Can We Stop Politicizing The Death Of Soldiers?

So, keeping it a buck, my wife believes that I should run for office one day. However; there’s one glaring issue, son: I hate politics. I hate politics because it always gets in the way of human decency, man. Elected officials will take ANY situation and twist it into some bipartisan affair. Frankly, it’s disgusting, fam. It’s even more disgusting when this type of fuckery affects Gold Star families. Look, we argue about EVERYTHING in this fucking country. Can we leave dead soldiers out of it, bruh?

Ok, all of the tomfoolery began after four American soldiers died in Niger, West Africa. Now, details are still murky, but it appears that a 12-man Army team was ambushed by 50 ISIS soldiers. In the aftermath, Sgt. La David Johnson, Staff Sgt. Bryan Black, Staff Sgt. Jeremiah Johnson and Staff Sgt. Dustin Wright laid dead from the confrontation. Under any circumstance, this is a terrible outcome for a soldier. However; the ensuing political firefight has made my blood boil, son.

Now, once word got out about the tragedy, the conversation evolved into whether or not Donald Trump called the families of the fallen soldiers. From there, he incorrectly asserted that previous presidents, especially Barack Obama, didn’t speak with Gold Star families. Next, Congresswoman Frederica Wilson alleged that Trump told La David Johnson’s wife that he “knew what he signed up for.” After that, Wilson, Trump and White House Chief of Staff John Kelly got into a debate about who was telling the truth.

Listen, if Trump really said that to Johnson’s widow, then he’s the lowest form of scum. But, I already knew that about him, man. Shit, this behavior wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest, fam. The problem is the fact that the death of these men is being used to make a political statement. I mean, have we no fucking shame, bruh? These guys literally laid down their lives for this country. Can they get a little fucking respect, people?! This ain’t the damn time to be arguing about who said what to who and when. Honor these fucking soldiers, son!

In the end, I hate politics, man. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, fam. Ultimately, people want to make a point as opposed to being right. Honestly, I can’t take the constant bullshit, bruh. *Sigh* I guess this really is politics as usual, folks. LC out.


The Lesson I Learned From ‘Dirty John’

Disclaimer: There are spoilers in this joint, son. Don’t say I didn’t warn anybody, man.

So, my wife put me onto a podcast last week. She told me about a wild ass six-episode podcast named Dirty John. It was created by the Los Angeles Times and hosted by reporter Christopher Goffard. Essentially, it tells the story of the preposterous marriage between Debra Newell and John Meehan. Long story short, a TON of fuckery happened during the course of their relationship and I was left stunned. Frankly, after listening to this podcast, I learned one valuable lesson, fam: love is overrated.

Ok, before people get on me, let me explain my position. Now, keep in mind, I’m a happily married man. I love my wife and I love my kids. However; love has never made me stupid, bruh. Like, I’m not going to put up with certain shit just because I love someone, son. Shit, that was Newell’s problem, man. She ignored GLARING signs about her husband just because she was in love with him. On the real, she was willing to sacrifice her relationship with her kids just to maintain this union.

Moving on, that’s not even half of the story, fam. As time went on, she found out that he lied about his job, had a drug addiction, spent time in prison AND had multiple domestic issues with other women. Now, even after discovering all of that information, she STILL stayed with him for a little while longer. In any case, when she finally decided to leave, he jumped into pure stalker mode and harassed her at every possible turn. Shit, this entire saga reached its boiling point when he tried to kill Newell’s daughter. Ultimately, his plan backfired and he ended up dead.

Listen, I’m no better than anyone else, but I know my limits, bruh. I refuse to let love make me an imbecile, son. I mean, this woman nearly lost her child because of a relationship. On the real, if I were one of her kids, I’d never forgive her for this shit, man. Like, someone almost died because of Newell’s bad decisions, fam. All in all, was any of this shit actually worth it, bruh? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

In the end, love is phenomenal, but there’s a ceiling, son. Logic, common sense and good judgment should never be replaced by love, man. Ultimately, Debra Newell learned that lesson the hard way, fam. By and by, everyone should go listen to that podcast, bruh. Keeping it a buck, I haven’t even touched the tip of the iceberg in this post, people. Listen, soooooo much shit happened in that story. Anyway, I’m here to put folks up on the wave. Everyone’s welcome! LC out.

All Dudes Need To Pay Attention To #MeToo

Look, let me keep it a buck, son. All of my dudes out here need to pay attention to this #MeToo movement, man. Listen, as I watch women share countless stories of abuse and harassment, I’m left with a sense of pure confusion. I mean, I’ve never been naive, but who the fuck is raising a lot of us? Why the fuck is such sexually aggressive behavior so prominent? Shit, it literally seems as if EVERY woman I know has had to deal with some form of trauma. All in all, the shit needs to stop, fam.

Ok, for those who are unaware, the hashtag #MeToo has been trending on social media. Now, even though the slogan was started by Tarana Burke a decade ago, it got new life in the midst of the Harvey Weinstein scandal. So, after Alyssa Milano suggested that women tell their stories, the floodgates opened, bruh. With topics ranging from stalking to molestation to rape, a TON of women shared their deepest and darkest secrets. Frankly, it was difficult to read a lot of these stories, son.

For me, it’s hard to reconcile just how many ladies go through this bullshit, man. Hell, even when I talk to my own wife, I hear about some of the awful situations she’s been placed in. On the real, we need to take responsibility for this nonsense, fam. Real talk, instead of telling women how not to get abused, we need to show each other how to not abuse. All I know is, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do with my two sons. Look, I’ll be damned if either one of them contribute to the madness that women go through.

In the end, nothing else needs to be said, son. We as men need to do better, plain and simple. Ultimately, instead of blaming women for their own tragedies, let’s make sure we don’t add on to their sorrow, man. By and by, that’s the lesson we all need to take from this movement. LC out.

I’m HYPED For ‘Black Panther’!

So, I don’t want to waste any time, son. I’m fucking AMPED for this Black Panther movie, man! Listen, T’Challa has been around since the 1960s and he’s FINALLY getting his just due, fam. All I know is, I have full faith in Ryan Coogler and Chadwick Boseman, bruh. With that being said, February 16, 2018 can’t come soon enough, people. All in all, I know Black folks are going to show out when the movie comes out.

Ok, I won’t lie, son. I have a complicated history with the Black Panther character. Now, I started reading comic books in the late 1980s and I was never a big fan of T’Challa. Keep in mind, this has nothing to do with the character itself. Frankly, Marvel Comics did a terrible job of writing stories for him. Shit, despite the fact that he’s the king of Wakanda, one of the smartest men in the world AND insanely rich, Marvel never made him interesting. Real talk, they always made him a sidekick or gave him some bland ass storyline.

In any case, it seems as if the powers that be are finally trying to get the character right. Between this film and Ta-Nehisi Coates‘ comic book reboot, T’Challa is staring to get the love he deserves. On the real, as soon as Coates’ series dropped, my wife and I made sure we got our oldest son a copy. Side note, shout-out to my homie Mitch for hooking my little boy up with a first edition, son. Anyway, all I can say is, I’m happy to see the first Black superhero get his proper shine.

In the end, enough of my rambling, man. Everyone should just watch the trailer below. Ultimately, anyone who isn’t moved by this footage has no soul, fam. By and by, I shall be ready with my tickets when the movie is released, bruh. Viva la Black Panther! LC out.

dvsn Is Drake’s Best Act

So, I won’t lie, son. As I write this post, I’m playing “Nuh Time/Tek Time” at ignorant volumes. With that being said, I won’t mince words here, man: dvsn is BY FAR Drake‘s best act, fam. I mean, given the current musical landscape, this is exactly the type of R&B that I want to hear, bruh. Shit, in an age where singers can’t sing and producers can’t play instruments, I get hyped when I hear music like this. All in all, anybody who’s sleeping needs to get onboard.

Now, keeping it a buck, I caught on to the dvsn wave around the time “Too Deep” dropped. I was aware of their first two songs (“The Line” and “With Me“) but I didn’t take the time to listen. Needless to say, once I heard “Too Deep,” I scavenged for anything else I could find, son. In any case, once Sept. 5th came out, it was a wrap, man. Besides the aforementioned jams, I kept “Try/Effortless” and “Do It Well” on repeat, fam.

Moving on, as of right now, I’m knee deep in their new album, Morning After. Now, I didn’t think I’d be able to say this, but the production may be better on this record, bruh. I mean, Nineteen85 put his whole foot, ankle and shin in these instrumentals, son. In addition, Daniel Daley is still showing folks that vocals matter. Listen, let me just say it like this: they sampled the god Maxwell on “P.O.V.” and I didn’t want to shoot them in the kneecaps, man. Real talk, that takes talent, fam. All I know is, lesser men would’ve royally fucked that up, bruh. By and by, folks need to quit reading this and just go listen to the album.

In the end, this post ain’t a shot at anyone else at OVO Sound, son. Folks can keep enjoying PartyNextDoor, Majid Jordan and Roy Woods, man. All I’m saying is, if I were a betting man, I’d put my money on dvsn, fam. Ultimately, any music that’ll make a girl strip should be appreciated, bruh. Shit, nothing else needs to be said here. LC out.

New Music Fridays: LC ‘On My Bended Knee’

Good day, ladies and gentlemen! LC is back with another edition of New Music Fridays. By now, the people who follow this blog should know the deal, son. With that being said, “On My Bended Knee” is today’s jam. Now, all of my music is personal, but this song is REALLY personal, man. Real talk, I just had to get some shit off my chest, fam. In any case, the same rules apply, bruh. Everyone can stream/download the song on SoundCloud and stream it on YouTube. Let’s keep the proceedings proceeding, folks. LC out.

Harvey Weinstein Is Out Here Wilin’

So, I’m going to just keep it a buck, son. Harvey Weinstein is a stone cold predator, man. I mean, how many more women are going to come forward about his creepiness, fam? Listen, this Weinstein situation is a prime example of an industry heavyweight using his status for evil, bruh. All I can say is, I don’t give a fuck about what he’s done for film and television, people. This man is a sexual abuser, folks, plain and simple.

Now, in case anyone has been living under a rock, a ton of Weinstein’s dastardly deeds have come to the light. Apparently, he’s been taking advantage of innocent women for eons. Based on reports from Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohey in The New York Times and Ronan Farrow in The New Yorker, Weinstein has been assaulting women for decades. Also, to hide his insidious behavior, he’s paid out a ton of settlements. On the real, he’s been able to skate on all of these accusations because of his Miramax and Weinstein Company clout.

Listen, after taking a look at his list of accusers, it’s clear that he’s tried to get his paws on every notable actress in Hollywood. From Gwyneth Paltrow to Angelina Jolie to Ashley Judd, this dude has left a trail of victims in his wake. Shit, just take a listen to this tape released by The New Yorker. On it, he’s trying to convince a woman to come into his hotel room. During the conversation, he tells her not to embarrass him, not to ruin her friendship with him and even promises not to grope her like he did the prior day. Fam, this clown is basically admitting to his own perversions on tape!

Real talk, it’s disgusting that people have let him cook for so long, son. Yes, it’s difficult for victims to admit to their abuse, but what about everyone else, man? No one can tell me that other people didn’t know about the shit he was doing, fam. So, cats just let him ride because he’s a Hollywood big shot? He’s free to take advantage of anyone just because he can green light a film or a TV show? Man, people’s priorities are ALL fucked up, bruh!

Look, let’s be real for a second, son. Weinstein is basically the living embodiment of Donald Trump‘s “grab ’em by the pussy” mentality. Now, I’m not trying to turn this into a political debate, but this is exactly why that “locker room talk” excuse was never acceptable, man. Listen, rich, famous and powerful men are used to abusing their influence for their own benefit. Frankly, they don’t give a fuck about who they hurt in the process, fam. Now, as we can all see, Weinstein frequently used his position to be a predator, bruh.

In the end, Weinstein is beginning to get what he deserves. Now, being fired from his own company is a start, but criminal charges need to be filed against this man. Frankly, no one who’s committed his level of treachery should get off scot-free, son. In addition, a stint in rehab is nothing more than sanitized bullshit, man. Ultimately, criminals need to be treated like criminals. Hell, I’m sure he’d have the time of his life in a prison’s general population. By and by, I don’t want to hear anybody cape for this dude, fam. Yeah, that goes for Donna Karan too, bruh. I saw the bullshit she said. Enough is enough, folks. LC out.