During the summer of Sam there were rolling power outages throughout much of New York City and one man began hearing his dogs barking as instructions to murder. Well, there’s plenty of crazy people living in the real world, enough to go around on a standard rotation for the next, say, forever minutes. But the man reason I feel safe from the rest of the United States and Civil War-style aggro white male armies of Compassion is because New York City is an impenetrable fortress that seals off the upper-East-Coast-megalopolis.
The barbarically Compassionate armies could be sussed out into People Speaking Real Words if they were all just sucked like human bits through the NYC East Coast scrubbers. Take the Statue of Liberty, for one example. The white people who ring the Southern border, ancestors of immigrants themselves, who ring the border like some white disease rings a Turd Blossom, who hate on free pan-american movement are just plain retarded. Birds, sick ones with bird flus, trying to program a traffic light.
I’m just saying suck it up into NYC, see how it sprays back out. Look at young Andy Milonakis, gracing the cover of allhiphop.com, bestowing blessings on the East Coast Wu, refusing to deny that he is not, in fact, thirty five years old, etcetera. That boy has real potential, I mean I’m not jumping onto the bandwagon. I been real with Andy, and as he invites hip hop stars onto his MTV2 show, I invite the young EC star onto the biz, now that he’s doing websites again… Read the whole interview, excerpts:
“ AllHipHop.com: So you just want everyone to think you’re a 30-year-old pretending to be 15?
Andy Milonakis: I want people to believe whatever they want.”
“ Andy Milonakis: My favorite rapper is Big L. That guy is so amazing to me. I think more rappers just need to rap about real life, and maybe when they blow up and they make millions of dollars, maybe they shouldn’t be so quick to talk about that rich lifestyle because really that rich lifestyle doesn’t make for interesting. Maybe they have other issues in their lives that they can talk about. When you talk about stuff that 80 percent of other rappers are talking about, you’re just being generic. You should realize that.
AllHipHop.com: What is it that you love about Big L?
Andy Milonakis: I mean, I’m from New York. I like East Coast Hip-Hop, and that cat is from Harlem. He has funny punchlines he talks about real life. I just like straight up ghetto beats – like thug rap, not posing.
AllHipHop.com: Talk to me about growing up in New York. Certainly, on the show, you don’t seem as someone who keeps it hood…
Andy Milonakis: You know, I’m not going to sit here and say I’m from some scary place. I never feared for my life or nothing, but I hung out with plenty of thugs. One of my best friends got busted for selling crack.
AllHipHop.com: To you?
Andy Milonakis: [laughs] No, they used to put crack in tennis balls, and bounce ‘em over to people’s houses. It’s crazy ‘cause nobody believes me, ‘cause I grew up in Westchester County, which is 30 miles north of the city – a dope area, like really rich, and you don’t have to worry about someone putting a gun to your neck. But where I grew up, it was like this big Hip-Hop community. It was a complex, and everybody there was into Hip-Hop. There was crackheads selling me records at my door at three o’clock in the morning. [One time] he sold me three crates of records for like six dollars and there was so many good records in there, old Run-DMC, Kool Moe Dee – a gold mine. “
I’m personally safer because Andy Milonakis lives in an apartment in New York and mans the barrier between the Northeast Corridor and the wilds of Middle America, etcetera etcetera, I’m starting to sound like Andy Rooney, crank & repeating myself. Tonight Andy Rooney talked about girl scout cookies, but what he forgot to say was “Suck it.”
Connecticut, my home state, had mixed results in NCAA tournament play on Sunday. The women won and advanced to the Regional Final (Elite Eight) on a brilliant fadeaway three by fearless Barbara Turner, while the men lost in overtime to George Mason, and eleven seed. The feralness in the coach of the George Mason Patriots was showing like a purple stain. The man is truly wild, he teaches the boys to just be loose & dance when happy. “You can dance, you can dance, everybody take a chance…”
But he has his darker currents running cold low. Like Sam in the Summer of Sam there is madness to his miraculous lack of a plan: The Washington Post reports… “Coach Larranaga had told George Mason before the game that the acronym of their conference — the Colonial Athletic Association (CAA) — actually stood for the Connecticut Assassin Association. At every lull in the action, he’d scream, “C-A-A!” And the players knew what he meant…” Woof kill woof!
rarf raoor!