Monday, September 21, 2015

The Fake Black Woman

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

I know I'm maaaaaaad late on this issue on some Colored People Time shit...which is no pun to what I'm about to talk about...I wanna touch on the Rachel Dolezal fiasco right quick

You know shorty...she's the former chapter President of NAACP who paraded around as a Black woman for years even though she's really white...funny shit, ain't it?

Okay, for one, I don't believe she's crazy...

...that's too much of a cop out

She sued Howard University for discrimination before she decided to her call herself Black, and that alone rules out anything that speaks of mental illness

For two, Black people are something else

I take that back...

...NEGROES who think Rachel is doing us a favor by 
denouncing her whiteness are something else


But seriously, Black people, talk to me, or at least think about what I'm about to tell you

Why do you NEED Rachel to want to be Black?

Will that make you feel better about yourself?

Will this white woman sense of mimickry validate your life?

I already know Black people are awesome and amazing...popular culture copies the Black American style every day (Life would be better if society was more in love with Black people as whole rather than just the culture, but that's another issue)...I'm already in love with my ancestry...I never needed white America to wear my culture, literally as skin, to feel good about US

Why should a woman walking around in blackface who lied about everything under the sun be the cost of humanizing us to the world?

Headz are quick to overlook the fraud and deception because somehow her frontin' about who she is makes them feel loved...get yourselves together, please...what she did wasn't love, admiration or flattery...she's a damn con artist

Simple as that

She would've been MORE EFFECTIVE at fighting for Black people as a white woman because it shows that white folks aren't afraid to walk in the front lines to combat systematic racism and discrimination

Bottom line

The made-up stories about her life as Black woman also hinders the fight that Black women go through for real

I mean, damn...'s bad enough that society already think we're paranoid about the shit we go through on a regular basis

And on that note, I'm out

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @

Thursday, September 17, 2015

When Sex and Fire Don't Mix

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

Ayo, shit is reeeeeeeeal out on these streets

Lifestyle promoter extraordinaire Missy King hosted an event this past weekend in know, the city in Westchester County...home of DMX, The Lox, and Mary J Blige, baby


But fuck all that...

...let's get to the nitty gritty

Everything was good last Saturday had food, drinks, the Mayweather fight, the works...not to mention gettin' raunchy if you felt like gettin' down and dirty on some grown folk shit, nah'mean.

Speaking of Mayweather, I'm tired of muh'fuckas talkin' 'bout this duckin' and dancin' crap...the object of boxing is NOT get hit...and that's exactly what Floyd have done throughout his career

Flawless, baby

49 and 0

He left the game, and made money hand over fist with his brain in tact

Now what?

Anyway, after the night of debauchery, some fuckery happened the next day...that Sunday...someone decided to torch the house on some John Blaze shit...yep, I guess someone was mad about not getting pussy at the party


But seriously, let's not think so fast and blame Lifestyle "hate"...I seriously doubt someone in the LS was that gangster enough to risk their freedom over jealousy because their parties aren't poppin'...real talk

Emotional responses lead to unnecessary judgment...while everybody and their mamas are pointing the finger at jealousy, I wouldn't be surprised if either the owner of the house that was rented for the party had beef with some individuals...I also wouldn't be surprised if the arson was an inside let's pump the brakes and let po po do their thing with the investigation before everybody get their Law and Order on

I mean, damn...

...there was no sign of forced entry

I'm sayin', tho

Shit like that makes me wanna bust out and chant one of my favorite ol school joints...

The roof! the roof! the roof is on fiiiireeee!...

...we don't need no water let the muthafucka buuuurn!


Burn muthafuckaaaaa!



Aight, let me stop bullshittin'

I don't have much else to say except love, peace, and sooooooooul

Aight, I'm out like insurance money


Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @


CLICK HERE to read the news clipping of the arson