet place, where i could drive my coach and score a peaceful holiday sleeping on a matt in the brevin knight. i know you say that you wouldn't send a brevin knight out on a snoop dogg like this, but gleason to what i say, for i have a woman who at the site of the first ray of sunshine, would gladly sail the river charles with me.
thoughts...on the cover of today's boston herald is a 19 year old student from wentworth. the young man has a black eye and generally looks like crap. it turns out he was arrested for the crime of celebrating, which doesn't seem to bother people when kool and the gang does it. the headline read "sorry boston." the kid is being threatened with expulsion from college. think about this. some young kid gets caught up in a celebration, gets his ass kicked by the cops, and is then threatened with expulsion from a college that is costing him $40,000 a year. AND HE IS APOLOGIZING???
at the parade for the red sox, some 18 year old white kid started yelling the n-word at a black cop for no reason at all. he was warned to stop, and continued to use the word, even claiming he could get the black cops fired. he was then arrested, but not before being cheered on by the people around him. this guy would probably not think twice about wearing a david ortiz shirt, or listening to a kanye album. it is imperative to remember that mindless diversions really don't bring people together in a profound sense. only a radical transformation of society otherwise known as a revolution can begin to alter the structures of power which lead to most white people being either active racists or indifferent apologists for racism.
having said that...go sox!! but...fuck the police, fuck the university system, and fuck stupid white rednecks. unfortunately, these three categories are not mutually exclusive.
we are a society of sickness, sucking out the sustenance the world needs to survive. look at me, fooling around with alliteration. big deal chairman, you can write a little, but while you are writing, others are DOING. they are starting wars while you are worn down. silberg tried to warn you that this wood happen, and in the nick of time, you herd his call like the sheep you so often pattern yourself after. naomi wolf says we need to stop acting like sheep, and cut the bull, but she can't get my goat, for as much as she may dog me, i'm too cool a cat to bee down about it.yeah, that shit don't fly with me. i ain't gonna parrot some shit just cause i'm supposed to say it.
i'm annoyed by a recent blues recording i have heard. it came out this year and is by a white singer. the title is "big booty baby." it rubs me the wrong way, but maybe i should butt out of this discussion and bring this blog to an end, but alas, i have already made an ass of myself, for when tush came to shove, i didn't bring shit to the table. rather, i was full of hot air. and now, i'm out of gas and need a second wind, or else i will continue to bomb on this blog. why is it called a blog anyway? what is that? and what am i doing on one? has it put food in one child's stomach? yes, chris childs had a good meal, but meal or no meal, i feel empty, as the vast sea of nothingness envelops me. if i only had a postage stamp, but i don't approve of them costing 41 cents, so i walk everywhere now, knock on people's doors, hand them the bill, and walk away. you can say i foot the bill now, but i got too much soul to toe the line, and if the gene shue were on the other foot, i'm shore dinah would do the same, even if she is 76er years old, for a good walk is just what doctor j ordered, so philly his order before he files a complaint and nails you on the front page for not bringing out his patti in a timely manor befitting a man of his age. this shit never gets old.
until the next time, keep your ion the prize, hold on i'm cummin signing steve christmas carrell's all the way. that may have been a frank remark, but dion the web all the time, so if it got under your skin, don't swing around this page again.
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