Purple Sector…

You may notice a rise in the (formerly nonexistent) use of the word “fuckword” on this blog.

Just wanna show you guys its origin. This is Wizard People, a re-envisioning of the first Harry Potter movie by Brad Neely. Who’s Brad Neely? Peep the next post.

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APC and SophNet hooked up (again? waay too many collabs, guys) and brought us this jacket. Now, I’m not one for blatant profanity on my clothing, so I’d probably never buy this even if I had the chance, but outside of the Fuckword on the back, it’s pretty dope. Simple, which is what these two brands do best, and better than just about anyone you can think of. The white one looks like a lab coat, but the red and black joints are dope, so those are the ones I posted. They go on sale on Nov. 22, for anyone who’s thinking of putting said fuckword on their person.

Whatup.

Told you I’d be back, just had to shore some ish up, yanahmean?

First off, I’ve got some new Lupe for ya’ll, called Fire, featuring a good, well known Jimi sample. Someone called me and told me about this, and knowing Lupe’s Nasir Jones-like track record of picking beats up to this point, needless to say I was a bit skeptical. Well, no need for that, the sample was pulled off well IMO, and the song comes out great. It’s the typical Lupe lyrical barrage, intricate, head-scratching, raw. Click the pic, hear the track:

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Am I Buggin out over this?

I was speaking to michelle on an upward incline, while sufficiently wigged out on perscription pain meds (THUG LYFE) and she asked me what the hell I wanted to make of myself, only in much kinder words.

A Lil’ backstory on Chelle, she’s a huge fan of Jamaica Kincaid and Tracy Chapman, who, after this conversation we had, I feel alot closer to somehow, which has been the catalyst for a renewed interest in their respective works (I had always checked for them on some levels, but now it’s gettin’ heavy as heaven for the two of ‘em.)

Jamaica and Tracy, and Ms.(Mz.?) Ani diFranco both feel that they need to be doing whatever it is they’re doing, to fulfill themselves, even moreso, to live. How many of us have a conviction that deep about anyone or anything? Is it crazy to anyone that i feel that way about music, and I’ve yet to put out a single?

Me and Lee had a BBM convo like a week and a half ago, and sparing the gory details, we decided that people need to have someone tell them that they should hold themselves in higher regard than they do, that people should care enough to care, if that makes sense. We both feel, from I gleaned, that life for either of us without being the cause of some change in the world, great or small, is time on earth squandered, air better breathed by someone else. but are we buggin’ out about this? Should we just chill and pay bills, and do what we can on the side? WTF?

Have you ever thought of yourself in the future? Have any of you ever had multiple, interchangeable visions of the future you? I haven’t. I only see myself pursuing one end. is that confirmation, or tunnel vision? Knowing all the risks, the rewards, the odds, the pitfalls and dangers and still wanting it just as much if not moreso, is that patience, or foolish ambition?

Am i buggin out?

I consider myself a pretty tech-savvy kinda fellow, I mean, come on, I run a blog. But I just now figured out WP has a mobile site. Which means no more having to be home to post ish to PSDN, which means I am officially 100 percent back like cooked crack! I hope you’re ready, interwebs! Coming later tonight: new vids, new links, new kicks, new rumors, maaaaaaaad new ish. But back to work for me, so peace, and stay classy, San Diego!

My dad has been bumping this song all week, and Im not gonna lie, I can dig it. So today I saw the video….. I was like WHAT? JAKE GYLLENHAAL, FOREST WHITAKER, RON HOWARD?? hahaha I was laughing so hard when I saw him. Im not hating on the dude, but his face in the video is so funny. He looks like he is about to bust out laughing himself. Props to Jamie Foxx for the laughs. I wish Wanda was there though.

Ok I was watching music videos on MTV Jams and this video came on.

Not only is Bow Wow butchering the art of the auto tune (as perfected by weezy,kanye,T-pain, and the originators zapp and roger and P-funk.) But he is also butchering a classic TLC song. Yes, as soon as the beat dropped, I was like OH HELL NO he did not just sample Baby,Baby,Baby.
Sorry Bow wow, but this song just doesn’t do it, and that is Actual and Factual.

People are always making sly remarks about this being another KanYe fan site. That, this is not. Truth be told, the guy just goes on a run every few weeks of consistently doing fresh stuff week after week, and we’re all about fresh here on PSDN. That being said, one of my favorite shows on TV, VH1’s Storytellers, is having him on, and here’s a preview, it’s him performing Stronger, and the set looks pretty cool. It’s also one of my favorite jams of his, so peep. Forgive the BS before the vid, I’ve been trying to upload better versions with other players, but to no avail.

Moving on, I’ve got a ShamWow parody a friend emailed me. I won’t go into any further detail, just watch and laugh.

Ronald Reagan was a terrible president. Why? There’s a laundry list of things. But for now, let’s talk about one: The “war on drugs”. Really? A war on drugs, you say? Well, what’s a war, then? Merriam-Webster defines war as these two things:

1 a (1): a state of usually open and declared armed hostile conflict between states or nations (2): a period of such armed conflict (3): state of war b: the art or science of warfare c (1)obsolete : weapons and equipment for war (2)archaic : soldiers armed and equipped for war

2 a: a state of hostility, conflict, or antagonism b: a struggle or competition between opposing forces or for a particular end.

Now, definition 1 is what most of us normally associate with war. Nation A hates Nation B’s religion, or weaponry, or religion, or eating habits, or needs it oil and hates its religion, etc.., so Nation A attacks B, B defends itself and attacks back, and Bingo! You’ve got a good old fashioned war. We’ve got two going on right now in Iraq and Afghanistan, respectively. That’s a pretty concrete example, no need to delve much further into definition one.

Definition two, however, is quite the quandary. Definition two, in spirit, is a sound definition. Let’s use drugs as the opposing force. Drugs are bad, that’s been established by years of  “Just Say No” and other slogans crammed down our throats since childhood by the spectral mugs of the likes of Nancy Reagan and others. Many drugs rip apart families, robbing individual members thereof, or the whole family, of money, safety, livelihood, and so on. The money earned in drug trade funds some pretty seedy dealings the world over: trafficking, murder, terrorism, wack rap albums, blah blah blah. They’re bad if abused or consumed by those who have no business being near them, which, when it comes to most of them, excluding the Reefer (which is less harmful than alcohol with more desirable side effects and fewer negative ones) is anyone with a pulse.  Cool?

Okay, so that’s out of the way.

A War on drugs is unlike any other war on any negative or opposing force. Why? Let’s compare, and take the war on poverty (which is non-existent, but we’ll take use the ideal sense of the thing.) Poverty is an indirect factor for most. Poverty can’t be bought, sold, or distributed in the purest sense of the word, though tools to perpetuate poverty can, have been, and are being bought, sold, and distributed every second. However, we can all agree that poverty is not a tangible, digestible object, it’s an abstract concept, a word defined and applied to separate and diagnose issues and problems affecting sects of societies worldwide. So, to do battle with poverty, there are no weapons needed. No bombs, no DEA, no mandatory minimums, no educational gaps, no guns, no inept police departments, no witness tampering, none of that. Money, oversight, intelligent individuals, well-laid plans,  and impoverished people are about all you need for a spirited war on poverty. Such is not the case with drugs.

Drugs are things that can be touched, licked, injected, snorted, smoked, huffed, blown into your eyes, put into water supplied, booty bumped (look it up) and otherwise used. So, one could say to war against drugs, you could take them away, and shut down their supply pipelines to insure they don’t return, or, at the very least, if they do or are going to, it would be simpler to repeat the aforementioned process. If that’s all you thought would be necessary to fight this war, take off your tie-dye tshirt, cut your hair and get a job, you hippie. Here’s what the war on drugs is: it’s a war against people associated with drugs. How else would you explain the supply on the part of the government of drugs to impoverished minority areas preceding and/or DURING said war. In order to war against drugs, you need to get the drugs and take them away, shutting down their pipelines. but you also need to incarcerate one or two minority ethnic groups at an alarming rate, and keep them there for a while. So to keep them there, you need what’s called a mandatory minimum, which, in short, means that anyone who commits any variation of crime A gets X amount of years, on the spot, in spite of any confounding or special factors, no mater how cooperative or small a player said criminal was in committing the crime. But you need somewhere to house all these people! So you tear down schools and neglect the ones you keep, and fund the building of prisons NEAR those towns and cities that need better schooling. and then you wait for little Jimmy and Joanie to graduate from an underfunded school full of underfunded, overworked, often times under-qualified teachers. But what do Jimmy and Joanie do when they can’t get good paying jobs because they learned at such a second rate school, and they nor their parents can front the money for a higher education? Well, if their horizons are that bleak, they might sell drugs in that neighborhood. And when they do, we catch em, and throw em in the clink conveniently located where a better school should have been! But there’s a problem, guys! If we’re so good at taking away drugs, eventually they’ll be no more, or a hell of a lot less, drugs in these neighborhoods contributing to our prison population.  Whatever shall we do?! Well, though crooked police and enforcement ineptitude, we help these confiscated drugs find their way BACK into the neighborhood! And now we’re free to lock up as many unsuspecting nigg…err…offenders as possible! Ahh, the circle of life!

Did you ever wonder why states down south can’t donate a penny or a half acre to a new charter or public school, yet subsidize INDEPENDENT PRISONS for tens of millions of dollars PER YEAR?! And why is it that after these people have paid their debt to society, they CONTINUE to pay by not being able to get loans, or jobs, or adequate housing, or VOTE?! But that’s fine, cuz’ they can get degrees in jail, right? WRONG. you wanna know what goes first when funds get tight in prisons? Basket weaving? No, education, dummy! So now, in 10 years, when Jimmy gets out of jail, with the same education, a lessened ability to get a good job, or good housing, or a loan to go to school or start a business, and the fact he’s been withdrawn from society for a decade, he’s supposed to be an upstanding citizen?! HOW THE HELL DOES HE DO THAT?! I’m not saying doing, selling, or distributing drugs is OK for anyone. drugs destroy lives and families, many of us see it happening firsthand in our neighborhoods or families. What I am saying is that the war on drugs is nothing of the sort, it’s a war on a select few group of people. Need more proof?!

The media and law enforcement would have you think that drugs are a “hood” thing. That only urban lower to lower-middle class minorities fall prey to their harmful effects. You want to know where all the methamphetamine and most of the ecstasy, oxycontin/codone, cocaine, and perscription drugs are abused? Suburbia. Ever seen a SWAT truck in Greenwich, Connecticut or Triton, Mass? Of course you haven’t, because as far as the government is concerned, that’s not as big of an issue as people from where I’m from who just want to puff twice and pass.

War? Huh? What is it good for?

Hunting me and you.

Here is some entertaiment for you guys.

Shout out to Juicy J and DJ Paul out in Hollyhood.