Boxing Is Killing Everyone

So, before my fellow boxing fans jump down my throat, yes, I’m being facetious with the title of this post. But, seriously, what the fuck is going on, son? Ok, I know that a good number of boxers have died in the past. However, right now, it seems like these tragedies are more prevalent, man. All in all, Rest In Peace to all of the fighters who have lost their lives.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Patrick Day, a Super Welterweight fighter from New York, just passed away yesterday. He died four days after getting knocked out by Charles Conwell in the 10th round of their bout. Now, during the fight, after a barrage of punches from Conwell, Day went down and slammed his head on the canvas. From there, the referee immediately stopped the fight and Day was taken to the hospital. Sadly, he lost consciousness and never woke up again.

Now, as fucked up as this situation is, the sobering part is the fact that Day is the fourth person (that I know of) to die this year from injuries sustained in the ring. I mean, based on the records I’ve seen, Day joined Maxim Dadashev, Hugo Santillan and Boris Stanchov on the list of boxers who’ve died in 2019. All in all, the number of deaths is higher than the regular yearly average.

Look, from what I can tell, one or two boxers might unfortunately die every year. In any case, there are also years where no one dies at all. So, I really wonder why this year seems to be a bit different. Like, what are the factors that are contributing to the spike, fam? Sure, getting punched in the face/head is never truly ideal. But, boxing has been around for hundreds of years, bruh. Frankly, I don’t know if fighters are hitting harder or if the canvas is just a cotdamn death trap, son.

In the day, the phrase “you don’t play boxing” is sadly accurate. Ultimately, it’s a super tragedy that Day lost his life, man. By and by, I hope Conwell isn’t too hard on himself, fam. The way I see it, he never intended to inflict that type of damage on Day. At the end of the day, boxing can be a brutal sport and we can’t take these warriors lightly, bruh. All I know is, they’re literally putting their lives on the line, son. Anyway, RIP Patrick Day. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Even though he didn’t die, Adonis Stevenson is another boxer who almost passed away this year. *Sigh* Shit is frightening out here, man. Real talk, I pray for the safety of all of these fighters. Good day.

RIP Atatiana Jefferson

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, when innocent Black people are killed by the police, I swing between two different emotions: rage and numbness. Shit, depending on the day, I’m either a raging maniac or scarily numb. All I can say is, I’m in the rage stage right now. The fact is, there are NO circumstances that can justify the death of Atatiana Jefferson. Frankly, I’m having a hard time articulating myself, man.

Ok, for those who are unaware, this past weekend, Jefferson was murdered by Fort Worth officer Aaron Dean in her own home. Now, according to the story, around 2:30 AM on Saturday, Jefferson was babysitting her nephew. Apparently, her neighbor noticed that her front door was slightly open. Anyway, being a concerned neighbor, this individual called the police and asked them to do a wellness check. From there, within a second or two of arriving on the scene, Dean shot Jefferson through the window, in front of her nephew. Please note, he was lurking outside of her house and never identified himself as an officer.

Now, before I continue, let me address those “she had a gun in the house” people. Yes, motherfucker, if a person I don’t know is outside of my window at 2:30 in the morning, I have every right to arm myself. The truth is, Dean didn’t follow any protocol, didn’t properly assess the situation and shot an innocent woman in her own fucking house. On the real, I don’t want to hear any of that “he feared for his life” shit. This dickhead was there for a cotdamn wellness check, fam. What part of the game is shooting a woman through the fucking window, bruh? Honestly, I’m mad as FUCK right now, son.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, man. Ultimately, I just want to say Rest In Peace to Atatiana Jefferson. By and by, she died in the most senseless way, fam. In addition, I feel terrible about the fact that her nephew was there to witness that, bruh. At the end of the day, fuck Aaron Dean and I hope the courts give him exactly what he deserves. That is all. LC out.

It Feels So Good To Be Wrong About Amber Guyger

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not the type of guy who’s afraid to admit when he’s wrong, man. Shit, if anyone read yesterday’s post, I firmly believed that Amber Guyger was going to get away with murdering Botham Jean. As of right now, I was happily mistaken, fam. All in all, this is one of those moments where it feels good as hell to be wrong, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, a Dallas jury convicted Guyger of murder. For once, someone was actually held accountable for killing an innocent Black man. In any case, due to this conviction, Guyger faces a maximum of life in prison. The problem is, the jury could also give her a minimum of five years.

Look, from the beginning, that’s all we’ve ever asked, son. Frankly, we just want our murderers to face justice, man. We just want our killers to deal with the consequences of taking our lives. With that being said, it appears that Guyger will have to face the music, fam. All I know is, this is how the justice system is SUPPOSED to work, bruh.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, I just hope that they jury doesn’t give this woman a light sentence. By and by, she should have to do some real fucking time for killing a man in his own apartment. At the end of the day, there’s no way to victim blame here. Jean was in the safety of his own home, minding his own cotdamn business. For someone who “thought” that Jean was the intruder, Guyger was the real one trespassing, man. All I can say is, she deserves ALL of the prison time, fam. So, don’t fuck this up, Texas. That is all. LC out.

RIP John Singleton

So, I won’t lie, son. I don’t have much to say today, man. On the real, this shit is just trash, fam. All I can say is, Rest In Peace to John Singleton, bruh. Frankly, it’s a damn shame that we lost someone who’s done so much for the culture. All in all, his legacy is solidified and we need to keep his art at the forefront.

Ok, for those who missed it, things went downhill very quickly, son. First, on April 17, it was reported that Singleton had a stroke. Apparently, after returning from Costa Rica, he experienced weakness in his legs. Next, on April 25, news spread that Singleton slipped into a coma. Now, five days later, the iconic director has passed away.

Keeping it a buck, Singleton was way too young, man. I mean, 51 is not the time that people should be dying, fam. Especially not when they’re still contributing to the zeitgeist, bruh. Shit, he was the brain behind Snowfall, one of my current favorite television shows. That’s not to mention Boyz n the Hood, Poetic Justice, Higher Learning, Baby Boy and all of the other films that showed his genius. Side note, I really wish he actually directed All Eyez on Me. Listen, that movie was a shit show and Tupac Shakur deserved better, son. In any case, I’m just glad that we’re still able to enjoy the work he put in, man.

In the end, RIP to a great one. Ultimately, we all need to get our health checked, fam. By and by, the idea of dying at 51 is shocking, bruh. At the end of the day, health is wealth and we all need to make sure we’re doing our part. Now, excuse me while I watch reruns of Snowfall and yell at Franklin Saint for not handling his own wet work. That is all. LC out.

I Almost Disowned My Mother Over Stan Lee

So, allow me to keep it a buck for a second, son. Real talk, if anyone doesn’t understand how legendary Stan Lee was/is, then I really don’t want to know that person. Taking it a step further, if I have a friend/family member who doesn’t comprehend Lee’s GOAT‘ness, then I’m not sure that I can continue our relationship. I mean, Lee was The Gawd, man! Seriously, where the fuck would Marvel Comics or the overall zeitgeist be if Lee never existed, fam? Shit, I don’t even want to imagine such a world. All in all, Rest In Peace to one of the greatest dudes ever!

Ok, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let me explain the title of this post, bruh. So, once upon a time in elementary school, I was a HUGE comic book fan. Side note, I dare someone to test my knowledge on anything before like 2005. Honestly, I’ve got this, son. In any case, around like the third grade, I came across a special comic book: an original edition of Amazing Spider-Man #300. Now, for anyone who is unaware, this issue contains the first full-length appearance of Venom. Moving on, the comic first came out in 1988, but somehow in the early 1990s, I found an original copy. Needless to say, I was fucking HYPED, man!

Anyway, even though Lee didn’t write that particular issue, it’s no secret that Peter Parker was his brainchild. Hell, Parker along with every other Marvel character who has ever mattered, fam. All I can say is, getting ahold of Venom’s first foray meant EVERYTHING to me, bruh! On the real, I read that comic once and put it back in the plastic, son. Listen, I didn’t want to risk creasing it, man.

Now, fast forward to my freshman year of boarding school. I came home for my first vacation and noticed my room looked a little different. Most notably, my bookcase seemed to be missing all of my comic books. To add insult to injury, I definitely noticed that Spider-Man #300 was missing. From there, I asked my mom where my comics were and she uttered four words that changed our relationship: “I threw them out.” I immediately asked her why she would do such a thing and she said “you’re a teenager now, I figured you wouldn’t want them anymore.” All I know is, that might’ve been the only time I legitimately wanted to hit my own mother with the Stone Cold Stunner.

Look, I told that story to highlight one main point: Stan Lee invented a universe that I NEEDED to be a part of. Like, he created characters with nuance, fam. He created characters with ethos. For God‘s sake, he based Professor X and Magneto on Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X! What else do people need to know, bruh?! Yeah, these heroes had unreal abilities, but a lot of them had VERY real problems, son. Keeping it a buck, what awkward teenager couldn’t relate to Peter Parker? Being a superhero didn’t absolve him from the trash-ness of high school, man. The fact is, Lee built a world that all of us could identify with AND get lost in.

In the end, RIP to the greatest! Ultimately, his influence will forever be solidified. By and by, Marvel is stronger than ever and it’s directly because of his influence. At the end of the day, legends never die, fam. Long live Stan Lee! That is all. LC out.

P.S. Man, I still don’t know if I’ve forgiven my mom. Look, I just Google‘d the price of an original copy of that Spider-Man issue and got mad all over again. *Sigh* Her and I need to have another discussion, son. Good day.

Ian David Long: When ‘Thoughts & Prayers’ Don’t Work

So, I’m going to start today’s post a little different, son. Normally, I would give some intro about what I was going to talk about. But, before I say anything, I want people to read what Ian David Long wrote in a Facebook post the other day. So, here we go:

I hope people call me insane .. wouldn’t that just be a big ball of irony? Yeah… I’m insane, but the only thing you people do after these shootings is ‘hopes and prayers’.. or ‘keep you in my thoughts’ … every time… and wonder why these keep happening …

Now, to be clear, these are the words of a Marine veteran who shot and killed 12 people at the Borderline Bar & Grill in Thousand Oaks, California. Look, in one post, a mass murderer destroyed our country’s indifference to gun control AND mental health. Real talk, after every incident, politicians send out “thoughts and prayers,” but never do anything to remedy the situation. Sadly, Ian Long knew this, man.

At this point, no one knows why Long committed these killings, fam. I mean, there’s speculation that he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder after his time in Afghanistan. Shit, if that’s the case, should he have been allowed to legally purchase a .45-caliber Glock handgun? Listen, these are the type of scenarios that reasonable people think about when asking for gun reform. Real talk, I’m not one of those folks who think that nobody should have a firearm. I just want to make sure that the ones who do are in their right fucking mind. Clearly, Long was not one of those individuals, bruh.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say, son. Ultimately, I can’t definitively say that I know the reason for all of these mass shootings. Is it gun control? Is it mental health? Is it terrorism? Is it a combination of all of the above? I don’t fucking know, man. All I know is, this “thoughts and prayers” shit isn’t working, fam. With that being said, I’m tired of all of the partisan bullshit. At the end of the day, our elected officials need to get to the bottom of the issue and nip this shit in the bud, bruh. For God‘s sake, how many more people have to die? *Sigh* Rest In Peace to all of the victims, brethren. Once again, a group of innocent people died for no reason. LC out.

Shot In His Own Damn Home: The Story Of Botham Shem Jean

Fam, this story makes me so fucking mad! Like, I’m not even sure where to direct my rage, son. I mean, the senseless death of Botham Shem Jean was already bad enough, man. But, now the authorities keep changing the fucking story! Why? To protect one of them own, bruh. Real talk, from the jump I told my wife that they would find a way to get Amber Guyger off of the hook for murder. Now, as it currently stands, I HIGHLY doubt any real justice will be served, people.

Ok, for those who have been living under a rock, Botham Jean was shot in his own damn home. Originally, it was said that Guyger, a Dallas police officer, was coming home after a 14-hour shift. Apparently, she lives on the third floor of this apartment building, but got off on the fourth floor. Next, she tried to use her key on Jean’s door, but of course, it didn’t work. After struggling with the lock, Jean opened the door. From there, she assumed he was an intruder and shot him in the chest. Finally, Jean was pronounced dead after he was taken to the hospital.

Fast forward to today, the “official” story of Jean’s murder is now completely different, son. Now, according to Guyger and her legal team, Jean’s door was slightly “ajar.” Next, when she opened the door, she saw a silhouette in the background. From there, she claims that she gave Jean “verbal commands,” but he ignored them. After that, she shot at Jean two times, hitting him once in the chest.

Listen, there are A TON of things wrong with her story, man. First, am I really supposed to believe that Jean was in his apartment with the door unlocked? Fam, NOBODY does that! Second, what the fuck does she mean “verbal commands?” That was his motherfucking apartment, bruh! This woman trespassed on HIS property and tried to give HIM commands?! For God‘s sake, the fucking gall of this woman, son! On the real, she’s legit trying to victim shame a dude who SHE violated! It’s fucking unnerving, people!

Now, to add insult to injury, two witnesses who live in the building have disputed Guyger’s story. According to them, before the murder occurred, they could hear her banging on the door saying “let me in.” Keeping it a buck, that sounds a lot more logical, son. It makes way more sense that she couldn’t get in the apartment than the theory that Jean left the door unlocked. *Sigh* I’m just fucking tired of police trying to find ways to justify why their officers kill people. It’s fucking disgusting, man!

In the end, fuck Guyger and fuck the Dallas police department! Ultimately, they waited like two days to come up with some bullshit story, fam. By and by, Jean lost his life over nothing. Absolutely nothing, bruh! At the end of the day, Black people aren’t even safe at home, son. Fuck, man! Fuck! LC out.

RIP Mac Miller

So, let me keep it a buck, son. Listen, I’m not about to sit here and pretend like I was a Mac Miller fan from day one. To be real, I became a fan of his music after he dropped his Macadelic mixtape in 2012. As a matter of fact, that mixtape along with his Watching Movies with the Sound Off album made me a believer, man. From there, I was onboard, fam. I was onboard for his clever quips, his production skills and his live instrumentation. With that being said, it’s a damn shame that he succumbed to his vices, bruh. All in all, Rest In Peace to Miller, folks.

Ok, for those who missed it, Mac Miller passed away on Friday. At only 26 years old, the Pittsburgh rapper died from an apparent drug overdose. Now, for anyone who’s followed his story, he’s had a long history with abuse, son. Apparently, his drug use is one of the main reasons why Ariana Grande left him. In any case, it seemed like he was trying to deal with his issues, man. I mean, judging from his new Swimming album, Miller knew he had some demons to deal with, fam. Because of this, it’s extra sad that his internal strife got the best of him, bruh.

Listen, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, son: everybody needs to leave drugs the fuck alone, man! I mean, cotdamn, fam! How many more people have to die before we realize this shit is for the birds, bruh? Honestly, when does addiction ever end positively, folks? Seriously, the only favorable outcome is when users quit the shit, brethren. At this point, I can’t even count the number of musicians who have succumbed to illicit substances. All I wanna know is, when will enough be enough, people? When will everyone understand that this never ends well for anyone?

In the end, RIP to Mac Miller, son. Ultimately, he died waaaaaaay too fucking young, man. By and by, he had every reason to live, fam. Look, despite everything he’s already accomplished, he still could’ve done a lot more, bruh. At the end of the day, no one’s life is over at 26, folks. *Sigh* Fuck, man! LC out.

P.S. Real talk, everyone needs to leave Ariana Grande alone, son. Shit, berating her in her Instagram comments makes no sense, people. Look, I’m a Miller fan, but his death isn’t her fault, man. Now, I wouldn’t be surprised if their breakup had an adverse affect on him. But, she didn’t put drugs in his system, fam. Listen, we can be sad about Miller’s death and still hold him accountable for his actions, bruh. So, quit the nonsense, folks. That is all.

The Greatest Michael Jackson Video EVER!

Look, let me get straight to the shenanigans, son. I mean, at this point, I shouldn’t have to explain Michael Jackson‘s GOATness to anyone, man. Now, since his birthday was yesterday, folks all over social media have been sharing videos of the King of Pop. In any case, I want to give a shout-out to my homie Evan for putting me onto a video he saw on Bryan-Michael Cox‘s Instagram page. All in all, this is bar none the funniest MJ video I’ve ever seen in my life, fam!

Ok, before I continue, I want everyone to watch the YouTube video below. For context, start the clip at 3:52 and watch until the end. It’s essentially the same video that Cox posted on his page. Anyway, during a show in 1996, MJ is performing “I Just Can’t Stop Loving You” with Marva Hicks. So, MJ’s already pissed because Hicks is inexplicably singing some of his parts. From there, Brad Buxer, MJ’s music director, misses his cue to end the song. Now, what happens next is without question the most hilarious shit I’ve ever seen during a concert: MJ sing-fires Buxer onstage.

Look, do people understand the magnitude of what I just said? Shit, without missing a beat, MJ sings to Buxer that there’s supposed to be a breakdown in the song. When Buxer doesn’t comply, MJ then adlibs “job gone.” For whatever reason, Buxer STILL doesn’t end the song! Now, after a couple more “breakdown” and “job gone” calls, MJ looks straight at Buxer and sings “Brad, what are you gonna do?” All the while, the audience doesn’t seem to have any idea of what’s happening, bruh. Hell, MJ was such a professional, everyone just assumed it was a part of the show.

Listen, as my dude Evan said, MJ harmonized a termination, son. Like, I can’t even put into words how comical that is, man. Real talk, I’ve been laughing for 30 minutes straight, fam. This video is hands down the most savage firing I’ve ever witnessed. All I can say is, people should’ve known better than to fuck up MJ’s song, bruh.

In the end, Rest In Peace to the King, son. Ultimately, MJ has given us more than enough examples of his legendary-ness. By and by, I’m going to get out of here and get back to watching this video, man. I mean, it’s literally the greatest clip on the internet, fam. That is all. LC out.

Justice Is All We Ask For

So, let me get straight to the point, son. Look, it’s always refreshing when a murderous cop gets what he/she deserves, man. On the real, I feel like naysayers have always gotten the Black Lives Matter movement wrong. Listen, Black people aren’t only concerned with crime when it’s perpetrated by a White person. Frankly, all we want is equal justice under the law, fam. With that being said, I’m ecstatic that Roy Oliver was found guilty of murdering Jordan Edwards.

Now, for those who may have forgot, back in April of 2017, Oliver, a Balch Springs police officer, shot and killed Edwards. Side note, I’m judging anyone who doesn’t remember this story, bruh. Seriously. Anyway, the shooting occurred after Edwards left a house party with his brothers and a couple of friends. On the flip side, Oliver and his squad arrived on the scene after receiving a call about shots being fired. From there, while approaching Edwards’ car, Oliver shot the teen through the window, THEN lied and claimed that the driver tried to run him over. In any case, after his trial, Oliver was found guilty of murder.

Ok, let’s be clear, son. Oliver’s conviction was definitely the right decision. I mean, anybody with a brain could see that this man abused his authority. The problem is, officers like Oliver are almost NEVER punished for their crimes, man. THAT’S the problem we have with the justice system, fam. Listen, if I shot and killed somebody today, best believe my Black ass is going to prison, bruh. But, when an officer does it, we have to fucking beg for the law to do its cotdamn job. All in all, THIS is what the BLM movement has always been about, brethren: accountability.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, good riddance to Roy Oliver, man. By and by, I hope he doesn’t drop the soap, fam. All I know is, a dirty cop like him is going to have a hard time behind those walls. At the end of the day, that’s exactly what he deserves, bruh. Rest In Peace, Jordan Edwards. LC out.