Death of a Rapper

Why are my black people dying?
I learned this afternoon that Rapper Pimp C was found dead in his LA hotel room. I know I am going to have to turn in my “N” card when I admit that I don’t know who Pimp C, born Chad Butler, is, but I have to be honest with my readers.
Right now not too much information has been released regarding the details around the discovery of the rapper’s dead body, but here is what I was able to find out for you.
Pimp C checked into the upscale hotel on the Sunset Strip back on November the 28th. He was supposed to check out yesterday, December the 3rd. Hotel Security apparently went up to the rappers room this morning and found his deceased body. A call was placed to 911 at around 9:20 in the morning and the paramedics came out to the scene and pronounced the rapper “DRT”, dead right there. Right now it is unclear how the rapper died and his Manager is requesting that out of respect for his family and those close to him that people refrain from rumors and innuendo about the rapper’s demise.
Request denied!
What? They don’t read this blog and although I don’t have any rumors I have innuendo out the ying yang; but out of respect I will narrow it down to one.
I think it was drugs. Plain and simply a drug overdose. I mean it could be any number of things. He could have very well died of natural causes, young people have strokes, heart attacks and aneurysms everyday, but I’m still going with the drug theory. I know what you are thinking. How come every time a young brother, who happens to be involved in the rap industry, dies in his hotel room somebody gotta think it is related to drugs? My answer? Why is it that every time some young brother, who happens to be involved in the rap industry, dies in his hotel room does it have to be drug related? I mean, let’s face the ugly truth; much like rap and violence and rap in guns, rap and drugs go hand and hand and more likely than not this death will be related to some type of drug overdose. Of course I could be a suicide thing too (suicide by drugs). The report I read said that the rapper’s family had called the hotel looking for him. Anyway, the Sheriff’s department is investigating the death of the young rapper, who was only thirty-three years old.
Let me just add, in closing, that no matter how Mr. Butler died it is always sad when anybody dies, especially when they had their whole life ahead of them.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Update:

Damn it, before I get my post up and running good I find out that it looks as if it was natural causes that lead to the young rappers demise. Well good for him (uh, you know what I mean).

The rappers was found fully clothed and laying on top of his bed. They also said that there were no drugs or drug paraphernalia found inside of the hotel room. Of course, I already knew that. You know damn well if there had been the slightest amount of drugs found in the room the media would have started their headline with "Young Rapper Found Dead; Drugs linked to death." Anyway, they are still going to run an autopsy on the body, just to make sure, because you know as well as I do that some thoughtless nigger, with a blog, is going to start spreading all kinds of innuendo about how the rapper's death had to be related to drugs in some way, just because the young man was involved in the rap game. Gah, I hate people that jump to those type of insensitive conclusions.

A Diddy Don't

Okay, this is a messy one. And when I say messy, I mean MESSY. We are talking, claws out, hackles up kind of messy. And when I say Messy, I….Never mind. I think y’all get it. Anyway, because this post is so “messy” I have decided to dub this day, Messy Monday. A day set aside to lay down the dirtiest of gossip, whether if be true or pure speculation.
This just in, Hip Hop Mogul…Sean “P-Diddy” Combs has invited that skinny white boy, Donny, from Making the Band 4, to live with him in his Manhattan home. Donny is twenty-two years old and I am sure that Mr. Combs has nothing but the best intentions for the boy, but why is it that my mine went right to the gutter? That’s right; I think Combs is trying to Diddy that white boy, if you know what I mean. But, in case you don’t, I mean that I think Mr. Combs is trying to tap that ass (Hey, I told you this was gonna be a messy post).
Now, I’m not trying to pull anyone out of the closet here. I’m no Perez Hilton (Although I wish I was. That fat, pink haired bastard is getting paid out the ass). I’m not even saying that I think that Sean Combs is gay, by any means. I mean the man has had more lady loves than a pimp on payday (like that means anything). I’m just saying…what grown ass man invites another grown ass man to move in with him without having an ulterior motive? Okay, I know everyone is say that his motive is to make the boy a Super Star. Hell, he can do that without moving the little peckerwood in with him, can’t he? It’s not like the young man lives a life of poverty, because then maybe I’d understand. Nope, Donny lives a nice suburban life of a white boy. Besides, I saw Making the Band 4, and there was a “thick” white boy, who could sing his ass off, that, got eliminated. Donny didn’t have no talent. He just had the look. And besides, he is also the one that kind of got a little attitude when Diddy told him that he couldn’t dance (I think that shit “Puffed” up “Daddy”, if you get my euphuism).
Of course, it’s not like it’s anything new for the Hip Hop Mogul to invite his young male protégées into his house to live. Mase was about 22 when Diddy moved him in and Usher was only 16. Both were lived in guest for about 6 months. Of course, Mase went down the path of righteousness and we all know that Usher went on to marry his mother.

Anyway, I would like to take the time to apologize for the messiness of this post, but it was on my mind so I had to let it be known. Besides, there was nothing else in the news, with the exception of Vivica A. Fox not showing up for her DUI court date. Anyway, y’all can hate on me if you want, but you know damn well if Michael Jackson had pulled this little stunt, you’d be all up his ass (no pun intended).

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Put the Breast Away!!!

Okay, I know I have already done my post for the day. And I know this blog is suppose to be all about my crazy, misbehaving brothers and sister but I ran across this youtube item and just had to speak on it.
Now you, my loyal readers, know me; I am the last one to say anything negative about anyone, especially not our white folks, but damn…when I see something that seems wrong (and I mean WRONG), I gotta speak on it, right? It’s my job, right? It’s why I get paid the big bucks for all my blogging efforts, after all.
Now far be it for me to say that white folks are crazy, because I don’t think that’s true (that crazy heifer, Britney Spears not withstanding). But this cow is crazy.
I have actually read about all the pros and cons about breast feeding. I know how good it is for newborns and how it facilitates their growth, both mentally and physically, but at what point does this become child abuse?
Let me tell you an actual story about breastfeeding a child, who is too old, and how it can lead to trauma. This is a true story, no joke here. A few years back I was over to a buddy of mines house and I was talking to his female cousin. I had just met her that very day. I forget how we came to be over to his house at the same time, but it isn’t relevant to the story. Anyway, so me and the cousin get to talking (friendly banter, I wasn’t trying to holla at her or anything). She was a nice, educated woman and I was enjoying our little conversation (and trust me, I am not a talkative brother…at least not to strangers). Anyway, she had her two sons with her. One was about ten years old, the other around five. The ten year old was the quiet, introverted type, not unlike myself. But that damn five year old was all over the place. Well, in the middle of our conversation, the little five year old comes over to his mom and starts getting all fussy. Mom, like any good mother, takes the fussy child’s behavior in stride, never missing a beat in our conversation. I, myself, am trying to ignore the kid, because I hate me some bad ass chillin’. Anyway, our conversation continues and the kid is still begging from attention from his mom until she raises him up onto her lap, lifts up a section of her sweater and then out falls the breast. I’m talking plop, plop, without the fizz, fizz. It was like the Super bowl and Janet Jackson incident all over again, except this chick was no Janet Jackson and this was most definitely not a wardrobe malfunction. And I’m here to tell you that the kid latched onto that breast like a tick on a bull’s ass.
Here’s where the trauma comes in...THAT SHIT TRAUMATIZED THE HELL OUT OF ME! I didn’t know that chick from Eve. Now I know her too damn well! Have you ever tried to have a casual conversation with a grown as women while she has her, old enough to ride a big boy’s bicycle, suckling at her bosom? IT AIN’T POSSIBLE!
Anyway, I said all of that to say this. Take away the breast, mom. Take away the breast!

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.
(Oh, and the woman in my story was black so I guess I was wrong to bring race into this post, but white people are crazy. I don’t care! LOL!)

Do You Know Who I Am, Bitch?

WTF was this dumb ass thinking? Is his show even still on the air? Seriously…is it?

Did you hear about this one, dear readers? It seems that talk show host Montel Williams was in Savannah promoting that program he does the commercials for…you know the one that offers free prescriptions to low income people? A very admirable cause I might add. Anyway, I guess some reported was interviewing him and said something that Mr. Williams took offense to, cause Montel to shut down the interview immediately.
As it turns out, later that day Savannah Morning News reporters, including one Courtney Scott, a high school intern for paper, returned to the hotel were the initial interview had taken place, on a totally unrelated assignment.
As they were preparing to film whatever it was they were there for, Montel walked up to little Courtney, along with his bodyguard (because we know how intimidating little high school white girls can be), stuck his finger in her face and said; “Don’t look at me like that. Do you know who I am? I’m a big star, and I can look you up, find where you live and blow you up.”
Can you believe that shit? The little girl was reported as saying; “I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t tell who you were due to that blinding glare coming from your head.” (HA! Just kidding. She didn’t say that. I’m sure she was too dumb struck to say anything.)
The young intern wasn’t quite sure how to take the comment. (She should have taken it as a terrorist threat and reported his ass to the authorities. Where the hell does he get off?) Once again, niggers…This is not how we threat our white folks here in the States. I know they ass are getting a little too comfortable with us and shit, but we still have to follow proper protocol.
Montel, of course, would later issue a formal apology for overreacting to the situation. You see, he thought that the young intern and the other reports and photographer were there to confront him about his earlier incident with reports. (You ain’t Oprah, nigger. Ain’t nobody thinking about yo dumb ass! Hell, you ain’t even Stedman!)
I’m trying to understand why, out of everybody out there, he decided to confront the juvenile girl. I mean, I’m sure the chick was staring at him. Hell, she was probably thinking, “Is that Montel Williams? Gosh, I thought he was dead.” Or maybe, “Wow, is that Michael Jordan (you know how all bald, brown skinned men look alike)? Shesh, he’s really let himself go.” But whatever the reason she was staring at him, if she was looking at his at all, it still doesn’t give him the right to threaten the child. He probably traumatized the poor child. Now she’ll never find a nice, young African-American Athletic to marry.
Shame on you, Montel. When they taught you to ‘use your words’ in school threatening words is NOT what they meant. You stupid man-bitch.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.