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.

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What Do Y’all Want From This Site?

So, today’s post is going to be a little bit different, son. Basically, I’d like to have a direct dialogue with my audience, man. With that being said, I want to ask a simple question: what does everyone want to see on this site? Now, at this point, I’ve spent a number of years just rambling about whatever crossed my mind. On the real, I’m super thankful for everybody who holds me down, fam. In any case, I’ve never really taken the time to cater to the needs of my supporters. Well, that changes today, bruh!

All in all, I’d like to hear from all of the fine folks out there. So, what kind of topics would people like to see me touch on? Is there a different format that I should consider embracing? Feel free to let me know on any of my platforms: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter or right here on this site. Side bar, my handle is “icbfdotcom” on all of those social media sites. Thanks a lot, brethren. LC out.

P.S. Shout-out to my wife Triciah for giving me the idea to do this. Love ya, babe!

A Thank You Post To My Readers

So, I’m going to keep this post reeeeeally short today, son. Basically, I want to give a shout-out to everyone who reads this blog, man. Being real, I have no idea why anyone pays attention to my random ramblings. However; I’m super appreciative for all of the support, fam. As of right now, thanks to everyone out there, this has been the most successful year of my blogging career. Side bar, is this a career? I mean, all I do is talk shit online, bruh. Then again, plenty of people make a living doing the same exact thing. In any case, because of the love I’ve been getting, I’m hyped to keep the journey going, folks. With that being said, let’s keep the proceedings proceeding, people. Viva la internet thuggery! LC out.

Mark Zuckerberg Invented Skynet

So, I won’t lie, son. I’m only halfway joking with the title of this post. On the real, Mark Zuckerberg and Facebook are flying really close to sun, man. I mean, artificial intelligence sounds good until Skynet has us all hiding underground. Ok, yes, that does sound far-fetched, but I don’t like the idea of AI developing its own language, fam. All in all, it doesn’t sound like Facebook has a proper handle on the situation.

Now, let me explain why “conspiracy theorist” LC is awake today. Apparently, an AI system being developed by Facebook created its own language. At first, researchers thought that the AI was speaking gibberish. This assertion continued until they realized that the different AI agents were able to understand this coded language. Basically, these muhfuckas gave up on English and were still able to talk to each other. To make matters worse, the same outcome has occurred in every scenario researchers have created.

Ok, let me get this straight, son. Scientists created the AI, programmed the agents to speak English and the agents said “fuck that.” Nah, fam, I ain’t comfortable with any of this shit, bruh. Before we know it, John Connor is going to have to send Arnold Schwarzenegger back in time to defeat the T-1000, man. Shit, all jokes aside, we’re setting a dangerous precedent if we’re creating technology that we can’t control. By and by, these inventions are supposed to help us, not have us on edge, fam.

In the end, maybe Elon Musk is right. Look, Zuckerberg is already a legend for everything he’s been able to accomplish this early in life. However; maybe he really doesn’t fully understand AI. All I know is, I’m not looking forward to a rising of the machines. Shit, people may be looking for a zombie apocalypse, but a robot apocalypse might really be around the corner, son. LC out.

P.S. I wholeheartedly believe James Cameron is from the future, son. I mean, he predicted all of this shit, man. Real talk, we all need to consult him going forward. Clearly, he’s the only one who can save us, fam. That is all.

Don’t Microchip Me, Bro!

Man, what in the “we might really be in The Matrix” type shit is going on, son? Is this what Corporate America is doing now, man? Microchips? Really? Nah, fam, this isn’t something I can get onboard with, bruh. Listen, Big Brother already has us by the balls, folks. We really don’t need to start putting foreign technology in our bodies. All I know is, count me out, people.

Now, for those who are unaware, an organization in Wisconsin is pioneering this microchip wave. So, Three Square Market, a technology company, is giving employees the option of putting a rice-sized chip between their thumb and index finger. Once this is done, with just their hand, employees can complete such tasks as swiping into the building and ordering from the cafeteria. As of now, 50 of the company’s 80 employees have volunteered.

Look, I’ve worked in Corporate America full-time for ten years now, son. All in all, I’ve never had a problem with a simple ID card, man. On the real, I have two issues with this setup, fam. First, the idea of putting a chip in my body just sounds crazy. The ability to get through the main door or order a burrito doesn’t seem like a good enough reason for putting a foreign substance in my body. In addition, while I may be a slight conspiracy theorist, there’s no way I can trust an organization with that type of access, bruh.

Second, speaking as someone who’s been laid off before, there’s no loyalty in Corporate America. So, I’m just going to let a company that can fire me put a chip in my hand? Hell fucking nah, fam! Shit, I know what it’s like to have to give back company property. What, they’re going to just dig in there and take out my chip if I have to leave the premises? No thank you, son. Just give me a keycard and let me go about my day, man.

In the end, keep this Agent Smith shit away from me, bruh. All I want to do is go to work, come home and mind my business. I don’t need remnants of my job in the same hand I use to wipe my ass, fam. That is all. LC out.

Do We Want The Righteous Or The Ratchet?

So, to begin, the above picture has little to do with the premise of this post. Frankly, I’m using the images of Ayesha Curry and Cardi B as a means of trolling. With that being said, I have a real question for all of my readers. Does everyone out there want the righteous or the ratchet? I ask that because I always notice the difference in response between posts about political/social issues and posts about pop culture. All I want to know is, is celebrity more important than the issues that affect our everyday lives?

Now, before I continue, let me keep it a buck. On the real, I’m thankful for ANYONE who reads this blog. I mean, I’m wholeheartedly surprised that folks pay attention to my random ramblings. In any case, as people could probably tell, I’ll talk about any and everything on this platform. Frankly, this blog is essentially a snapshot of my free association writing. So, I will continue to touch on a wide variety of topics. However; I do find it odd/slightly disheartening that people would rather read about things like Rap beef than police brutality.

Look, let me be clear, son. Regardless of what I write about, I’ve gained a base that will support me. I mean, that’s fucking beautiful, man! I check my analytics everyday and do the Carlton Dance out of pure joy. With that being said, it scares me that sensationalism seems to be more important than reality. While I thoroughly enjoy making fun of pop culture fuckery, I also want people to take a greater interest in substantial issues. Being honest, in the grand scheme of things, speculation about Kim Kardashian‘s ass shouldn’t trump healthcare, pun intended.

In the end, I’m sorry if I’m coming off a bit preachy here. On the real, that’s truly not my intention, man. Listen, I’m really no better than anyone else, son. Basically, I’m just a random dude with an internet connection who happens to care. Ultimately, my only goal is to make everyone out there aware of what’s happening around us. Now, don’t worry, I’ll keep making fun of our celebrities when they do dumb shit, fam. However; I just want people to care about the righteous as much as we seem to care about the ratchet. That is all. LC out.

Do We Have To Snapchat Everything?

So, I have a feeling that this post may cause a few people to be in their feelings. However; I shall push through, son. Now, when it comes to the use of social media, I have a real question for everyone out there: does anyone actually have fun anymore? Seriously, if people literally spend the entire night documenting their “experiences” on Facebook, Instagram or Snapchat, are they actually enjoying themselves? Maybe this is the sign that I am completely washed out here in these streets, but I really don’t fucking get it, son.

Now, I’m not going to pretend like I’m some unicorn who doesn’t take pictures or videos. However; there’s gotta be a limit, man. Day after day, especially on weekends, I see COUNTLESS people taking hours worth of footage from one damn event. I mean, maybe I’m old school, but how the fuck am I supposed to get my dab on properly if I’m too busy holding my phone in the air? How am I supposed to pelvic thrust a twerking lady properly if I’m worried about angles and filters? Speaking of which, why the fuck are dudes recording a bouncing ass instead of trying to dance on it? What part of the game is that, son? Shit, I want no affiliation with that type of behavior, man. None at all, bro.

In the end, I don’t care if I look like Buzz Killington out here. All I know is, keep that constant recording shit away from me, son. If anyone sees me in the club dancing like my knees don’t have arthritis, let me cook, bro. Hell, we all knew social media went too far when DJ Khaled put the birth of his own child on Snapchat. Nah, son, no one can explain that type of shit to me, man. No thanks. I’m cool on all of that, bro. Good day.