James Lawrence and the comments: an explosive education. And, be aimin' on 'The CIA’s Crack-Cocaine Enterprise and the Destruction of Urban America' (21 Wire) and Casanova in prison and a Saturday post. Updated/ add, Nas 'My Bible' + 'The Roman Church: a betrayal of trust by Jon Rappoport', Bobby, "French", Lyrics, and check Shirley Ceaser. Open and Close. Big Up and mucho respect to M and fam.
OK, look, we have to keep this dialogue simple. I’m from the CIA, 30 of you are from major news outlets. We can’t all talk at once. So you, Sam, from the Post, and I are going to go back and forth and try to sort out some of issues we’re dealing with here.
Marty, I hate to say this, but the big elephant in the room is God.
A few weeks ago it was the 30th anniversary of Smells Like Teen Spirit being released.
The single that catapulted the seminal Nevermind album to (at the time) unprecedented commercial success, made Nirvana a household name, and – depending on who you ask – either changed music, shattered the earth, shifted the cultural paradigms, paved the way for a counter-cultural revolution… or was an overrated work by a band that is more famous than it deserved to be.
Or it was just a really, really great album, kicked off by a really, really great single.
Ay Hit, we gon' do some shit like this, my nigga Yay though I walk through the valley of infidels, suckers Who adhere to sucker religions LIFE's THE BIBLE We livin' in biblical times Uh First chapter This chapter called Men Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college We don't add it up then that shit'll leave us divided It's sorta like Ten Commandments, I'm talkin' bout men and standards I'm tryin' to reverse the damage, you boys obsessed with cameras The debt we was handed So many move like Judas look at the past it's proven It's my duty to speak truth to power I be feelin' like it's my fault Around your enemies then they call you before you hear about it Talk to you like it's still love keepin' your vision clouded Tryin' to get cool with guys 'cause you want em to choose sides Campaignin' with the haters dismissin' truth for lies Definition of a man, don't full on understand For your soul the exec let you hold an advance Don't be discouraged just go with the plan Gotta have faith in God's grace over the land And I pray for the day when they lay down and caged make their way up out that maze Get their mind up out a daze Too many mama's layin' flowers at they graves Don't rap about death, it's power in what you say Second chapter And you get what you give, it's power in how you live I sit and talk with the kids Tell em just how it is Go straight to avoid the bids Livin' fast can wait, stay down work on your grades Speak gospel for the next generation You can have it all just don't side with Satan I seen it take down most of the greatest Hotel suites, Hollywood stars hangin' The other side of what you think is fly Your jewelry can be cursed and so can your ride Let that soak in your mind Suburbans and Beamers Shot up with neeners' How to stop a young genius Spiritual like a deep cut from Shirley Caesar I wonder if it's Jesus when a baby reach up Sharpenin' up myself 'cause I know they need us My African skin gave me the passion to win Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end Third chapter This chapter called Women Ya'll been the rib since the beginnin' A woman's intuition, is what a man is missin' To understand your wisdom is something I had to learn Somehow you the most unprotected on planet earth Your smile lift me up and your eyes kiss my soul Your sweetness is honeycomb, such a lovely tone You hold the power to make a house a home Because of you I wanna right my wrongs Kiss your mother 'cause we only get one A grandmother's words to her grandson Beautiful minds develop in time Checks every month 'cause you held me for nine They might see an image of a woman who's flawed But I see a woman in the image of God Highest regards, I light a cigar To man, woman, and children my bible is ours, yeah Open it up Listen to it in anytime That Revelations vibe Get you through it Ain't none of us perfect I damn sure ain't Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end We just gon' hope for the best and do our best And be our best, no less, yeah Yo I woke up this morning and had to pray to God and thank him 'cause I made it this far I kept it me I'ma stay me no matter what No matter who change up I'ma try to get em to see the right path 'Cause I think I'm on the right path
So my last post, a critique of white nationalism, was republished at the Unz Review to an overwhelmingly hostile comment audience. I wasn’t expecting the repost, but the response was all too predictable.
I wear my poppy to honour my great uncle who died on the first day of the Somme along with thousands of others.
My poppy is not about imperialism or the empire, I wear my poppy to remember uncle Fred. It’s very simple.
I wear my poppy as a mark of respect for his sacrifice.
I wear my poppy, buy a wreath and make a donation, to help out all those injured survivors and bereaved families.
All else is just the despicable grinding of political axes on the spines of the dead.
I wear my poppy to remember uncle Fred.
Note or three on Sunday Wire. 1. The music and interludes are really good. 2. Sound, Patrick, on 21Wire, explains that ‘made-up money’ (c/o computers) is the cause of increasing financial woes: Isn’t…, an 'act of God’, not chance, chaos, or ‘capitalism’. Communication from Christians? How many admit their worldview/theological school or stream, negates ‘an act’ when, all act(ion/s) is, in/under, 'God’s control’. Or, the ...other, side.