I Want To Beat Up Those Teen Boys Myself

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, as I’ve said countless times before, I’m going to try and keep this post short today. All I can say is, I want to put hands, elbows, knees and feet on all of those dudes who jumped that girl in Brooklyn, New York. Like, what in the actual fuck, man?! Seriously, on what planet is it ok for any guy, let alone a group of guys, to beat up on a girl? The way I see it, the authorities need to throw ALL of these stupid motherfuckers under the jail.

Ok, for those who are unaware, some real fuckery occurred in my city last week. Now, I don’t know the context behind this incident, but honestly, it doesn’t even fucking matter, fam. All I know is, a group of teenagers, mostly male, jumped a 15-year-old girl in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. Sadly, the entire episode was captured on camera and it involved a bunch of dickheads punching and kicking a defenseless girl. From there, a couple of them are seen walking off with her Air Jordan sneakers.

Now, at the moment, 12 losers (all between the ages of 14 and 17) were charged for the assault. Shit, the mother of one of those boys is on some “I wanted to kill him with my bare hands” shit. All in all, I fucking feel her, bruh. Real talk, if either one of my boys ever did some shit like this, I would let that girl’s father fuck them up. On the flip side, if a group of boys ever did that to my daughter, I’m putting a bat to everybody’s kneecaps. Keeping it a buck, I have no idea how something like that was even allowed to transpire, son. Hell, I don’t get how not even a single soul thought to stop this from happening, man. With that being said, string all of those bitch ass bitches up, fam.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say, bruh. Ultimately, that video made me furious, son. By and by, I don’t want to hear ANYBODY ask “what did she do?” It doesn’t fucking matter, man. At the end of the day, there is NO scenario that can justify what those boys did to that girl, fam. At this point, the law shouldn’t show any of these vagabonds mercy, brethren. That is all. LC out.

RIP Pop Smoke

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m running out of things to say when an artist dies prematurely. I mean, the shit seems to happen so often that I don’t really know how to properly express how tragic these situations are. In any case, I just want to say rest in peace to Pop Smoke. All in all, fuck the music, man. The way I see it, a 20-year-old just shouldn’t go out this way, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Pop Smoke, an up-and-coming rapper from Brooklyn, was gunned down in the Hollywood Hills home he was staying in. Apparently, sometime after 4AM on Wednesday morning, a bunch of dudes ran up in the house and shot Pop. Now, at first, it was suspected that he was killed during a botched home invasion. However, as more evidence comes to the light, it appears as if he was targeted from the jump, bruh.

Look, there are several things about this incident that don’t make sense, son. First, let’s talk about the four assailants, man. Now, as they left the house, which is owned by Teddi Mellencamp and Edwin Arroyave from The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, they didn’t leave with any stolen merchandise. Second, when the police were called, they were called by someone from the East Coast. Fam, does that even sound right? A shooting happens in Los Angeles and someone from across the country is the one to report it? Nah, bruh, I’m calling all types of shenanigans right now.

Now, we don’t have proof of anything, but it’s suspected that the shooting may have been related to Pop being a Crip. Either way, this crime was fucking senseless, son. Like, he was literally just getting started, man. Shit, he just released Meet the Woo 2 a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been playing “Christopher Walking” on repeat since before it dropped. In addition, he was just out there at Paris Fashion Week and a bunch of other high-profile events, trying to get away from the bullshit, fam. All I can say is, he never got a chance to fully integrate himself into his new life.

In the end, the nonsense needs to stop, bruh. Ultimately, nothing good ever comes out of this type of violence. Frankly, there’s probably going to be some kind of retaliation and some dudes are going to end up in prison. By and by, what’s the fucking point, son? At the end of the day, everyone loses at this street shit, man. So, leave the streets (and dumb motherfuckers who love the streets) alone. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Cats need to knock it off with that “he posted his own address, he did it to himself” shit. Fam, knowing where someone lives doesn’t give idiots the right to just run up in there and murder them. *Sigh* Folks ain’t safe anywhere, man. It’s a damn shame.

‘The Photograph’: The Debate Over Michael & Mae

Disclaimer: I’m back with all of the spoilers, brethren. Proceed with caution.

So, over the weekend, my wife and I went to go see Stella Meghie’s The Photograph. In any case, despite the fact that the film doesn’t stray too far away from common romantic drama themes, I still enjoyed myself, son. Moving on, after we saw the movie, my wife came across a brief review by Demetria L. Lucas. All I can say is, I disagree with her assessment of the main characters’ relationship.

Ok, before I continue, let me give a quick synopsis of the plot. So, the film revolves around Michael Block and Mae Morton. Anyway, Michael is a writer for an online magazine and Mae is a curator at a museum. Now, they end up crossing paths because Michael is writing a piece on Christina Eames, a famous photographer who also happens to be Mae’s mother. The truth is, I could delve into the entire storyline, but I’m trying to get to the source of the conflict between Michael and Mae.

Now, in the midst of getting to know each other, Michael finds out that he secured a writing job with the Associated Press in London, England. From there, Michael expresses to Mae that he still wants to pursue a relationship with her, despite her New York living situation. Hurt by the news, Mae rejects Michael’s wish to continue and chooses to just enjoy their final moments together.

With all of that being said, let’s get back to Lucas’ point. Now, in her Instagram post, she expressed disappointment with the fact that Mae goes to see Michael in London (for a Kendrick Lamar concert). In her eyes, Michael should be the one to make a move for Mae. But, the last time I checked, Mae says that she doesn’t want to pursue anything further with Michael. Frankly, when Michael gets on the plane to London, he’s under the assumption that Mae doesn’t want him. So, why would he continue to chase her down?

Look, I’m old enough to have had a few laps around the block, man. On the real, I’ve heard multiple women complain about men who “didn’t get the hint.” Also, I’ve heard women lament about guys who “wouldn’t leave [them] alone” or kept “badgering [them].” The fact is, Michael is simply respecting Mae’s wishes. Now, if Mae has a change of heart, which she ultimately does, then it is on her to communicate this. Fam, we’re all adults here. If Mae wants Michael, then she should tell him that, which is what brings her to England. All in all, I believe this situation happens exactly the way that it should, bruh.

Anyway, while I’m here, I want to address some of the caping that I saw for Christina in Lucas’ comments. Son, a few of these ladies need to stop justifying her behavior. Shit, I saw one comment where a woman said that people keep talking about Christina’s “perceived failures” instead of her accolades. Perceived? Fam, Christina gets on a Greyhound bus, without telling her partner Issac Jefferson, while pregnant with his child and doesn’t tell him (or Mae) that Mae is his for the next 30 years. Furthermore, Christina doesn’t tell her daughter that she’s sick and ends up writing all of her feelings in a letter. Keep in mind, Christina never shares any of these observations with Mae during her life.

All I know is, Christina’s accomplishments don’t negate the fact that she treats people terribly. Look, she has every right to not want to live a “mediocre” life with Issac in Louisiana. Hell, she would’ve ended up resenting him if she stayed. However, she’s still in a union with Issac. As a grown-up, she’s obligated to tell him that she’s planning to leave. She’s obligated to tell him that he has a child. Son, she essentially left Mae with the responsibility of repairing the relationship with Issac. Keeping it a buck, those aren’t “perceived failures.” Those are glaring character flaws, man.

In the end, I’m not here to bash anyone, fam. Ultimately, I just always find it interesting how factions of people can look at the same situation in drastically different ways. By and by, I thought the movie was good, bruh. At the end of the day, I think I can add it to my “rewatch-ables” list. So, great job, Meghie. Great job. That is all. LC out.

Bobby Love Was A Sh*tty Husband

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I was thoroughly entertained by Humans of New York‘s story about Bobby and Cheryl Love. I mean, after my wife sent me the Instagram thread, I was definitely enthralled by Walter Miller‘s, excuse me, Bobby Love’s story. In any case, I was a little taken aback by all of the comments from people who seemed to champion this love story. The truth is, regardless of the fact that he was running from the law, Love was just a shitty ass husband, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, the Love story goes as follows: Bobby Love was born with the name Walter Miller and was raised in North Carolina. Moving on, by his own assertion, he was a rebellious kid who engaged in all types of shenanigans. Anyway, after a string of bank robberies that left him with bullet holes in his ass (literally), Miller was sentenced to significant prison time. Now, after a relatively short period, Miller decided to escape from his bondage. So, eventually, he was able to duck past the guards, hop on a bus and he made his way to New York in 1977. From there, he changed his name to Bobby Love, met his wife and raised a few kids. Hell, his marriage has actually remained intact for about forty years, fam.

Now, the Love’s world came crashing down when the authorities finally caught up with him in 2015. After decades of being on the lam, Love was forced to confront his past and tell his wife who he really was. All this time, he had been lying to Cheryl about his true identity. In the aftermath of this ordeal, Cheryl has tried to gain clarity on this entire situation. She now believes that the gaps in Bobby’s love for her, pun intended, were due to this mammoth secret he was keeping. The way I see it, he was just a terrible fucking husband, bruh.

Look, in her own words, Cheryl said “We had some beautiful love making. But other than that, there wasn’t much affection. Not many hugs. Not much cuddling. Not much communication. I could only get so close and he’d shut down. Sometimes, when we were arguing, I’d be pouring myself out to him. And he’d just sit there with a scowl on his face.” *Sigh* I hate to break it to Cheryl, but I HIGHLY doubt that anything she just said is related to him being a fugitive.

Listen, being on the run is not an excuse for not being attentive. Being on the run is not an excuse for not giving hugs. Being on the run is not an excuse for not acknowledging a spouse’s feelings. Man, for years, Cheryl wondered if something was wrong with her because Bobby didn’t seem to give a fuck. Like, she shed a ton of tears feeling inadequate. All I can say is, I’m not chalking that up to him being an escaped convict, brethren. Now, I can understand not posing for pictures or wondering if he was being followed. But, in the sanctity of their home, he could’ve done a MUCH better job of valuing his wife. So, nah son, I’m not letting Bobby off of the hook for basically being an absentee husband.

In the end, I truly believe that Bobby Love was a typical dude from that generation. Ultimately, if he was paying the bills and raising the kids, then what’s the problem, right? By and by, I feel like Cheryl is now trying to give Bobby an out for his questionable behavior. At the end of the day, I don’t think that she wants to feel like she just wasted forty years of her life. All I know is, Walter Miller isn’t the reason why Bobby Love was a shitty husband. Frankly, Bobby Love did that all by himself. That is all. LC out.

Thanks For The Rings, Eli Manning

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I have a love-hate relationship with Eli Manning, man. I mean, there was literally NO middle ground with him, fam. Like, he was either a terrible quarterback or a Super Bowl champion, bruh. Either way, I greatly appreciate everything he’s done for my New York Giants, brethren. With all of that being said, the man can finally rest.

Ok, for those who missed it, after 16 seasons in the NFL, Manning has decided to retire. Now, as a fan, it’s been a rollercoaster ride with Manning as our quarterback, son. Real talk, we never knew which version of him we would get from season to season. Shit, one year, he might throw damn near as many interceptions as touchdowns. The next year, he might beat Tom Brady, Bill Belichick and the New England Patriots for the title. All I know is, Manning was as likely to give me a heart attack as he was to give me joy, man. But, I wouldn’t trade those two rings for less panic, fam.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, bruh. Ultimately, I want to wish Eli Manning a peaceful retirement. By and by, he may have been inconsistent at times, but he also reached the mountaintop more than once. At the end of the day, he’s a fucking winner, son. All I can say is, his accomplishments can never be taken away from him, man. That is all. LC out.

‘Power’ Recap: Paz Is The Dumbest Motherf*cker Ever

Disclaimer: I’m sure everybody understands how spoilers work, son. Act accordingly.

So, despite the fact that I’ve seen every single episode of Power, I believe that I’ve only written about the show twice. Side bar, in both cases, I was busy cursing out Tariq St. Patrick. In any case, last night’s episode was so preposterous, I felt obligated to talk about it, son. With that being said, let’s get into all of Paz Valdes‘ unscrupulous shenanigans.

Ok, before I even continue, let me make one thing clear, man. Real talk, NOBODY asked for a Paz Valdes episode, fam. Like, who gives a flying fuckity-fuck about Angela Valdes‘ sister, bruh? Shit, I barely gave a fuck about Angela, son. So, why would the team at Starz dedicate an entire hour to this doof of a woman? All I know is, NOTHING she does in this episode makes sense, people. So, let’s talk about some of her tomfoolery.

To begin, despite the fact that EVERY law enforcement agency has advised her that James St. Patrick didn’t kill Angela, Paz is still on a kamikaze mission. Now, since she’s hell-bent on bringing Ghost down, she makes several idiotic moves. First, she goes to Ghost‘s club and tries to get him to confess on tape. When that doesn’t work, she turns over incriminating evidence against her sister with the hope that it’ll bring down Ghost too. When that doesn’t work, she tries to convince Tommy Egan to kill Ghost, which is hilarious because Egan is the one who ACTUALLY killed Angela. Finally, after ensuring that her family will never get Angela’s pension, Paz turns down the money left in Ghost’s will. Meaning, her son and her father will continue to suffer under the weight of poverty.

Furthermore, the believability of this show continues to be nonexistent, man. Am I really supposed to believe that Paz would be able to sneak a gun into Ghost’s club? Especially since he’s running for Lieutenant Governor of New York? Man, if y’all don’t knock it the fuck off, fam. Keeping it a buck, Power stopped being realistic after Kanan Stark miraculously made it out of a burning building. Since then, the dialogue has been trash and the plot has been ridiculous. The truth is, I’m only watching the show because I need to finish what I started, bruh. At this point, I’m too far in to stop now, brethren. Side note, there’s a sexual pun in there, but I’ll just leave that in the air.

In the end, miss me with the Paz Valdes stupidity. Ultimately, no one needed this episode, son. By and by, Angela wasn’t as innocent as Paz likes to think she was. At the end of the day, Angela was a willing participant in Ghost’s nefarious activities. So, she got herself in the middle of some shit she had no business being in. From there, the streets did what the streets do, man. All I can say is, good riddance to the entire Valdes family, fam. That is all. LC out.

6ix9ine Finessed The System

So, here we are, son. After about a year of judges, lawyers and copious amounts of snitching, we finally know the fate of Tekashi 6ix9ine. Now, based on the charges he was facing, 6ix9ine could’ve been hit with a minimum of 47 years in prison. However, thanks to telling on everyone in Nine Trey, exposing people’s cards during Spades and revealing who shot Ghost in Power, 6ix9ine’s potential sentence has been DRASTICALLY reduced. *Sigh* I guess snitching really does pay, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, Judge Paul Englemayer officially let 6ix9ine know his future. Side bar, I’m calling him Daniel Hernandez for the rest of this post, fam. The way I see it, he’s not allowed to have a cool rapper name anymore, bruh. Anyway, thanks to Hernandez’ testimony against Aljermiah “Nuke” Mack, Anthony “Harv” Ellison, Kifano “Shotti” Jordan and the rest of the Eastern Seaboard, Englemayer gave him a two-year prison sentence. Keep in mind, Hernandez is also getting credit for time served. Meaning, he only has 11 months left behind bars.

Now, thanks to his cooperation, Hernandez’ lawyers hoped that he would be immediately released. However, Englemayer rebuked that theory. According to him, a lot of these crimes wouldn’t have been committed without Hernandez’ help. In fact, a bunch of the attempted hits were against other rappers that Hernandez had issues with. So, Englemayer didn’t just want to let him completely off of the hook.

Taking a step back, I want to briefly talk to the folks who are trying to justify Hernandez’ actions. Listen, he was a WILLING participant in Nine Trey’s fuckery, son. Frankly, he had NO problems with their movements when he was literally authorizing violence on other people (Trippie Redd / Chief Keef). He had NO problems with their movements when he was starting shit with gang members from Los Angeles and Chicago. But, as soon as the energy turned to him, he ratted everyone out. So, nah, the caping has to stop, man. On the real, he’s not a fucking victim here. The way I see it, he invited all of this chaos into his own life. That’s how karma fucking works, fam.

In the end, Hernandez finessed the system, bruh. Ultimately, he’s getting only a small fraction of the consequences for his actions, son. By and by, we’ll see if anybody tries to make a move on him. At the end of the day, he’ll probably be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life, man. *Sigh* I wonder if the success of “Gummo” was worth it, fam. Probably not, bruh. Probably not. That is all. LC out.