Dry Contradiction Well

24 04 2017

Dallas

Dallas Morning News:

Aspiring rapper convicted in bloody Dallas drug house robbery that left 3 dead

I just thought of something:  Take off the trailing “g” and it would be aspirin. Though “aspirin rapper” doesn’t have the same ring.  Then you’d need “acetaminophen rapper.”

Justin Pharez Smith once wanted to be a famous rapper. Now he’s a convicted killer who could be sentenced to death.

As if that’s a contradiction.  Google “aspiring rapper” and you won’t find many stories about Nobel Prizes.

The day before Smith systematically gunned down four people in a Dallas drug house robbery, he released “Fear,” a song in which he rhymed “body bags” and “toe tags.”

Yes, it’s hard to imagine the artist behind such a sweet romantic ditty going right out the next day and murdering people.

The former University of Arkansas at Pine Bluff student once delivered an anti-drug, anti-violence spoken-word performance in Washington, D.C.

That’s not really a contradiction, either.  I’ve noted in this space several times in the past that the cottage industry of the gang mitigation industrial complex consists in part of a conga line of “former” gang bangers who schlep from school to school, from rec center to rec center, telling lil’ shorties how not to get mixed up in gangs.  Though you’d think that people who never were in gangs would be the kind of people giving out that advice.

The difference is that those kind of people do the thuggy thing first and then start in on the anti-violence hustle.  This one merely got the order reversed.

He could be sentenced to death when the punishment phase of his trial begins Monday.

Don’t worry.  Even if he is, he’ll have plenty of time on death row while all the paperwork and legal hassle is worked out to drop a sheeyt load of mixtapes.

The rampage that may lead Smith to death row was miles removed from his youth in Pine Bluff, where he grew up with his grandparents and regularly attended church. Smith was involved in a college mentorship program at UAPB and was an active member of the Kappa Alpha Psi fraternity.

Many a narrative fall down go boom with that paragraph.

And if you’re in the mood for even more aspiring rapper, call up my oldie but goodie.





The World Versus Aldi

24 04 2017

Bentonville, Arkansas

“Wal-Mart lowers prices to take on Aldi”

Doesn’t that sentence seem a little weird to you?

“Queen competes with street harlot for affection of man”

There must really be something wrong with the economy if the most well known and obvious retailer of inferior goods in the food and grocery business is the dog, and the world’s biggest retailer is the tail.





Pile On While the Piling’s Good

24 04 2017

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

Within a 75 minute time span this afternoon, two different people lodged two different complaints against my writing style.

One said that I’m not boring enough, that I’d have a bigger audience if I was not given to colorful metaphor.  (Not quite in those words, but that’s the gist of it.)  The other one said that I must be on staff at Oxford University because he was confused about my rhetorical conveyance.  (Again, not exact words.)  I had to respond to this one by noting that while Oxford’s American English volume is my go-to dictionary for both printed and online (*), that’s the extent of my relationship with the school.

If you’ve ever wanted to bitch about my writing style, be my guest in the comment thread.  You might as well get it done and over with, after all, today seems to be the day ordained in the stars for people to do that.  While I have relatively thick skin, the other side of the coin is that I suffer from having a good memory.  “Suffer,” because it means I remember things I really need to forget, and eternally sulk over them.  I am for the rest of this day arresting my ability to be offended at anything, being sure to read me my own Miranda rights — Otherwise, this star-crossed day is going to get the better of your ever-lovin’ blogmeister.

(*) – While Merriam-Webster has moral cache for Americans because it is on the business lineage of the life and work of Noah Webster himself, its definitions have been getting too political for my tastes lately.





No Media

24 04 2017

KCMO

“Media are not permitted in to record the sessions. No interviews are allowed of participants.”

And yet, no outrage from the media?

Because the media want to run interference for all the insane kooky shit that will be shoveled inside.

What we know won’t be discussed.





If Anyone Knows

24 04 2017

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

Am I it on a stick when it comes to St. Louis-based and at least partially focused Alt-Right nodes?





Minds Share

24 04 2017

Washington, D.C.

My problem?

It isn’t with what he proposes, and it’s not even so much with the mechanics of implementing it.

It’s that he, and everyone else important, seems to have conceded mindshare to Faceberg.

In proposing that Faceberg should do this that or the third to be more fair, they are implicitly confessing that the world is and needs to be on Faceberg.

And that’s why Mark Zuckerbook is smiling when he reads this.

I’m not on Faceberg.





Ferris Dindu’s Day Off

24 04 2017

Downtown

My good buddy (ahem, ahem, cough, cough), doesn’t really seem to say anything in his latest op-ed.

So I guess I’ll have to ride to his rescue, as friends often do.

Murder doesn’t take a day off around here because we can’t seem to get rid of our dindus.   Mind you, our dindus, for some odd reason, have been especially agitated over the last five years, especially over the last three years, for some reason I can’t seem to (cough, cough, Trayvon) put my fingers on (cough, cough, Fergaza Strip).

They won’t even take a Sunday night off.

I do see something a wee bit contradictory here.  Messenger, in a round about way, claims that Dotson is just peddling excuses when, among other things, he leans on the “weak gun laws” crutch, but then, just a few words later, he gushes all over Lyda’s “courage” because she stayed in the city and “started a political career” to combat violence.  Putting the pieces together, most of her anti-violence political energy ever since she first won alderwoman in 1997 was been to caterwaul about guns.

Backing up for a moment, Messenger alludes to Dotson leaning on the crutch of “pointing out that the city’s homicide numbers are skewed compared to most big cities because of the city’s separation from St. Louis County.”  That’s the excuse the CVC cooked up more than three years ago, and it only took me a few moments to blow through it.

One more thing:

Politics won’t fix the city’s murder problem. Neither will a new chief. The challenge is greater than that. Step one is to follow the advice of Dan Isom, the chief who preceded Dotson.

“How much do you care about every person who has lost their life in the city of St. Louis?” Isom asked at a mayoral forum in February. Each of the 47 people who as of Friday had lost their lives in the city has a story. They were utility workers and sportsmen. They were students and basketball players. They were husbands, and wives, who leave behind, perhaps, a spouse who will dedicate her life to solving the violence that has plagued this Midwestern city for decades.

The problem is that Isom is the only person of major public consequence who wants us to think about the victims.  Because if we actually did start thinking about the victims, then we’ll notice things and conclude that most of them are the same kind of thugs that murdered them.  Most of the rest are innocent white people, which then forces us to think about anti-white hate crimes, which of course ((())) and Co. absolutely don’t want.