To speak means to be in a position to use a certain syntax, to grasp the morphology of this or that language, but it means above all to assume a culture, to support the weight of a civilization.
A man who has a language consequently possesses the world expressed and implied by that language.
Franz Fanon Black Skin, White Masks
Monday, March 31, 2008
Today's Question To Really Think About
Do you ever find yourself reading a newspaper article about a tragedy then looking at the pictures of the victims and assessing their hotness?
Today's Advice
On women:
All it takes is a little whiskey and persistance.
On dating:
Find someone you can get drunk and freestyle with.
On arguing:
Always entertain the option of a good intelligent argument because the worst that could happen is that you lose and learn something new. Or someone ends up crying.
All it takes is a little whiskey and persistance.
On dating:
Find someone you can get drunk and freestyle with.
On arguing:
Always entertain the option of a good intelligent argument because the worst that could happen is that you lose and learn something new. Or someone ends up crying.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Today's Topic For Discussion: The Mentally Disabled
Disclaimer: Please do not read if you get offended easily
First of all I'd like to give a big up to the special needs crew!
Downs syndrome massive in the house!
Recently at the supermarket I was "helped" by a couple of less abled people. First, the man making my lunch basically fucked the whole thing up. I asked for a specialty sandwich which consisted of roast beef, swiss cheese, russian dressing, and coleslaw on rye. I ended up with roast beef, thousand island, and coleslaw on a roll. Then a tried to buy a half pound of chick pea Masala and ended up getting screwed because he never zeroed out the scale, so basically I paid $10 a pound for a plastic container.
So I went to pay, and was startled by a monotone burst of vocal exuberance questioning, "Paper or plastic." I din't think people actually asked that but it was somewhat flattering and polite, I guess. I noticed that my salad rang up for $8 instead of $4, or so I thought, because i mentioned this to the cashier and he angrily responded in his robo-voice, "It's only $4!" Then he gave me a dirty look, turned away. and didn't even respod when I said thanks. He gave me the cold shoulder! Like I was retarded!
Fuck That!
Really what is up with hiring the mentally disabled for jobs that the mentally disabled challenged can do? Have we become so politically (in)correct that we are willing to hire rude, incompetent, tempestuous, robotic, and unpredictable workers just to make ourselves feel better.
Honestly have you ever heard someone say, "Hmm, this job seems difficult, I might as well hire a bunch of idiots to do it?" But we will hire the mentally disabled.
That's bad enough but doesn't hiring the mentally disabled make the mentally disabled challenged feel bad? Imagine if you found out that your colleagues and equals, or even superiors had special helpers and wore helmets at some point in their lives. Dang, that's not good for worker morale. How are you supposed to feel needed if, forgive the language, a retard can do your job. There are many occupations fit for these persons with special needs. But I'm tired of having my grocery bags fucked up, my floors swept half-assedly, and my country led into pointless wars. Hire able-minded individuals to take these jobs. I'm sure there are many occupations that require larger foreheads and smaller eyes.
Also, what is up with adopting children with special needs? I understand keeping them if you have 'em but consciously making the decision to adopt a child with such qualities? I can just imagine...
"Hmmm, I'm not sure if I want a child that's going to function on his own and be a productive member of society...I'll take that one!"
That's like going to the department store and buying jeans with a broken zipper. So I guess you can say adopting a mentally disabled child is kind of like shopping at the clearance rack at TJ MAXX.
And really, I want a son who is going to bang hot chicks. If he has special needs he's only going to be able to get chicks (or dudes) with special needs. Eww! That's gross! I mean we all get blacked out sometimes, every once in a while its alright to take a dip in that special sea of punani, but c'mon!
And for my daughter, she better bring home the Quarterback of the football team (or head cheerleader) and not a kid named Smiley whose face is frozen in an eternal grin and can tell me the schedule of every bus in NJ.
I don't have anything against the mentally disabled but when are we gonna keep it real. We don't give special privilege to really stupid people or really ugly people. We criticize people for the slightest mistakes but forgive these rude ungrateful disabled individuals who take advantage of our generosity every chance they get! Believe me this is only the beginning! Soon enough these "mentally-challenged"persons will be passing legislation, writing our laws, owning our businesses, and marrying our daughters!
This needs to stop now, and I'll be the first to say I'm not giving anyone any special privileges unless they earn 'em! Like Corky from Life Goes On, he's kind of the man. I'd get krunk up in the club with him any day. You know how many chicks you could get chilling with a normal retarded guy? Playing that caring nice-guy role... Then imagine if the retardo was famous!
First of all I'd like to give a big up to the special needs crew!
Downs syndrome massive in the house!
Recently at the supermarket I was "helped" by a couple of less abled people. First, the man making my lunch basically fucked the whole thing up. I asked for a specialty sandwich which consisted of roast beef, swiss cheese, russian dressing, and coleslaw on rye. I ended up with roast beef, thousand island, and coleslaw on a roll. Then a tried to buy a half pound of chick pea Masala and ended up getting screwed because he never zeroed out the scale, so basically I paid $10 a pound for a plastic container.
So I went to pay, and was startled by a monotone burst of vocal exuberance questioning, "Paper or plastic." I din't think people actually asked that but it was somewhat flattering and polite, I guess. I noticed that my salad rang up for $8 instead of $4, or so I thought, because i mentioned this to the cashier and he angrily responded in his robo-voice, "It's only $4!" Then he gave me a dirty look, turned away. and didn't even respod when I said thanks. He gave me the cold shoulder! Like I was retarded!
Fuck That!
Really what is up with hiring the mentally disabled for jobs that the mentally disabled challenged can do? Have we become so politically (in)correct that we are willing to hire rude, incompetent, tempestuous, robotic, and unpredictable workers just to make ourselves feel better.
Honestly have you ever heard someone say, "Hmm, this job seems difficult, I might as well hire a bunch of idiots to do it?" But we will hire the mentally disabled.
That's bad enough but doesn't hiring the mentally disabled make the mentally disabled challenged feel bad? Imagine if you found out that your colleagues and equals, or even superiors had special helpers and wore helmets at some point in their lives. Dang, that's not good for worker morale. How are you supposed to feel needed if, forgive the language, a retard can do your job. There are many occupations fit for these persons with special needs. But I'm tired of having my grocery bags fucked up, my floors swept half-assedly, and my country led into pointless wars. Hire able-minded individuals to take these jobs. I'm sure there are many occupations that require larger foreheads and smaller eyes.
Also, what is up with adopting children with special needs? I understand keeping them if you have 'em but consciously making the decision to adopt a child with such qualities? I can just imagine...
"Hmmm, I'm not sure if I want a child that's going to function on his own and be a productive member of society...I'll take that one!"
That's like going to the department store and buying jeans with a broken zipper. So I guess you can say adopting a mentally disabled child is kind of like shopping at the clearance rack at TJ MAXX.
And really, I want a son who is going to bang hot chicks. If he has special needs he's only going to be able to get chicks (or dudes) with special needs. Eww! That's gross! I mean we all get blacked out sometimes, every once in a while its alright to take a dip in that special sea of punani, but c'mon!
And for my daughter, she better bring home the Quarterback of the football team (or head cheerleader) and not a kid named Smiley whose face is frozen in an eternal grin and can tell me the schedule of every bus in NJ.
I don't have anything against the mentally disabled but when are we gonna keep it real. We don't give special privilege to really stupid people or really ugly people. We criticize people for the slightest mistakes but forgive these rude ungrateful disabled individuals who take advantage of our generosity every chance they get! Believe me this is only the beginning! Soon enough these "mentally-challenged"persons will be passing legislation, writing our laws, owning our businesses, and marrying our daughters!
This needs to stop now, and I'll be the first to say I'm not giving anyone any special privileges unless they earn 'em! Like Corky from Life Goes On, he's kind of the man. I'd get krunk up in the club with him any day. You know how many chicks you could get chilling with a normal retarded guy? Playing that caring nice-guy role... Then imagine if the retardo was famous!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Some Songs I been Listening Too
Sometimes bitches make you feel a certain way and you can't always just bang 'em in the ass to feel better. This is what I listen to during those times like right now:
Song Title Artist
Song Title Artist
Song Title Artist
Song Title Artist
- I Found An Angel Tony Allen & The Chimes
- You Send Me Sam Cooke
- Manha De Carnaval Vinicius de Moraes
- Mr. Lonely Bobby Vinton
- No,No,No You Don't Love Me Dawn Penn
- Let Me Love You Jacob Miller
- Goodnight Sweetheart, Goodnight The Dell's
Song Title Artist
- Love and Happiness Al Green
- I Wanna Do Something Freaky to You Leon Haywood
- I'd Rather Be With You Bootsy Collins
- Juicy Fruit Mary Jane Girls
Song Title Artist
- Walk On By Dionne Warwick
- Cristo Redentor Donald Byrd
- The Monster Inside Me Daniel Johnston
- La Comparsa Alberto Semprini
Friday, March 28, 2008
Today's Dirty AIM Log
The names have been changed to protect the innocent:
Hillary Clinton: i wouldnt have done it if i werent drunk thats for sure
Hillary Clinton: yea im an idiot
Barack Obama: hahahahah
Hillary Clinton: i shoulda let him put it in my butt
Barack Obama: you werehungry
Barack Obama: you should!
Hillary Clinton: lol
Barack Obama: butt sex is safe
Barack Obama: but it takes a while to stretch out the butthole enough where tis comfortable
Hillary Clinton: yea im not into it
Barack Obama: BUUUUUUTT SEEEEEEx
Barack Obama: yeah yeah yeah
Barack Obama: i like petite girls so its not really an option
Barack Obama: they could die!
Hillary Clinton: lol
Hillary Clinton: ew
Barack Obama: fire in the hole!
Barack Obama: ew what?
Hillary Clinton: i just makes me want to poop
Barack Obama: exactly ...i feel bad for a bitch
Hillary Clinton: and people get too aggressive
Barack Obama: yeah and then they stick their dick in your mouth!
Hillary Clinton: your mouth maybe
Hillary Clinton: i hope no one else is reading this Barack
Hillary Clinton: you butthole
Barack Obama: no thats what you gotta do!
Barack Obama: if you bang a girl in the butt you gotta put it in her mouth! its only logical!
Barack Obama: im gonna post it on my blog
Hillary Clinton: haha
Hillary Clinton: good
Hillary Clinton: no dont
Barack Obama:ha ha!
Barack Obama: ill use different names
Hillary Clinton: not about what i did last night...other stuff i dont care
Hillary Clinton: i wouldnt have done it if i werent drunk thats for sure
Hillary Clinton: yea im an idiot
Barack Obama: hahahahah
Hillary Clinton: i shoulda let him put it in my butt
Barack Obama: you werehungry
Barack Obama: you should!
Hillary Clinton: lol
Barack Obama: butt sex is safe
Barack Obama: but it takes a while to stretch out the butthole enough where tis comfortable
Hillary Clinton: yea im not into it
Barack Obama: BUUUUUUTT SEEEEEEx
Barack Obama: yeah yeah yeah
Barack Obama: i like petite girls so its not really an option
Barack Obama: they could die!
Hillary Clinton: lol
Hillary Clinton: ew
Barack Obama: fire in the hole!
Barack Obama: ew what?
Hillary Clinton: i just makes me want to poop
Barack Obama: exactly ...i feel bad for a bitch
Hillary Clinton: and people get too aggressive
Barack Obama: yeah and then they stick their dick in your mouth!
Hillary Clinton: your mouth maybe
Hillary Clinton: i hope no one else is reading this Barack
Hillary Clinton: you butthole
Barack Obama: no thats what you gotta do!
Barack Obama: if you bang a girl in the butt you gotta put it in her mouth! its only logical!
Barack Obama: im gonna post it on my blog
Hillary Clinton: haha
Hillary Clinton: good
Hillary Clinton: no dont
Barack Obama:ha ha!
Barack Obama: ill use different names
Hillary Clinton: not about what i did last night...other stuff i dont care
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Dancehall Reggae
Dancehall Reggae is basically all I listen to nowadays. Phonologically speaking dancehall provides arguably the most advanced lyrical content yet seen in music. The sound patterns! Patterns! Palatal to Labial! And back again! Crazy!
Dancehall provides an abundance of support for the recognition of a Jamaican language without such disparaging connotations of the patois and creole labels.
Check out these artists:
Elephant Man
Beenie Man
Buju Banton
Tony Matterhorn
Busy Signal
Movado
Cham
Assassin
Ding Dong
Aidonia
In dancehall, as with other forms of reggae, riddims are released then multiple artists lay down tracks essentially competing to own the track.
Some famous riddims you've already heard:
Filthy Riddim
Bogle Riddim
Coolie Dance Riddim
Some of my favorites:
Stage Show Riddim
Bellyas Riddim
Villain Riddim
Bruk Out Riddim
Bad Belly Riddim
Intercom Riddim
New Hot Riddims:
Creepa Riddim
Gear Box Riddim (check out the Beenie Man! Who dem say dem badda than?)
Big Problem Riddim
Gangster Streets Riddim (Kartel! Kill dem when you burn dem!)
Dem Gal Sittin Riddim (fi the ladies!)
Dancehall provides an abundance of support for the recognition of a Jamaican language without such disparaging connotations of the patois and creole labels.
Check out these artists:
Elephant Man
Beenie Man
Buju Banton
Tony Matterhorn
Busy Signal
Movado
Cham
Assassin
Ding Dong
Aidonia
In dancehall, as with other forms of reggae, riddims are released then multiple artists lay down tracks essentially competing to own the track.
Some famous riddims you've already heard:
Filthy Riddim
Bogle Riddim
Coolie Dance Riddim
Some of my favorites:
Stage Show Riddim
Bellyas Riddim
Villain Riddim
Bruk Out Riddim
Bad Belly Riddim
Intercom Riddim
New Hot Riddims:
Creepa Riddim
Gear Box Riddim (check out the Beenie Man! Who dem say dem badda than?)
Big Problem Riddim
Gangster Streets Riddim (Kartel! Kill dem when you burn dem!)
Dem Gal Sittin Riddim (fi the ladies!)
New Words
Today's words:
Butt Crumbs
Butt Crumbs can be best described as what remains on your finger after you pull your finger out of someone or something's butt hole.
There are many uses for butt crumbs:
Dress a salad; with a little Balsamic vineger and butt crumbs any boring salad becomes a delicious adventure.
Breaded butt crumb chicken fingers...MMMM! Just like mom used to make!
Butt Crumb Cake
The list goes on...
But just remember this one rule: NEVER EAT YOUR OWN BUTT CRUMBS!
That's just gross!
Titty Sandwich
Lettuce, Tomato, and Titties on any type of bread
some may ask, "But Street Thunder, with which hand with do I eat a Titty Sandwich?"
That's easy, whichever hand does not have butt crumbs on it!
If you enjoy Tittie sandwiches you may like the BLT; Bacon, Lettuce, and Tittie that is!
Butt Crumbs
Butt Crumbs can be best described as what remains on your finger after you pull your finger out of someone or something's butt hole.
There are many uses for butt crumbs:
Dress a salad; with a little Balsamic vineger and butt crumbs any boring salad becomes a delicious adventure.
Breaded butt crumb chicken fingers...MMMM! Just like mom used to make!
Butt Crumb Cake
The list goes on...
But just remember this one rule: NEVER EAT YOUR OWN BUTT CRUMBS!
That's just gross!
Titty Sandwich
Lettuce, Tomato, and Titties on any type of bread
some may ask, "But Street Thunder, with which hand with do I eat a Titty Sandwich?"
That's easy, whichever hand does not have butt crumbs on it!
If you enjoy Tittie sandwiches you may like the BLT; Bacon, Lettuce, and Tittie that is!
It has begun...
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Lightning Bolts Up Your Ass: The Most Vulgar Place On Earth
THE OFFICIAL BLOG OF:
Street Thunder (signed with a lightning bolt)
Here you will find the deepest and darkest secrets of the man known by friends, family, and enemies as simply Street Thunder.
Updated on the regular, this blog will give you insight into the workings of the mind of the man behind the madness.
Lightning Bolts Up Your Ass: The Most Vulgar Place On Earth
THE OFFICIAL BLOG OF:
Street Thunder (signed with a lightning bolt)
Here you will find the deepest and darkest secrets of the man known by friends, family, and enemies as simply Street Thunder.
Updated on the regular, this blog will give you insight into the workings of the mind of the man behind the madness.
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