Back when music was authentic.

Back when artists used actual BANDS, not 40 ‘hype-men’ on stage flailing arms and repeating lyrics.

Back when getting shot didn’t secure you a record deal.

Back when you had just your voice, not a mega-producer with samples.

Back when you didn’t have to glorify murder to get respect.

Back when you could buy clothes that ACTUALLY fuckin fit and still be considered ‘cool.’ (so ghey)

Back when you couldn’t sell an album completely based on how much money you have (or pretend to have).

Back when the only gimmick you needed to sell was something called ‘talent.’

Back when music was real. When it was was great….MAN i need a time machine. I can imagine what the older generations think about our music now. After seeing the likes of James Brown, BB King, Chuck Berry or Al Green live—I’d wanna slap a kid square in the face who came up to me talking about a damn Young Jeezy. Are you serious? I shouldn’t have to get into heated discussions with people who continue to believe that most of these assholes you are force fed daily have actual talent. More often than not I just look at them blankly and continue on my way.

Tired Of Being Alone By Al Green

I can understand people who enjoy today’s music. I try not fault people’s individual tastes (failing more often than not). I can’t understand how people (especially Black people) have no idea who Dizzy Gillespie or John Coltrane are, but know every word to the latest shitty Dipset CD. How is that possible?

A true test of what people call classic is if they are still playing it 40 years later. Are there people out there who think 36 Mafia and Fisty Cent are going to be remembered and revered? What have they REALLY done for Black music? Music in general?

Stunned silence. That’s what I remember about the moment Chuck Liddell went down last night. I had my mouth wide the hell open like everyone else in the cramped living room we were in. It looked like the MGM Grand was eerily quiet for a moment as well…

I’ve been telling people since before Rampage took the title that everyone has a punchers’ chance and that anyone could be knocked out on any given day (given the right punch + right angle). I actually believe that. That’s part of the reason Chuck had been so unbeatable. He has the ability to throw power punches from what seems like impossible angles and put people’s lights out. But to say something like that and to see it applied to Chucks’ chin so perfectly are two different things. I never thought I’d see his knees buckle like that EVER. I didn’t know what to expect with this fight, and I didn’t even want to make a prediction beforehand. I certainly didn’t see Rampage winning by a knockout, considering Chucks’ striking skills and ring smarts.

Back to this room I was in. After the ’stunned faces’ wore off, I think a collective ‘WTF’ was the general consensus response. Everyone got on there phones to call their lame ‘i have to work’ or ‘my wife is having a baby now’ friends that couldn’t watch the fight.

Even the undercard fights were pretty good, although most of the fights were one-sided and went to the favorite. At least that was the case until Keith Jardine got his block rocked by Houston Alexander (above right, 4:1 underdog) in a mere 48 seconds in the first round. Alexander, who is an Omaha DJ, looked like a seasoned pro while he embarrassed the hell out of ‘The Dean of Mean’ Jardine. Quite the brutal knockout and quite impressive. I’m cerainly looking forward to more of his fights.

Meet Mark David Uhl, a Liberty University freshman who was arrested yesterday in a plot to blow up protesters at the late Rev. Jerry Falwalls’ funeral in Lynchberg, Va. Six explosive devices were found in his trunk. What would Jesus do? Blow up people who disagree with him, apparently.

This is what I call ‘domestic terrorism’ but it’s not the kind of terrorism that the republican pussies here are concerned with. Much like when random religious fanatics murder doctors who perform abortions–and it barely makes the news. What is it that makes these televangelist schools so attractive to these Jesus freaks? The fourth tier rankings? The 60% Bar exam passage rates? (ask Pat Robertsons’ Regent University Law). Believe in Jesus all you want, but as soon as I’m in a college-level science class and they start talking about God and then tell me that the Earth is 6,000 years old…Guess what?I need transfer papers immediately. Liberty University is also famous for having dinosaur fossils in a museum that are labeled as ‘3000 years old’…WTF?

Speaking of Regent University, they LOVE to talk about how they’ve had 150 Law School gradutes ’serve’ in the Bush Administration. I seriously don’t believe this, and if that’s the case—Liberty has more influence on the President’s staff than ALL of the Ivy League Schools combined. Not just Ivy League, but any top tier school. Keep in mind that Regent is another fourth-tier school. I guess it’s not what they teach you that’s the important thing…it’s the fact that those who go there are almost entirely White Republicans who have no problem with religious fanaticism.

Either go to bible college or go to a traditional college people. Don’t try to blend the two. I guess these people that go to televangelist are sick and tired of the ‘Liberal bias’ by smart people at real colleges.

AP-With the help of John Travolta, educational techniques developed by Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard are being used in a Louisiana public school, according to Florida’s St. Petersburg Times. In the mayhem that followed Hurricane Katrina, Celebrity Scientologists, including Travolta and Isaac Hayes, “played key roles” in persuading Prescott Middle School in Louisiana to adopt a Hubbard program called Applied Scholastics, reports the St. Petersburg Times.

What the deuce? This is what happens when the Bible thumpers cry enough because they can’t have ‘intelligent design’ taught by ministers with confessional booths in public schools. Any cult who refers themselves a religion can argue for their garbage to be taught to your kids (a cult= religion without political power and which requires major financial sacrifice for ’salvation’). So while you’re being a good ‘holier than thou’ Sunday Christian, your kid is learning about Thetan levels and the glory of L. Ron Hubbard. Hubbard has always been an interest of mine, simply because of his ridiculousness. The fact that he had the balls to start a religion AND GET PEOPLE TO PAY HIM is friggin’ amazing.

Here is an excerpt of Scientology’s doctrine:

When a person dies – or, in Scientology terms, when a ‘thetan’ abandons their physical body – they go to a “landing station” on the planet Venus, where the Thetan is re-implanted and told lies about its past life and its next life. The Venusians take the thetan, “capsule” it, and send it back to Earth to be dumped into the ocean off the coast of California. Says Hubbard, “If you can get out of that, and through that, and wander around through the cities and find some girl who looks like she is going to get married or have a baby or something like that, you’re all set. And if you can find the maternity ward to a hospital or something, you’re OK. And you just eventually just pick up a baby.” To avoid these inconveniences, Hubbard advised Scientologists to refuse to go to Venus after their death.

And in more hilarious Hubbard history:

In 1967, L. Ron Hubbard further distanced himself from the controversy attached to Scientology by resigning as executive director of the church and appointing himself “Commodore” of a small fleet of Scientologist-crewed ships that spent the next eight years cruising the Mediterranean Sea. Here, Hubbard formed the religious order known as the “Sea Organization” or “Sea Org”, with titles and uniforms. The ‘Sea Org’ subsequently became the management group within Hubbard’s Scientology empire. He was attended by “Commodore’s Messengers”, teenaged girls dressed in white hot pants who waited on him hand and foot, bathing and dressing him and even catching the ash from his cigarettes.

While we ALL need girls in hot pants at our beck and call, our kids don’t need to be learning anything that ever came out of this douches’ mouth.

these idiots.

I’m not sure if I’m late to the party–or if I’m just getting old–but when did this shit become acceptable? I saw one of these videos the other day (yes, there are several), and I honestly thought they were joking. As I watched, I became more and more mortified that these coons were serious. I also noticed that they’re only getting clowned on about a 1:10 ratio on the comments. WTF?

‘X2C’, ‘Pressure’, ‘Pipelaya’, and ‘Relentless’…i dunno if they’re trying to be male strippers or what. They all say that they’re ‘mixed’ with something. Coon please, I been to Alabama–and it’s safe to say that the ‘mixing’ with Black people there was filtered out a loooooong time ago.When did a bunch of bird-chested dudes from Alabama overplaying their stroke become sexy? Did I fall asleep for a decade? Seriously–this is the gayest shit ever. There are all types of (presumably) females commenting on ‘how sexy’ they are, and wondering if they can get at them on MySpace.

I really didn’t think that perpetuating the hypersexual Black male stereotype in your mom’s house was cool. I really think that this speaks to how exponentially stupid and impressionable this next generation is. I place most of the blame on these girls who continue to jock these coons as if they’re the coming of Jesus. Dudes will do whatever the hell girls say if they think it’s gonna lead to ass.

Super Ghey = dry humping your parents’ couch with three good ‘friends.’ (no Akon)