Citizenship,  Patriotism & National Security

I was labeled early in the 2015 primaries as one of them Bernie Bros and couldn’t understand how something like this could have formed so quickly as a universal opposition to a Democratic challenger.   Republicans were using it too.   Then I watched as contests were called and Bernie declared a winner before any ballots had been cast,  the delegates including Super delegates were assigned according to projected polling data and Google searches seemed to report this same data.   Then we came to the first caucus and Hillary was projected to win by a slim margin except she didn’t and lost by a larger margin when you count in the independent block which almost entirely voted for Bernie.

This is around the time that the exit polling  data started to become an issue when third parties made requests of the news media association that pays for and collects the data.   They didn’t want to surrender it and refused so the courts got involved.   The reason the data is important is because it is what is used as the international standard for deciding if there is fraud in an election.   If the polls show more then a +/- of 2% in the results,  fraud is suspected.   There are indications of bigger then 3% margins in some contests and within some contests when votes were cast by ballots where Hillary won. In states where there were caucuses,  in all but Nevada,  Bernie won by several percentage points. 

The Nevada caucus is the single most damning event in the entire Democratic National Convention primary process and shows how overzealous and powerful members of the party can steal a caucus and blame it on the people they silenced for actions that never happened.  See,  the DNC chairperson came out saying  a chair was thrown at the Nevada Caucus causing them to call it early and end the event.   Video shot on cell phone from the back of the room, showing the entire fiasco shows no chair being thrown. 

The only one I have heard thus far make any comments on this has been President Donald Trump and ironically the Republican Party was so busy working  behind the scenes to thwart him that they missed all the dirty,  secretive and potentially illegal conspiracy that was unfolding during  the Democratic primary.   See,  if the primaries had of occurred in another country,  given the anomalies and other issues raised about instate in party voter suppression that they would refuse to certify it.   They wouldn’t allow the process to move forward without major analysis of the numbers and exit polling  data. 

So,  unless you want to drop back to that point and discuss the legal ramifications and prosecutions you have to push forward and decide whom to blame and how to fix it.   The first group to blame are all the media that didn’t report on these anomalies and issues as they occurred and instead chose Benghazi and Emails and trying to make Donald Trump look as bad as possible while stirring up animosity.   The next group are all the politicians and elected officials who didn’t step up and say something.   Especially on the state level who have since moved to the federal level and one’s who plan to do so in the future.   Where were you during this? 

When asking about Benghazi why didn’t anyone ask what role the Ambassador had in civil war that was unfolding in Libya 🇱🇾 that we now know was in silage by Hillary Clinton and her State Department 🏬 which represents the 🇺🇸 United States.   Suddenly this changes the attack on the embassy and everything else,  as it should. 

Hillary Clinton and the Democratic National Committee emails show enough circumstantial evidence to suspect that the party ran a clandestine off books operation to sway the course of the primary and ultimately the general election results.   This is evidence of collusion with media outlets and party officials within state party offices to utilize their rank and position  to squash the efficacy of a large block of voters,  mainly those who would be voting  for Bernie Sanders.  Yet none of this is discussed,  instead we have people who are still upset that the conspiracy failed and Hillary Clinton lost.  She couldn’t believe she lost,  she hadn’t even ever thought about it,  she was that assured of victory that she didn’t have a concession speech.   Like she couldn’t believe the conspiracy failed. Or that people didn’t buy her as being the lesser of two evils when compared to Donald Trump.

I am truly concerned that the witch hunt that is going on to find and report on every  mistake,  to challenge every decision is going  to have the potential to jeopardize national security.  Like it or not,  if you are a US Citizen, Donald Trump was sworn in after meeting all of the legal requirements to obtain the office of President of the United States of America and that makes him,  your president.  It makes him my President.   Now,  I have to support him,  because otherwise it’s unpatriotic and goes against what we are supposed to do as Americans.  See,  I have to hope and dream about him being  the best president ever because that benefits me.   Finally,  I have to ask,  how can we still trust a news media that has been complicit in seemingly trying to hand the election to Hillary Clinton?  The same mainstream media everyone says that they don’t trust because it’s dishonest and political?  The same media that they don’t trust is how they decided Donald Trump. Was a fascist,  dishonest, and bigoted racist even though all of those who would have the most to gain by coming  forward with stories to reinforce it seem to be silent and that says that maybe they don’t have stories because that’s not who he is.  Richard Jewel. Never forget that media can and does paint the wrong pictures of people.   George Zimmerman. End of story. 

20 Years Ago… 

I was 27 and thought that I knew everything about everything and that I was at the top of my game and then soap opera like interpersonal politics took a major role when someone online took a dislike to me and began calling and harassing my employer.  I found myself jobless at the worst time because all of the Christmas help had been hired and this was the last week of September.

Another online friend came to my rescue offering to pay me a decent $8 an hour under the table for three full days of work on Pier 39 I’m San Francisco and I had never been to the city before.   It was a truly amazing and incredible experience that first weekend that turned in to two weeks and then a full-time job. 

I made new friends and people that I began to hang around with and slowly distance grew between me and the online world as my real life friendships intensified.  Then I met Trenine and my life forever changed the first introduction when she smiled at me, I felt my heart beating and my breathing catch in my throat as I felt like someone was tickling my belly button.   Time seemed to slow to a crawl,  that seemed to have an effect on the carousel music in the background. We were closing together and I had been invited to crash at their apartment in San Jose,  another place I had never been. 

I miss Trenine, she left this world after a couple of bouts of cancer and lupus. We had parted company and I was married with children when she passed away.   She had intentionally sabotaged the relationship and driven me away because I think she knew she was terminal and she didn’t want me to see her deteriorate any further.   The surgery and chemo did horrendous things to her psychological self image and she mistook my sorrow for what she was enduring like a champion as something less honorable where previously I had looked at her as if she were an angel. She was,  briefly my angel. 

Right now,  i really and truly miss her because I know that if she were still here that I could call her and she would tell me exactly what she thought without any sugar coating to make the medicine go down.   This might be the suckiest part of growing  old,  ended friendships and friends who have passed on. 

Reckless Driving

I rarely use my smartphone while driving because I understand how much it effects my driving.  If I can’t swipe to answer the phone, I don’t answer.  If I don’t have a handsfree and speaker phone mode isn’t loud enough, I don’t talk on the phone.  I keep a wired earbuds with microphone in my sun visor and another in my car bag.  I also have wireless Bluetooth ones.  The law going in to effect will have no change in my behaviors.

On the way to the Orbit show in Sacramento on Friday, I was in Carmichael, a suburb of Sacramento County approaching Fair Oaks Blvd and this car was driving erratically.  I took this picture and posted it to Instagram.

Sunday morning someone liked it even though I didn’t use any hash tags.  It reminded me and I realized I could read the magnetic placards on the door.

So, I was disturbed enough that I decided to contact them through Facebook since they, believe it or not, don’t have an Instagram or one that can be found searching simply for their name.  Notice the Facebook messenger floating head in the screenshot, it was taken after I sent the message right as their response came back.  Here is the exchange.

I am trying to be cordial and succinct to keep from having any kind of negative emotional response.

Fat fingers and autocorrect make me look like I am illiterate.  Argh.

In the age of cell phones putting 800 how I am driving numbers became a thing.  In the age of smartphones, pictures and video have supplemented this and because everyone uses Facebook, the response from the Account Holder was almost instantaneous.

They were extremely courteous and amicable in their response and I applaud them for that and is why I posted the conversation in its entirety.

Misogyny & Marijuana

Sometimes, university analyze things and I am.probably doing the same thing here, you tell me.  I was at a #Prop215, #SB420 compliant event this weekend and the overwhelming majority of the vendors are male and almost all of the females are accompanied by males.  At this one table was a line female with some amazing looking outdoor medicinal marijuana flowers.  I was taking pictures using my Lenovo Moto Droid Z Force and a clip on Macro Lens to photograph the buds she had out on display.

While I was doing this and trying not to catch the lady in the images, because she was sitting and only her cleavage would be visible, the guy sharing the table picked up his jar and opened it and began trying to get me attention.  It bothered me because this girl seemed to be taken aback too.  Would he have done the same if it was one of the other male vendors?  She was patiently waiting for me to finish my inspection and admiration of her wares and he saw that I was considering a purchase and he moved to try and shift my focus, using the much more popular Cookies name.

The problem I have is that this could all be perception and confirmation at work.  I really wasn’t looking for Cookies as that’s last year for me.  I was really interested in something I hadn’t seen or smoked before.  So, I bought a gram of Humboldt OG flowers and asked her if I could take her picture.

Tuesday Hell

​I experienced #hell today on my way to class as my day went horribly wrong like something out of Joe Dirt or Deuce Bigelow or The Bachelor Party.  One of those defining moments in life that reminds you there is no god and nature has a fucking dry, raunchy sense of humor.  An experience so degrading and embarrassing that it made me retreat to my safe space, movies, except it was Toy Story and a mission going horribly wrong with characters screaming and yelling to abort the mission.  Then, just as I was about to turn and run in shame, then as if this horror story that my life has suddenly become couldn’t get any worse, it does as reality decides this shit-show needs more character drama and Rio-Linda-Joe shows up and calls my name and asks me when my next class was. I was on the way to class when this situation developed and my life suddenly threatened to descend in to the embarrassing chaos like in the beginning of the New Guy where the principal grabs and breaks the guys aroused penis.   I was so distraught, I couldn’t remember that shit because of the overwhelming shit-storm I was currently dealing with almost made me wish in a higher power. And not the bullshit sold in “The Secret,” either.   If I was a Muslim, I would pray to Allah to get me out of this.  Catholic, Mary and Jesus and finally to God himself.  Protestant, to God in Jesus’ name would I pray.  Job level tribulations hath he unleashed upon me, his most unfaithful servant.

Buddha’s karmic retribution was unleashed upon me, simply, because I laughed at my smoking buddy, who said tobacco makes him have to take a shit.  He fled our session clenching his ass cheeks because I rolled him an American Spirit from loose tobacco and dismissed his dire warning, so now, here I sit, broken hearted, needing to shit, after I had sharted.  On the way to #yoga class.  Aborted mission, beyond my control.  Command command control, this is Major Tom.  Houston, we have a problem.  #Yoga and #sharting are like 0 rings and the space shuttle Challenger and cold weather and should never, ever be mixed when it can be avoided.
So, when, I got to the student center restroom, of course, I encountered a line for the stall. This Murphy’s law in action which really didn’t phase me as I had been intending to change anyway, from denim shorts to more yoga appropriate clothing.  Sharting just took the wind out of my sails as this ship sailed head-on in to the doldrums, the horse latitudes.  While waiting in line all wet and squishy, farts are not supposed to have lumps and all those nuts lately, I think half a peanut made it through.  OK.  I have finished shitting.  More in a few minutes.  See ya on the other side.

When I packed the shorts, I thought I had tossed in more underwear, but nope.  I didn’t and that means I had to go commando.

Yeah, you got the right reference or did you?  Someone stacked rocks in a rock garden as an art installation.  Zen.  While I was thinking, I couldn’t help but meditate on how many people don’t follow the right bathroom etiquette and violate the social contract by talking to you upon entering and exiting and pissing with their hands locked behind their heads police stop style while talking about cold water.  They have waterless urinal jackass.

What is the American male and female restroom culture?  If the door’s locked don’t knock.  I hate when people knock or go further and ask you questions.  I don’t fucking answer damnit.  I am taking a shit.  Fuck you.  They call it a throne for a reason, its why you pray to it when you are sick.  It’s alone time.  So, yeah.  I didn’t go to yoga today.

Joints, Blunts, Spliffs, Cigarettes

So my buddy cheeks loves Blunts and he prefers the Black Diamond Swisher’s Sweets.  I can take a blunt or leave it, properly rolled joints with either a Randy’s with a wire and or just a Raw Splint and paper.  There is something very enjoyable about the bonding of smoking a joint or a blunt over any other method if imbibing, just think The Breakfast Club in the 80’s at the beginning of the War On Drugs.

I am a tobacco addict as is much of America, although most are “sober” and aren’t at risk of losing their sobriety.  For me, the blunt has always triggered a need for a cigarette.  Any cigarette.  That feeling when you inhale, the burning in the lungs and the rush as the added nicotine and carcinogens enter your lungs like VooDoo by Godsmack.  This has continually caused my sobriety from tobacco especially when my I join a circle with other tobacco smokers present.

This led me to my true selfish indulgence, that is somewhere akin to TastyKake Kandy Kakes, all of them are delicious but the Chocolate or Dark Chocolate with Peanut Butter are my Cherry Pez.  The combination of mentholated tobacco, an equal amount of marijuana and the filter from one of those minty Camel Crush is like the after dinner mint after spice food.  I tend to hand roll a lot of cigarettes and Spliffs.

While I can roll by hand it is difficult and I am as good as it as Rebeus Hagrid is with sorcery or magic which often makes my joints and Spliffs and cigarettes look a lot like Mary on Christmas Eve when there was no to at the inn.  One Christmas I rolled one to smoke with a circle waiting for a bus to Alameda on Christmas day in downtown Oakland.  The multi-cultural group was doing the same and one kid, Hispanic, said it was as beautiful as the Virgin Mary on Christmas Eve.  My smart-ass response was that she wasn’t a virgin by then because Joseph married her anyway.  Just because she is pregnant doesn’t mean you can’t have sex, even if she is very pregnant, doggy style works.  They were all looking at me like I said some heavy ass shit.  And maybe blasphemy.

So, before my friend who is a Grateful Dead, Grill Cheese making, eating and selling, bonafide child of an honest to goodness bonafide Granola Hippy took the time and patience to teach and encourage me to learn to roll, I became a master with those plastic hand rollers and I can sometimes do it with a dollar bill.  When I have a dollar bill, even when I have money, it’s usually in a bank. The acrylic ones use a functional design but pop open as the rolling surface plastic stiffens with use and exposure to the oils on your fingers and they wear out.  Raw includes two sleeves with their roller.  The frame is made of some man made hemp fiber and the tube a thin polymer.  But the design is the same.  I love the IndoShag roller.

That’s what started the idea for this blog, is that a few months ago, I misplaced my several year IndoShag Roller that I cracked and ordered a new one.  Somehow, I have misplaced the cracked one and pulled out the new one.  It is clean and beautiful and pristine.  It really is an amazing design.  It stays closed when you sit it down and it will balance upright when opened and the contents don’t spill out.

When the tube wears out, I usually buy a Raw Roller and use those sleeves in this roller.  It is a simple process to replace the sleeve.  It has a learning curve because too much pressure on the frame and it will crack the top bar.  Eventually it will crack on the other side and leave a gap.  While it is still useful, it makes it a little more difficult to use. I can roll almost any thickness of a joint with it and of necessary can use splints to make sure the burn properly.

My friend Mary J Baggins likes to roll big, thick Blunts and joints.  I can use a Zig-Zag Wrap and a large roller to roll a perfect blunt with almost an 3.5 grams of flower in it.  I have also taken the rap, placed it flat on a clean surface and used a warm metal tool to coat it with hash oil and then coated it with Keef before rolling the blunt. Using a warm surface like a flying pan on the lowest setting of the stove and you can coat the entire thing.  Then dust it with the Keef and place it in the freezer for a few seconds.  Then roll it.  Add a crutch.  Roll using fingers to move both wheels so that the wrapper is loose, but not too loose.  Be prepared for the resin coming out of the end and coating the crutch.

Genetic Modified Organisms (GMO)

I am studying to earn an Associates of Science degree in Anthropology with guaranteed admission to Sacramento State and am applying for two other CS and as many CSU schools starting with Davis.  I believe in science to fix all of the problems in the world outside of social issues.  That’s where humanities comes in to the picture.  But I digress.  Science is holistic with each discipline or branch relying on techniques and knowledge from them that helps them better understand and interpret their own field of expertise.  Chemistry and physics are a major part of earth science and climatology and meteorology are both branches of earth science.  Sort of.  Astrophysics too.  Geology.  Oceanography.  It is all interdependent down to string theory level in many cases with NASA advancing science knowledge and ideas in every area.

As an anthropologist, I believe that the dog and man have been symbiotic for most of our existence.  That domestication happened early and we continue to genetically modify then every time we breed two dogs and alloq them to create puppies.  Selective breeding for whatever traits.  Cats too, to a lesser extent.  Everything we farm has been selectively bred in the same manner from maize to sunflower and canola plants.  Over the last 50 years small, independent family farms that used heirloom seeds have been replaced with factory farms and genetically modified at the DNA level seeds.

They were developed to reduce the level of plowing and labor necessary to grow a particular crop while removing weeds and pests and causing no harm to the crop.  Ingenious and scary and potentially harmful if it were not so scrutinized by the developer and everyone with an interest in it and every credible study shows the current crops provide no discernible difference from their non-GMO counterparts.  Nutritionally they are identical.  Chemically they are identical.  The parts modified by the inserted DNA doesn’t effect the fruit at all.

What GMO crops do is use an herbicide to kill all of the weeds and other airborne natural fauna and invasive fauna in an area which ensures healthier plants and expected yields.  For all of the bad, Monsanto knows exactly how many acre feet per day to put on their crops to ensure the highest yield from the least amount of resources.  Northern California is way different then Kansas or Nebraska.  Yet Monsantonhas seeds that produce popcorn where it produces the maximum number of ears per stalk, maximum size for function and the maximum number of kernels per ear.  If it is popcorn, using their methods and following their procedures it will yield almost perfectly popped popcorn from every kernel.  It’s science and there are margins but this is outside of the scope of this discussion.  For the most part, GMO crops can grow where other crops of the same variety fail because they are designed to use less water and yield the maximums.  This is why they are so prevalent and they aren’t bad.  Organic is a lot of hogwash and new religion that makes an assumption based upon how the idea sounds to them and then resists because they cannot see the benefits.

If you want to have fresh fruits and vegetables year round, you are going to have to embrace genetically modified organics because eventually that is all that is going to be able to be sustainable.  Reduced waste, as I believe the world wastes easily 50℅ of all food grown around the globe. Viewing GMOs as bad is as illogical as denying anthropomorphic climate change or linking vaccines with autism or believing in a flat earth or ancient aliens.  All crazy, crackpot ideas.

If the organic crowd truly wants to set themselves apart, grow the alternative varieties like black garlic, potatoes and purple carrots.  Fill the store shelves with varieties and colors we haven’t seen in 50 or more years, if ever.  Create demand by offering people options they didn’t know existed.  Find new and different varieties of apples, potatoes, and other vegetables we use commonly.  How about hundreds of different styles, colors, textures and tastes of tomatoes? 

Romantic SF Bay Cruise

So, San Francisco is considered one of the most romantic cities on the planet and there is a song about leaving your heart there and one time the city had an art installation of giant randomly painted hearts all around the city.  I used to work for the California Welcome Center and worked on Pier 39 for a decade in total with a two year intermission.  When I first visited San Francisco, it was to work on Pier 39 and I had never heard of it.

It has changed much over the years and that change isn’t good or bad.  There used to be an insane number of street artisans and street performers everywhere and the tips dropped in hats encouraged them to perform daily.  Even in fall and winter there were tons of tourists in the mid to late 90’s.  Not so today.  There are a multitude of options for bay cruises in San Francisco, all with various amenities and value for the costs.

There is an incredibly cheap one that is probably better then any other option and it’s potentially cheaper then any other option.  San Francisco has a rich history with ferries and the San Francisco Ferry Terminal at the foot of Market Street has been renovated and is an amazing use of the space.  It also still functions to serve various ferries from around the bay area.  The Golden Gate Ferry out of Marin County, ran by the Golden Gate Transition Service which is part of the Golden Gate Bridge Association and it provides daily trips from various places in Marin County to San Falrancisco and then back to their origins.

One of the coolest rides is to take the Golden Gate Ferry from San Francisco to Larkspur Landing in Marin County.  Taking the Ferry at as close to 4:20 as possible will provide you with a ride that is like the Journey song with the sun setting on the bay.  Bring a heavier jacket and wear it so you can ride outside.  There is a snack bar that serves hot chocolate inside.

Once in Marin, walk across the pedestrian bridge to Larkspur Landing and the Marin Brewing Company where they have an amazing selection of beer.  Eat dinner there and enjoy Larkspur Landing and then take the ferry back to San Francisco.  Inside the Ferry the snack bar serves alcohol and wine, or did last time I rode it.  

Once back in San Francisco you will be at the foot of Market Street.  Take the street car to Fisherman’s wharf or walk a few blocks up the Embarcadero and enjoy the waterfront.  If you do this on a Friday night around 9 or 10, you will see the impromptu Rollerblade group.  The Friday before Halloween is always the best show although most Friday nights it is a lights, music and action show.

Wikipedia Fallacy

I discuss politics a lot on Facebook in The Original Mosh Pit that is fairly famous on Facebook and has been rated highly by online media.  I consistently have people respond with a casual disregard when I post a Wikipedia link without any real comment on the article itself using the casual and lazy excuse that it has been wrong and can easily be edited as the reason for not trusting it.  Instead Wikipedia should be like Funk & Wagnalls or Encyclopedia Britannica where it is fairly reliable and trustworthy until proven wrong by another note reputable authority.

If I am researching a movie, or a book or music then I use Wikipedia, IMDB and or the artist’s personal page.  If I want people to buy the item then I link to it on Amazon or Google Play.  For lyrics, I use Google Play.  For the Constitution and Supreme Court decisions, I use the SCOTUS website or Wikipedia.  The reason I trust Wikipedia is they footnote and include the sources for as much as they can in a page.  I often use that to see where the information came from and that way I can better determine bias and spin.

I use it a lot for the second amendment and why I believe the way that I do.  I first share a Penn & Teller Bullshit! Segment on the second amendment and then the Wikipedia link to the actual text that Penn Gillette recites and explains in the video.  Ben Franklin and the founding fathers were eloquent and precise in their writing.  They didn’t add extra stuff that wasn’t relevant so the commas in the version they ratified are integral to the meaning.  That’s how I use the links and casually dismissing them is just a scarecrow or strawman argument that really tries to invalidate by impugning the validity of the source and not the argument with no merit to the accusation.  It’s like trying to use a voluntary threesome a week before a woman is date raped after being slipped a ruffie and saying she wanted it.

Invalidate the Wikipedia article by citing where it is incorrect and providing s link to a more reputable source or multiple sources of equal reputation to counter it.  That’s your job since you are levelling the charges of it being invalid.  As in law submit your brief.

American Culture

I realize now that one of my traits that everyone tells me that I inherited from my father and that my mother said with a touch of mocking disdain is my ability to approach almost anyone and strike up a conversation.  More importantly, I have this awesome ability sometimes to place people at ease and have amazing conversations.  Looking back, I realize in a lot of ways, I was even then becoming an anthropologist and seeking to learn about customs and culture.

One of the things I heard throughout my teenage years as rap and break dancing culture became more mainstream that hip-hop was a dying fad like disco.  The adults in my life all dissing it and saying so with a seemingly vehemence and repugnance that was like something out of the movie Hairspray which strikes an all too familiar chord because my mother met my father at Gwyn Oaks Amusement Park where he ran the Ferris Wheel and his brother, my uncle the bumper cars.  My Uncle danced on the Buddy Deane Show with Eddie The Ice Cream Man. Who knew various members of my family from.different circles and stages of their lives showing how small of a community Baltimore was back then.

I knew Eddie through my Father and his brother my uncle who were both Ice Cream Truck owners before the opened their video stores.  I met him again because he was the ice cream man in Chadwick for most of my teenage years and I had grown up with him being a mainstay in our lives.  My mother recognized him from the show where her brother, my uncle was a regular and on the council.  I grew up hearing the stories so by the time Rikki Lake and Sonny Bono and Devine stole my heart, mind, body and soul as only John Waters can inspire. It, much like Back to The Future glamorized and did a Tom Sawyer approached and had everyone white-wash the underlying struggle for equality, but I couldn’t because my best friend was Black and I had seen how the world treated him and other Black friends just a little bit differently.  

I read the majority decision, because there was no minority and it was a unanimous decision that ended segregation with Brown v. The Board of Education.  So, I as a teen, my first best friendship came to Eddie Murphy Comedian.  Then the one before it.  Alternatively in my walkman.  Which I had hidden on the inside jacket pocket and the war pieces ran down each jacket sleeve so I could sit with my hands to my ears and tune out the world.

My all time favorite scary movie is the original, instant cult classic that inspired a genre, George A. Romero’s amazing Black and White masterpiece Night Of The Living Dead.  Without this film, we wouldn’t have any of it.  He reinvented how the term zombie was used and what it represented, misappropriated from another culture and it’s sacred stories.  That’s totally OK, because this is what America has always done look what we did with pasta after the Italians stole it from the Chinese after giving them syphilis.  Dark humor with truth interjected, thanks Christopher Columbus who was like a Hallmark Card and he kept giving, over and over and over again.

So, as adults told me that hip-hop was going to die, white record executives pushed to sign gangster style talent over the party, shake your ass hip-hop talent which was both good and bad because it spread like wildfire and suddenly you have White, poor, British youth rapping with Indians who’s grandparents moved to England when it was still a colony with heavy ass Cockney accents offset by a Muslim rapping in a nasal voice about being profiled and stereotyped by society. Wait.  This rap shit, that was a passing fad and was going to go extinct like disco and unicorns is not only still alive and well, it has spread like Thriller, or a Zombie plague around the globe.

That kid who spent a few years in the projects of Baltimore featured in the TV show The Wire, Tupac Shakur is potentially as famous as Michael Jackson and as influential to modern music as the fabulous four, John, Paul, George and Ringo also known as The Beatles. I had an epiphany about this a few years ago when I found this music video.

So this is Die Antword and they are from the frowned upon class in South Africa, the apartheid state that resembled America of 1950 up until much later.  They have totally taken Hip-hop, rap and their own style together and the imagery of their music videos is reminiscent of when MTV played music and the videos could be epic.  This is one of the most vital and major contributions that Black Americans have given the world, these underlying tools to create every genre of music possible and imaginable.  The thing is, look close enough and you can see their contributions throughout the last century at various times and the styles they invented and developed.  Jazz.  Blues.  Rock & Roll.  All of it and none of it would have come about without their experience and situstion in this country finding an outlet through art, music and dance.

I wrote this blog for a friend of mine on Facebook.  See, she got me to thinking about my favorite Black cultural contributions.  See, Night Of The Living Dead had an amazingly strong male lead, a Black man who spoke eloquently and displayed intelligence and when necessary bad assery.  He dies at the end as a casual shot by the posse there to “help.”. Bitter sweet.  Look at the headlines of the time.  Right.  Metaphors.  Parallels.

See, I think the same thing that struck me with that film was what made Alien so awesome for me, Ripley didn’t have to go without a bra in a wife beater to portray her bad assery.  The women in Ghostbusters don’t have to dress like Laura Croft or Pretty Woman to display their bad assery.  Black men didn’t need gangster to further hip hop but thankfully it did or we wouldn’t have Ice T on Law & Order SVU. 

See Hip Hop has become the voice of many cultures and the irony is that they all sing a similar song of either discontent or seeking the same goals.  It’s really like old school country music set to electronics with a bit of bawdy lewdness tossed in to accommodate the bitches and hoes.  But it wasn’t really songs like those that truly excelled, it was hilarious stuff like this.

95 South and Whoot there it is which shouldn’t be confused with….

Whoop There It Is by Tag Team.  Both equally noteworthy, both a lot of fun back in the day and made my club days so much fun.  But you can jump back to the 1940’s and Andy Kirk and his twelve cloud orchestra.

Sure, they are singing about the fact the Bureau of Narcotics under And longer had begun cracking down on Marijuana and there wasn’t any to be found.  Jive was a name for Reefer or marijuana.

See, this is how I view the world.  These are the people I find intriguing because they bucked the normal cultural and societal rules.  That’s why I wrote this.