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.

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I Don’t Want To Watch ‘When They See Us’

So, I want to take this time to be honest, son. On the real, I haven’t watched Ava DuVernay‘s When They See Us yet. Frankly, my spirit can’t take it, man. Like, the Central Park Five case makes me mad, fam. I mean, REALLY mad, bruh. Shit, my wife damn near had to force me to watch Ken Burns‘ documentary, y’all. The fact is, so many things that minorities fear about the justice system are wrapped up in this case, people. All in all, New York City stole the youth of five innocent men.

Now, before I continue, let me say that I’m not going to explain the entire case here. Hell, that’s what DuVernay’s Netflix series is for, son. However, I just want to touch on some of the shenanigans that caused these young men to lose themselves. First, there are the “confessions.” Real talk, the police department put the fear of God in a group of teenagers, man. The truth is, the cops scared a bunch of Black kids into admitting to a crime they flatly didn’t commit.

From there, the prosecutor, Linda Fairstein, did her best to railroad these young men. Despite the fact their “confessions” didn’t add up, she fucked them. Despite the fact they had alibis, she fucked them. Despite the fact their DNA didn’t match the culprit, the District Attorney‘s office STILL burned them at the stake. To make matters worse, even after Matias Reyes, the real rapist, admitted to the crime, authorities CONTINUE to claim the Central Park Five were responsible. Look, Reyes’ DNA proved he was the offender, yet Fairstein and company REFUSE to acknowledge the truth. Side note, don’t get me started on Donald Trump and all of his racist “bring back the death penalty” bullshit. All I know is, this case makes my soul hurt, fam.

In the end, I do believe everyone should watch this series, bruh. Ultimately, I’ll most likely end up watching it too. By and by, I just need to mentally prepare myself, son. At the end of the day, these are the perils that people of color have to deal with in this country, man. *Sigh* It’s just incredibly draining to constantly go through the nonsense, fam. That is all. LC out.

P.S. New Yorkers have plenty of reasons to shit on Bill de Blasio, but at least he gave the Central Park Five their money, bruh. Keeping it a buck, Michael Bloomberg is permanently on my shit list for fighting that settlement, son. Good day.

B.o.B Is The Dumbest Man Alive

All jokes aside, how many dumb ideas can one dude have, son? Look, in my eyes, everyone has to pick a thing, man. Like, we all should only be allowed to have one ridiculous belief, fam. For me, I believe The Rolling Stones are better than The Beatles, bruh. Yes, I know some people may think I’m insane, but no one can convince me otherwise. With that being said, rapper B.o.B is DETERMINED to have the most preposterous ideas, folks. First, he claimed that the Earth was flat. Shit, he even got into a beef with Neil deGrasse Tyson about it. Now, he’s claiming that slavery never existed in America. All in all, this clown can’t be fucking serious, people.

Ok, as I stated in the previous paragraph, Bobby Ray is alleging that slavery didn’t happen in America. So, he posted some bullshit on his Instagram page and proudly proclaimed that there was no slavery in his DNA. Furthermore, he wondered why we could find dinosaur bones but couldn’t find any slave ships. Now, outside of the fact that he’s insane, his fuckery bothers me for another reason, son. Look, if this clowncake did even the SMALLEST amount of research, he’d know that everything he’s stated has already been debunked. With that being said, let’s start with slave ships, man.

Now, in Washington, D.C., there’s a little Smithsonian museum called the National Museum of African American History and Culture. Essentially, this museum chronicles the entire history of Black people in the United States. Please note, I’ve written about this exact place on my blog before. Meaning, the virtues of this building have already been added to the zeitgeist. In any case, this museum has tons of valuable items on display, such as artifacts from slave ships that B.o.B claims don’t exist. As it stands, anybody can go to D.C. right now and see remnants of the São José Paquete Africa, a slave ship from Portugal.

Moving on, what confuses me even more is the fact that B.o.B is from the South. I mean, he can go to a bunch of different states and see a preserved plantation right this moment, fam. At the end of the day, there are millions of conspiracies, bruh. However; the existence of slavery isn’t one of them, folks. It just is what it is, people.

In the end, I don’t want to hear any more tomfoolery from B.o.B, son. At this point, I only need him to do one thing, man: give me Sevyn Streeter’s number, fam. I mean, that woman is fine as fuckity-fuck, bruh! In any case, Bobby needs to leave the happy dust alone and go back to making music that people actually care about. Keeping it a buck, he hasn’t really done that in a number of years, folks. LC out.

Handclaps For Kendrick Lamar!

So, I’m going to keep this post short today, man. Ultimately, I’m just here to congratulate Kendrick Lamar on the success of DAMN. I mean, let’s just keep it a buck for a second, son. This man hasn’t missed yet, fam. On the real, he’s never dropped a wack project and that’s including the mixtapes. Now, I’m not going to join the Peter Rosenberg bandwagon and proclaim that Kendrick is the best rapper ever. However; I can say that he’s successfully put himself on the level of the greatest emcees of all time. With that being said, let’s give that man his flowers while he can smell them.

Now, day after day, I see people complain about the state of music. At this point, there have been countless dissertations about why subgenres like “mumble rap” are trash. For me, instead of railing against shit I don’t like, I’d much rather champion the music I actually dig. So, I take pride in seeing songs like “HUMBLE.go number-one on the Billboard Hot 100. I take pride in seeing all of the songs on DAMN. set streaming records. Listen, there’s so much good music out here, so why waste time talking about the shit we don’t like? All in all, we should just jam out to whatever makes us move and call it a damn day, son.

In the end, there really isn’t much more to say here, fam. Shit, Kendrick did it again, man. Anyway, before I go, let’s just run through my favorite songs from the project. As of right now, I’m jamming out to “DNA.“, “ELEMENT.”, “LOYALTY.”, “HUMBLE.”, “FEAR.” and “DUCKWORTH.” Let’s keep the good music rolling, son. LC out.