I COULD HONESTLY NOT GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT:
SPORTS: watching grown men play games and become superstars during their career
and brands after they finish got old for me by the time the bulls won their second
championship back in the early 90’s. Why the fuck should I support people who in
all likelihood wouldn’t even talk to me if I saw them in public. I respect stay at
home moms who can raise up right citizens more the some selfish millionaire who’s
been told since he was in high school that he was the fucking man so much that he
actually began to believe it. Half of these dumb fuckers are broke ten years later.
WHITE PEOPLE OF SAY NIGGER: I know you say it, you know you say it, we all know
you say it so let’s just cut the shit and be done with you being bashful and
ashamed when you know full well the word is powerful. That word isn’t going away
anytime soon. As long as white daughters are fucking black guys to piss their
parents off (sometimes it may even be true love) white men will always use the
POLITICS: it was a scam from day one and yet for some reason we still follow these
so called leaders. They will speed humanity to our doom that much faster. I expect
my president to lie to me because no president has proven that they won’t tell lies
directly to your face while smiling and holding your baby. Keep your bullshit
opinion on Barack Obama to yourself because he is just a figure head like all
presidents. Call me when you have five million people behind you and you
want to bring the government down around its ears and start another revolution.
I DONT CARE:
IF MY TAXES GET RAISED. I’LL EAT AT WENDY’S LESS
IF WOMEN GET ABORTIONS. I DON’T HAVE A VAGINA .
IF MEXICANS JUMP THE BORDER. I DON’T WANT TO WASH DISHES FOR 50 CENTS AND HOUR
AND I DON’T LIVE BY THE BORDER.
IF YOUR CHILDREN GET FAT. WE NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE FUN OF. FATTY.
IF YOU DO DRUGS. NOT EVERY PERSON IS GOING TO BE A PRODUCTIVE CITIZEN.
AND IT MAKES BLOWJOBS EASIER TO OBTAIN.
YOU CAN LIKE ME IF YOU WANT TO. IF YOU DON’T….I COULD CARE LESS.
This may well sound like a rant from an old man but I can tell you I am not even middle age yet
and this is more of a fond look back at dead tech and other such enjoyable things.
Saturday morning cartoons: Was my religion back in the days of my youth. I remember
waking up one morning sometime in the late 80’s (yeah I was a teen then so what?) I had
my cereal with a gallon of milk and the required bowl and spoon. I cut on the TV to channel two
and nothing. I move over to channel five and there is some lame crap on like Saved by the Ball. I
am nervous by the time I turn to channel seven to catch a glimpse of some sports bs. What
the hell was going on here? For the next few weeks I would actually get up Saturday mornings
to see if cartoons were on. Gone. I can roll with the punches with most things but you could at
least give me a damn warning that you were going to change your programming. Fox would
eventually have some of their own cartoons and as much as I enjoyed X men and the Tick it
was never the same after that horrible Saturday morning. Now there are networks dedicated
to cartoons but I miss the day of the Super Friends and Captain Power
Cassette tapes: When I was a teenager one of the coolest things to was to record music from
the radio to a tape. Back then I listened to mostly hip hop and some old school rock. The
modern music of the eighties for the most part seem very very gay. I have only recently just
begun to listen to 80’s rock. If you didn’t have the money to buy the Less Than Zero soundtrack
to rock to “Going back to Cali” you could just wait until it came on and press the play and record
buttons at the same time and that was it. If you could afford some new music you ran down to
your local record store and pay for it. You could even buy a single or a special import.
Someone told me places like Rose Records and Coconuts had the same music plus more and
was actually cheaper. So long over priced ghetto record hello franchised record stores with
employees who followed me around with that “this black is going to steal something” look on
their face. For the lower prices I would learn to deal with that……..a little bit. Sometimes
I would give an employee who is lurking in the shadows checking me out that nervous crack
head “I am going to steal something” look. The thing I loved the most about audio tapes was
the fact that I could make a mix tape for the girl who happened to be courting me at
that time. I could express in a song much easier the love I felt for a person then the words that
came out of my mouth.
Cheap sports tickets: Before the Bulls became World Champions tickets to their game where a
dime a dozen at the good old Chicago Stadium. You could have a great time in the
nosebleeds. People would bring their own alcohol to get smashed and talk a gang of crap about
the players and coach. It was even better when the Bulls lost. I would not want to think about
how much I have to pay to take my kids to see a game there.
Paper food stamps: If you had enough food stamps back in the day you could buy a baby.
Those small Arabs run corner store were always more than willing to barter with you when you
came in with food stamps. One of the main reasons I could never get into Islam was the way
how Arabs in the hood treated black people. Just because we had food stamps did not make
us sub human. Those Arabs were not very good representatives of the Muslim culture. On
the other hand a lot of black people who came into their stores could be rather ignorant and I
could understand the reaction.
The Super Transfer: Back in the days in Chicago you could travel the buses and trains all
Sunday with what was called a super transfer. I tried to make it a point to be out of the
house as early as I could to take advantage of that policy. If I had no money I would just
ride a train from end to end. The only thing that worried me was going into Hispanic hoods
because they had the nasty habit of starting trash with me. If I did have money it was
comics and movies all damn day .
Newsstands: What the hell happened to all the news stands in Chicago. One day in the
90’s I’m buying my comic books from a newsstand the next I have to go to a comic shop
to get my books. I would get use to this eventually I just wish people would inform me
about what ordinance you are passing that screws up my plans.
Last but not least. A dirty run sketchy downtown is felt better then a clean boring downtown.
I understand that a clean “less” dangerous downtown brings in more revenue but I had so
much more with a “run down” downtown Chicago. You would have had to see it get what I
was talking about.