I Finally Got Hit By The Facebook Algorithm

Ah, Facebook. I mean, what can I say about this website, son? It can be extremely useful and the Devil at the same time, man. All in all, Facebook has been an integral part of my blog’s success since I started writing in 2010. In any case, after numerous changes over the years, I’m finally starting to get hit by Mark Zuckerberg‘s constant updates. With that being said, I’m not exactly sure what that means for the future of my blog.

Now, let’s be honest, fam. On the real, I shouldn’t have to explain the heat that Facebook has received over recent years. Frankly, given the disproportionate amount of “fake news” that’s been spread across the site, Zuckerberg and company have had their feet put to the fire, bruh. In response, the company has made sweeping changes to how content is curated. Namely, it’s more interested in interactions between individuals than promoting businesses and websites. Obviously, I fall into the latter, son.

Look, I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t transparent, man. Real talk, in the early days of my blog, Facebook was responsible for about 60% of my traffic, fam. The way I see it, I wouldn’t have a following if it wasn’t for the site, bruh. Thankfully, those early years have helped me build a base that continues to support me. However, I’m starting to notice a massive drop-off in “reach,” son.

Shit, let’s talk about this “reach,” man. Basically, Facebook allows users with a dedicate page to see how many people were “reached” by their respective posts. Now, up until a few months ago, I was used to seeing hundreds/thousands of people “reached” by the content I was posting. Moving on, does anybody want to guess how many people “saw” my post yesterday? Eight, fam. Eight! So, out of all of my followers and all of the people in my Friends List, Facebook only showed my shit to eight people, bruh. Needless to say, I was fucking tiiiiiiight, son.

Honestly, I can actually point to the exact day the shift happened, man. So, back on May 15th, I wrote an article about the tomfoolery of the abortion laws in Alabama and Georgia. Anyway, Facebook told me it was “reached” by 1,078 people. The next day, I made a post about the Wu-Tang Clan documentary on Showtime. Facebook told me it was “reached” by 11 people. Ever since then, my shit has been drastically off, fam. In the span of a day, my engagement on that site decreased by 99%.

Thankfully, I have a dedicated fan base who’s been riding with me for years. So, my actual views are as strong as they’ve always been. Keeping it a buck, my original fans are the ones who are keeping my shit afloat, bruh. The problem is, it’s been harder for me to attract new people. But, LC will figure out a way around the bullshit, son. Hell, it’s impossible for me to walk away from shit that I care about, man.

In the end, that’s enough rambling from me for today. fam. Ultimately, I just want to thank everyone who’s held me down from the beginning. By and by, it’s a great thing that a lot of the legwork was done in the earlier days, bruh. All I know is, if I were starting a new blog today, I don’t even know how I would gain traction in this new system, son. At the end of the day, it’s a good thing that I don’t have to worry about that part of it, man. That is all. LC out.

P.S. I’m also not falling for the Facebook gaffle of paying to increase my “reach.” Fuck that, Zuckerberg! Fuck all of that, fam. Good day.

FaceApp: Putin’s Favorite Application

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, this post has nothing to do with Vladimir Putin, man. Then again, this post may have everything to do with Putin, fam. The fact is, none of us really know where our data goes after we freely give it out. For me, that’s the inherent problem, bruh. All in all, I think the lot of us needs to fall back from all of these trends and internet shenanigans.

Ok, for those who don’t use social media, a particular photo-editing application has been taking over. Now, everyone on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter seems to be using FaceApp. Moving on, the app has the ability to alter a person’s picture, making them appear younger, older, of a different gender or any other combination of things. Recently, folks have been abusing the app and making themselves look like grandparents. In any case, the trend might’ve already jumped the shark and it’s only been a couple of days.

Now, with all of that being said, allow me to get into my conspiracy theorist bag. So, does anybody know where all of our information goes? Better yet, does anybody actually read the privacy terms for these apps? First, the company that owns FaceApp, Wireless Lab, is a Russian-based organization. Second, the company not only owns all of the content, but also logs cookies, IP addresses, browser information, etc. On top of that, I just don’t trust anything that can be used for facial recognition, son.

Keeping it a buck, this post isn’t really about Russia or any political hack-jobs. Side bar, I still don’t trust Russia as far as I can throw them, man. Given all of the fuckery they’ve pulled off in our election process, I wouldn’t put anything past them, fam. Anyway, the grander point is, where do we draw the line, man? Like, when will we stop giving all of these companies our data, bruh? Shit, Mark Zuckerberg alone probably knows more about us than we do. So, why are we giving additional apps our faces, son? I mean, maybe I’m paranoid, but we legitimately have no control over what they do with our likeness, brethren.

In the end, put the cotdamn phone down, son. Ultimately, The Man is listening to our phone calls, 23andMe has our DNA and FaceApp now has our faces. By and by, don’t be surprised when the powers that be start creating cyborgs that look like us and can mimic our conversations. Sound crazy? Well, we already gave these companies all of the data they need, man. James Cameron done already warned us about the T-1000, fam. That is all. LC out.

Don’t Ever Throw Hands With Mike Tyson

So, let me get straight to the point, son. On the real, there are just certain things in life I would never do, man. Like, I would never climb Mount Everest. I mean, just take a look at all of the people who are dying as we speak. In addition, I would never play Russian Roulette. Shit, why would someone invent that stupid ass game, brethren? Lastly, I would never get into a fucking fist fight with Mike Tyson. For God‘s sake, what was Wack 100 thinking, fam?! All in all, ain’t no podcast convo worth a left hook to the dome, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, Wack, The Game‘s manager, was recently a guest on Tyson’s Hotboxin’ with Mike Tyson podcast. Now, since Tyson has gotten into the weed game, he basically gets high with his guests and has a grand ol’ time. Side note, I need to make it out to Tyson Ranch, son. Anyway, the conversation went left when Tyson asked Wack about Tupac Shakur. Basically, Wack has been talking wild shit about Pac for years and Tyson was one of Pac’s closest friends. Needless to say, Tyson didn’t take too kindly to the disrespect, man.

Moving on, here’s where things get foggy, fam. Now, as alluded to by Wack, he apparently swung on Tyson first. From there, his story becomes vague. On the other hand, Tyson responded by quoting himself and saying “everyone has a plan ’til they get punched in the mouth” on Instagram. Either way, it seems like Wack got his fucking wig rocked by Tyson. With all of that being said, what kind of dumbass fights Mike Tyson ON PURPOSE?!

Look, do I need to bring up the footage, bruh? Hell, Tyson used to MURDER people in the boxing ring, son! Real talk, he specialized in hurting the fuck out of people, man. Like, I can’t remember the dude’s name, but I’m pretty sure Tyson knocked a dude out from a body shot, fam. A fucking body shot, y’all! All I know is, that is NOT the man to fuck with. The way I see it, Wack can save all that “but who landed the first shot” shit. If I hooked off on the Hulk first and got smashed into dust, who really won, people?

In the end, just leave Mike Tyson alone, son. Ultimately, that dude spent a LIFETIME being a crazy motherfucker. By and by, if he wants to just lay back and smoke weed, then let that guy cook, man. At the end of the day, we don’t need the “I want to eat his children” dude to resurface, fam. That is all. LC out.

Don’t Be A Hypocrite About Kevin Hart

So, I won’t lie, son. Real talk, this post is going to piss some Black people off, man. But, the hypocrisy needs to stop, fam. Like, we can’t pick and choose what to be outraged over, bruh. The way I see it, a number of people are looking at this Kevin Hart situation the wrong way. All in all, everyone is allowed to grow and mature, brethren. However, everybody should also be held accountable for the shit that they say and do.

Ok, for those who missed it, Hart recently stepped down from hosting next year’s Academy Awards. Now, before I continue, let me say that I believe Hart should be allowed to host the Oscars. I mean, let’s be honest, son, he’s not the first celebrity to do something fuckerous. Shit, Woody Allen seems to be at the ceremony every fucking year, man. In any case, Hart felt the need to backdown after some of his old tweets popped up. Apparently, some years back, Hart let the jokes fly at the expense of gay people. Needless to say, folks weren’t happy about it, fam.

Now, here’s where my issue with Black people comes in. Look, let’s keep it a buck, bruh. If the internet found out that Amy Schumer was making a bunch of “nigger” jokes 10 years ago, no one would let her live, son. And rightfully so, man. On the real, in a situation like that, Black people wouldn’t accept her “I’ve learned from my mistakes and I’m a better person now” apology. Frankly, we wouldn’t believe her. So, if we wouldn’t be cool in that scenario, why should gay people be cool with Hart right now? To put it bluntly, we can’t excuse a dude for saying “fag” if we would roast someone else for saying “nigger.” A slur is a slur is a slur, fam.

With that being said, Nick Cannon‘s defense of Hart doesn’t hold a lot of water, bruh. Ok, yeah, he found evidence of White celebrities also using gay slurs. All I can say is, they should be held accountable too. In the future, if Schumer or Sarah Silverman are pegged to host an awards show, let’s bring these tweets back to life. In that hypothetical circumstance, they should have to step down as well. However, that doesn’t pardon Hart, son. Like, what do we want, man? Do we want to be right, or do we want to be able to get away with the same wrong shit as White people? In all seriousness, that’s the only question that Cannon seems to be asking, fam. Regardless of how folks feel, Hart was wrong for the shit that he said, bruh.

In the end, Black people have to stop being selective with our outrage, son. Ultimately, I think that Hart should still be allowed to host the Oscars. But, we need to stop downplaying what he said. By and by, gay slurs aren’t cool, man. At the end of the day, if we wouldn’t be okay with racial slurs, then we shouldn’t be okay with gay slurs, fam. All I know is, prejudice is prejudice, regardless of who it’s aimed at, bruh. That is all. LC out.

P.S. I need Kevin Hart to stop talking about other people’s “negative energy.” Real talk, anytime he gets caught doing some dumb shit, he always blames the “negative energy” of other individuals. Look, “negative energy” ain’t cause him to cheat on both of his wives. “Negative energy” ain’t cause him to freely use homophobic language. Nah, bruh, Hart just needs to own up to his shit, son. Hell, we all fuck up, man. Just eat that shit and move on, fam. Good day.

Umm, I Love Jill Scott

Disclaimer: My wife knows I love Jill Scott. Like, I looooove Jill Scott. So, don’t judge me, son. I’m going to be out here wilin’ today.

Ok, let’s just skip the formalities, man. Real talk, if anyone has ever listened to Jill Scott’s music, they’d already know she’s a freak freak, fam. With that being said, the video circulating around social media shouldn’t be a surprise, bruh. Regardless, the creep in me gives her two thumbs up, folks. I mean, come on, people! This is Grade A entertainment, brethren! All jokes aside, I didn’t need another reason to crush on Jill Scott. However, she definitely gave me one.

Now, for those who missed it, Scott is out here letting her freak flag fly. Apparently, at a (recent?) show, Scott gave the crowd a preview of her fellatio game. Like, she went through ALL of the steps on her microphone, son. She started with no hands, THEN she hit the two-hand pepper mill, THEN she gave some love to the balls and THEN she let the mic finish on her face. Side note, if anyone thinks I’m being crude, just watch the video, man. I didn’t make up any of this, fam. In any case, her simulation has opposing opinions on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

Look, let’s be honest here, bruh. On the real, if anybody is taken aback by Scott’s actions, then they must’ve never heard a word she’s sang, son. Hell, before I continue, I want everyone to read some of her lyrics below:

Love slipped from my lips, dripped down my chin and landed in his lap…

Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck, blended with my all day Chanel scent…

Flip side, stomach meets sheets, he plows inside as if he’s making beats…

Listen, the moral of the story is, Scott’s BEEN with the shits, man. Frankly, that’s one of the main reasons why I’ve had a crush on her for so long, fam. Shit, her musical talents are a given, bruh. Plainly put, she has one of the best singing voices ever. However, she’s also freaky as a muhfucka, dawg. For God‘s sake, who doesn’t love that, man?!

In the end, long live Jill Scott! Ultimately, this video proves that she wasn’t bullshitting in them lyrics, son. By and by, Scott is exactly who she said she was, fam. At the end of the day, I’m here for all of it, bruh. Now, let me go holla at my wife and apologize for my public thirst. Good day. LC out.

My 500th Post

So, I won’t lie, son. I don’t really have anything weighing on my mind today, man. Well, that’s not true at all. I mean, I have a million things on my mind, but nothing that I feel the need to write about, fam. Instead, I just want to take this time to thank any and everybody who supports this raggedy ass blog, bruh. Shit, as of today, I’ve reached 500 posts, brethren. Real talk, that’s a lot of fucking writing, folks. All I can say is, I wouldn’t have kept this up if people didn’t hold me down. Hell, every time I’ve wanted to quit, someone would randomly give me a word that I needed to hear. With that being said, I just want to acknowledge the fact that I don’t take any of it for granted. In the end, I’m going to do my best to make sure my shit ain’t trash, people. Love y’all! That is all. LC out.

Nas Wrote A Dissertation About Kelis

So, this entire story is a mess, son. I mean, I’ve already talked about Kelis‘ allegations against Nas. I’ve already spoken about how disappointed I was/am at the idea of one of my favorite rappers being an abuser. Now, apparently, Nas has had enough, man. In probably the longest Instagram post I’ve ever seen, Nas addressed every statement that Kelis has made against him. In addition, he made a few explosive accusations of his own, fam.

Ok, before I continue, let me make something clear, bruh. Look, I’m not here to take sides in this debate, son. Frankly, none of us were in the Jones family home, so we don’t know what’s real, man. With that being said, Nas alleged that Kelis completely fabricated the rumors against him. Also, he claimed that SHE was the one who was abusive in the relationship. Shit, he told stories about how she attacked him in front of their son and alienated him from some of his family and friends.

From there, Nas claimed that Kelis is only doing this because of their custody fight. Currently, the two stars are in court over their son, and according to Nas, THIS is why Kelis is saying such things about him. Now, to be real, I don’t know what to make of this scenario, fam. Like I said before, none of us were in their home. So, I don’t know who’s telling the truth and who’s lying. All I know is, it’s a damn shame that all of this is playing out in public, bruh. Hell, they have a son to raise, man. On the real, the kid doesn’t need to grow up knowing that his parents hate each other, people.

In the end, people can read Nas’ dissertation here. Real talk, I suggest that everyone reads the entire thing, son. Ok, yes, it’s long as fuck, but Nas said a lot of shit in there, man. Ultimately, custody battles are always trash and tragic, fam. By and by, ALL parents need to figure out how to co-parent harmoniously. At the end of the day, the children need it, bruh. That is all. LC out.