In His Grandmother’s Backyard…

AHHHHHHHHH! *Sigh* At this point, that’s the first thought that comes to mind, son. Good fucking Lord, man, how many times do we have to go through this shit?! Like, is there ANYWHERE on God‘s green Earth that we won’t be shot, fam? Look, a dude can’t even be safe in his grandmother’s backyard?! Once again, it’s mind-boggling how cops always “fear for their lives” and never properly assess the situation. All in all, Stephon Clark died for NO fucking reason, bruh!

Ok, before I continue, let me address the individuals who will justify the officers’ actions. Now, let’s just say, hypothetically, that Clark was actually breaking car windows, as the authorities claim. Even in that case, why were the 20 shots warranted? Listen, when I watched the body cam footage, I saw two officers roll on the scene, fail to identify themselves, yell “gun” and just start firing. After all of that, did Clark have a weapon? Nope. He was simply holding an iPhone, son. All I know is, if Clark was really guilty of a crime, then that’s what due process is for. Let the courts decide his fate instead of MULTIPLE bullets.

Look, on the real, I’m not even going to get into the racial implications of another unarmed Black person getting shot. Real talk, I’ve done that COUNTLESS times on this blog, man. Instead, I want to talk about the GROSS ineptitude of our police departments. Now, let’s just pretend that these shootings aren’t based around an irrational fear of Black people. Even if that were the case, which it isn’t, why are folks cool with how cops handle these situations? Why are folks cool with the fact that officers ALWAYS shoot before getting a handle of the situation? Their constant “fear” puts us all at risk and people should be WAY more critical of their constant lack of proficiency.

In the end, I don’t want to hear about broken car windows and I don’t want to hear about Clark’s criminal record. Ultimately, those areas have NOTHING to do with the matter at hand. By and by, even if both things are accurate, that doesn’t mean he deserved to die. At the end of the day, if the cops weren’t in danger, which they weren’t, they had no reason to shoot that man so many times. When it’s all said and done, a “they feared for their lives” defense shouldn’t be enough, fam. Perception and assumptions shouldn’t be enough to end a man’s life. Frankly, they assumed that he was armed and then they took his life. Officers never need to be right in order to be defended. That, in and of itself, is a LARGE part of the fucking problem, bruh. *Sigh* I’m just drained, son. That is all. LC out.

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‘All Eyez On Me’ Was Trash

Disclaimer: Spoilers, spoilers and more spoilers. Listen, don’t say I didn’t warn you, man.

Look, I’m not going to lie, son. I actually feel bad that I’m about to ether a Black movie. I mean, I always try to support my people, especially in an industry that rarely represents us correctly. However; I also feel like I have the right to criticize something I spent my money on. On the real, work is not exempt from judgment just because my people were involved. With that being said, this new All Eyez On Me movie about Tupac Shakur is trash, garbage and basura, son. Listen, I’m the biggest Pac fan in the world and I left the theater disappointed. Now, let me explain myself further.

So, before I begin the drag fest, let me talk about some of the positives of the film. First, the casting is good. Well, in certain places, son. Anyway, Demetrius Shipp Jr., Danai Gurira and Kat Graham are convincing as Pac, Afeni Shakur and Jada Pinkett-Smith, respectively. They all look the part and they deliver their lines with conviction. However; the lines they are forced to utter are fucking terrible, son. All in all, that brings us to our first major problem.

Bruh, who wrote the fucking dialogue for this movie? Man, every single conversation drags because the interactions between the characters are comically bad. On the real, I literally said “what the fuck” while watching a scene where Pac is recording “Brenda’s Got A Baby.” The scene is supposed to convey Pac’s need to improve his circumstances, but just makes him look like an asshole who’s barking on some hapless engineer. The dialogue simply isn’t good enough to properly depict his mental state.

Next, the film goes from 1971, the year of his birth, to 1991 in the first twenty minutes. So, the filmmakers can dedicate two hours to the last five years of his life, but barely flesh out the formative years that made him? Son, I don’t want to simply see a reenactment of his finals days. Pac was all over the damn news during these years, fam. A lot of us already know about the fuck shit he got himself into. On the other hand, delving into his childhood with Afeni and Mutulu Shakur could’ve been eye-opening. Delving into his time in Marin City, California could’ve been informative. Honestly, it would’ve given the audience some context into why Pac behaved the way he did.

Moving on, the movie is also inaccurate. I mean, Jada said it herself. In real life, Pac never read her the letter he wrote for her. He never told her he was going to California. Also, they never had an argument about his tomfoolery at one of his concerts. To make matters worse, Pac is using a cotdamn iPhone in one of the scenes! Good fucking Lord, man! This entire film is half-baked and half-assed. L.T. Hutton and Benny Boom should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves, son.

In the end, I can’t recommend this movie to anyone. I wasted my money on this shit, fam. Keeping it a buck, this travesty took two and a half hours of my life, bruh. Seriously, I had to go play The Don Killuminati to get this shit out of my head. Needless to say, this film isn’t Straight Outta Compton. Ultimately, I guess we can blame that movie for making fools think this bullshit would work. *Sigh* LC out.

Instagram: The Supreme Ruler Of Petty

I’m not going to lie, son. When I updated the operating system on my iPhone last night and saw what Instagram did to Snapchat, I laughed for about five minutes straight. Bruh, IG simply refuses to let any other application be great. The Jedi-level of pettiness consistently displayed by the Facebook-owned company is truly hilarious, man. Now, I have to ask the question: can Snapchat survive?

Now, for anyone who doesn’t know what I’m talking about, IG added a new feature in the latest iteration of their app. Essentially, they’re allowing users to post picture/video “stories,” which will disappear after 24 hours. All Snapchat users know this is a blatant bite of what that app does. Now, apparently, Mark Zuckerberg and company tried to buy Snapchat back in 2013 and Snapchat told them to kick rocks. So, what does a gangsta do when a mark ass trick doesn’t want to get down with their crew? Take over the whole block, bitch! Bruh, they straight thugged Snapchat out of their own idea. At this point, once Instagram figures out how to bring the dog filter to all of the twerking IG honies, it’s a SUPER wrap for Snapchat, man.

To be real, this isn’t the first time Instagram has been Petty Wap or Petty Pendergrass. Does anyone remember Vine? IG got them the fuck out of here, man. I had a Vine account for about a smooth three days and cancelled that shit with Flash-esque quickness. Look, I’m a simple dude, son. I’d much rather use one app as opposed to two or three. So, if IG wants to consolidate everything under one roof, I’m here for all of it, man. With that being said, let the pettiness continue!

Ultimately, we’ll see if Snapchat makes it out of this predicament. After CEO Evan Spiegel breaks all of the collectibles in his office, him and his team need to figure out how they’re going to stay alive. If not, the ride was fun while it lasted, son. Good day.