I’m not sure when this sermon was actually performed, but it seems to fit perfectly with Israel’s current assault on the poor A-rabs living in Palestine. Well, not really since it doesn’t make any sense and Farrakhan is delusional regarding most things besides his unwavering hate towards cracka-ass-crackas and the juden. If he really believes 50 Cent has a good heart, he’s retarded.
Anyways, FUCK ISRAEL and their satanic jew ways. Over here in HK, I see all this footage of poor A-rab children literally throwing rocks while some filthy jew shoots a rocket launcher at him. I’m not sure if the true light is shown in the States since the media is obviously run by a bunch of no good TIs. And I am, if nothing else, a beacon of truth.
Who better to say it than the man behind my new favorite blog. No words, just photos that string together a loose narrative with a few common themes. The best part is how I share tastes with JRS, the blog’s writer. I even recognize a good 40% of the photos!
In the elevator just now, I heard a little girl explaining to her dad how Santa believes in Jesus Christ as his savior. The dad was trying not to laugh in her face. I could only contain my face to a smirk.
“It’s hard to know who Lykke Li is on Youth Novels, because every song is about closed hearts and open legs; about crying over someone yet enjoying having someone to cry over; being a little bit in love, but too shy shy shy to say anything.”—
“I realized that all that matters in the end is how much you know. What you know, how to do it and how skilled you are. Sure you have a few talentless designers that have a moment of popularity, but there are not many designers that have been around for a long time that do not have a strong skill.”— Robert Geller (via)
“And advertising, he says, requires neither special degrees nor a particularly keen intellect: ‘Madison Avenue is one of the last places where undereducated whites can still make big money.”— Steve Stoute (AdWeek)
“Shouts to all my Obamas, the niggas is out the Obamas is in. The bitches is out and the Michelles is in. So if you’re lady gets you mad you say, ‘Michelle you betta get out of here before I slap the thunder out of you.’”—Jim Jones (capo status!) campaigns for language reform in the urban community. (via)
Steven Fishman makes Dick Fuld seem more human than the press has in the past few months. While he was still at the helm when his accountants lied about the books, one does not get the sense Fuld was lying when he spoke to Congress. If anything, Fuld was just delusional. He got too caught up in the classic American sentiment of ‘Yes We Can’. The them-vs-us mentality that Americans love to hold onto was what brought Lehman down in the end. Call it blind faith if you will.
Accepting the fact that sometimes, most times, things are really beyond any individual’s control is almost impossible for Americans. Blind optimism is what drove this country to the shithole we are in today. But if anything will deliver us out, it will have to be that same blind optimism.
“Yet on the way to being this decade’s Sgt. Peppers, Chinese Democracy became its Be Here Now— a record of relatively simple, similar songs overdubbed into a false sense of complexity in a horrorshow of modern production values.”—
At first, I misread this as another cheapshot against Be Here Now. But now I do agree with the reviewer. Wildly brushed off as Oasis’ cocaine-fueled ego trip, Be Here Now isn’t as bad as most people will say. Bloated, yes. Horribly mixed, yes. But there are still amazing songs on that album: Stand By Me, Don’t Go Away, All Around The World and my personal favorite I Hope, I Think, I Know.
The new Superfuture, particularly Supertalk, is looking mighty disappointing. I’m not sure what was wrong with the old one, but these pics sum up the immediate problems of the revamped version very well.