"I Carried a Metal Nunchuck In My Purse."

I often hear people on that "there's only four years left" sort of philosophy. Being a student of history I would have to say to folks that there has always been war, violence and inequality in the world. One needs only to read the bible to come to this conclusion. The main differences in the contemporary world are, 1) because there are more people on the planet than ever before, this results in more acts of violence, not necessarily an increase in the percentage of violent crimes per capita; and 2) the abundance of information that we are privy to nowadays. In times past there was just as much heinous activity going on, it's just that no one had television, so there was no way to broadcast such information to the masses in such an expedient fashion. The world is more complicated but we still strive for the same things as our ancestors. We all want relative success, a fine wife with an F-250 and a catcher's balance, and some bad-ass kids running around the estate so we can whoop their ass when they're out of line and make them get us a beer. The negative aspects of human nature, lust, desire and greed are not new phenomenon introduced to America by rappers. (like the stop snitching ethos, which was not invented by rappers either-this is a norm within organized criminal factions) The Four Horsemen have been around since the first caveman, not affiliated with Geico, smashed in the skull of a rival caveman and ganked his bitch. Yeah, we live in sick times, but when in history did anyone not live in what can be considered to be sick times? Many tout the good old days, but those days that were good and old for some may have meant hanging from a tree like some strange-ass fruit to me.

What I have noticed in greater frequency is the rise in violent crimes against women. According to feminist.com, 17.6% of all American women have either been raped or survived a rape attempt, and of those assaulted, 64% were attacked by someone that they knew. They say every 90 seconds someone is sexually assaulted in America. Over 500,000 women are stalked every year by punk muthafuckas with no game, mayne. I've got a little sister and a mother, so this shit is a little unnerving to me. Women, I believe, need to take up arms. I have no problem with an intelligent armed woman since I ain't no rapist and I don't beat women anymore. I'll let my homegirl from the bay, Sara, tell it since she is far more passionate about this than me. Plus, Sara's got the unique ability to be very frank and factual about this horrible topic, yet she manages to make me laugh at some shit that I shouldn't be laughing at...

"I AM SO FUCKING FED UP WITH THIS SHIT!!! I THINK THAT ALL FEMALE SHOULD AT LEAST CARRY A MASE WITH THEM. PLEASE PROTECT YOURSELF! FUCK THEM UP FIRST!!!!!!

WHEN I USED TO WORK IN A GHETTO ASS AREA IN CLEVELAND, I CARRIED A METAL NUNCHUCK IN MY PURSE. I ALSO CARRIED MASE WITH MY KEY CHAIN AND A KNIFE IN MY CAR AFTER BEING STALKED BY A CONVICTED SEXUAL PREDICTOR.

AND GUYS....PLEASE GET YOUR LOVE ONES SOME MASE OR WEAPONS. IT IS IMPORTANT!!! I AM JUST FUCKING SICK OF SEEING WOMEN GETTING ABDUCTED AND KILLED BY SICK MUTHAFUCKAS!!!"

And... if that doesn't sway you, let Mark Brandon "Chopper" Read (whose movie is phenomenal) punk your ass into leaving the ladies be...

Promulgations, Instructions & Shoutouts...

First off, for anyone who has yet to notice, I've gotten a second wind of sorts for this forum. It started back in November when I saw my muse and she got me back in the correct mindstate, exactly where I needed to be. I re-evaluated my life and now I see that in order to do what I want to do, I've gotta get out there and make it happen. This may seem ambiguous to a lot of folks, but this is moreso a message to me than to everyone else. My Pop told me that once you hit thirty, time starts to accelerate and that you should really do your best to fulfill your dreams because it is so much harder in your 40s. I think that's valid advice.

So, I plan to branch off and really make this into the journal of Black Bacchus. I got it correct a few times before, but often I'd be on some political bullshit that I really don't care to discuss anymore. The world is fucked, and I am aware of that, I'd just rather that not be the focus of my forum. Epicurean philosophy will be our thesis. Honest reenactments of life will be the method. I find that the things we do in everyday life is far more interesting than anything one will read about the fucking bullshit stars in US Weekly. Plus, I'm a character and attract them as well. I've got stories that'll blow your mind. Hopefully we can get to them. The links to the right of these writings will be where folks can investigate the shit I'm on. I don't want that to be the highlight of the site though, cause it isn't. So if you like to come here, and trust my taste, fuck with those links...

Finally, something that I have wanted to do for years... Shoutouts. Thanks to: the whole of my family; too numerous to name individually. You guys are the realest, and whereas we may butt heads on occasion, I love you all and your growth is my growth. Hopefully that exists on a vice versa basis. Chuck Dukie, my best fucking friend. We've been rolling thick since third grade main. Do you and let the world know your name; they need it in their life. M-Double A-L, for being a forward thinking, hustling muthafucka. I respect that to the fullest. I once heard that if you can make it out of Cleveland, you can make it anywhere. Killa K and Danny, y'all like some of the last of my 216 homies. A lot of people I either don't see or don't care to see. We gone do that Netherlands for three months; save that loot. B-Roc, the realest fucker I ever met at CSU and another one of my Cleveland homies that have stayed in touch since I relocated to DC. The music is dope man, rally up those troops and do it. I'll be home soon to bang out some beats with you. Alibe and Jamiel for doing the damn thang. I'm proud of both y'all brothers and need to check y'all soon. Y'all doing big thangs. And extra special thanks for being the first folks to really big me up with this forum shit. Harrison, for being the most business-minded dude I know. A lot of people talk shit about your failed ventures. Fuck them. They ain't got the balls to do what you do. When you make it, I'll be there with a huge snifter of Henny XO. Sam, for always waxing creative to inspire a yungplure to do his thing. Pigeon Shit is the shit. Don't stop that man, the world needs to know your name. Hawaiian Orange, eh? Michee-Mee, for being the most intelligent lady I talk to on the regular. God Bless your daughter. She's gonna be a bright one. That I know. JB Morgan, we've been through it. The Intangibles album was the dopest shit no one ever heard. We got big things planned, let's make it happen. Bahia? Also, thanks for being cool and nonjudgmental after a brother almost lost his mind and honor. Ms. Pau, for being my muse whether you knew that or not. I'll never forget that time in November. Shit was like a fairytale, main. We'll link again, don't worry. I do love being with you. Alexis, I don't know you that well, and truly don't think that you'll read this, but thanks for letting me know that what I'm trying to do can be done. Amari, my fucking brother. Always a pleasure to kick it with you. I don't know many people that I consistently get along with, but you're that muthafucka. New York just ain't New York if we ain't rolling. Upper Echelon, eh? Liz, Liz, Katie, Bianca and Melissa, for helping me out mentally in those Georgetown years when I couldn't find a plebian no where. I love all y'all and every time I'm in y'all's city I love the welcome I get from y'all. Lindsey, for being one of the realest no-shit taking broads I know and showing me nothing but respect and love. Men, be assertive. Elyde, for being my spiritual adviser, whether you realize it or not. Your spirit is incredible, girl. Don't change for nothing. Dago soon. Chris Adams for being the funniest fuck I know and for showing me that there ain't no need to bitch, just make it happen. You've been through more than me, so I can't complain. Rob Bacon for being the same guy you've always been even when you could've changed your stylee. Tasha, for teaching a fuck forgiveness and patience amongst other shit that I can't get into right now. You're a beautiful person. Don't forget about yourself. Amahl, you know how I feel. You should be fucking famous, dude. Let's do it. Fuck Minneapolis. Frenchie, for being a fucking diva and a real nigga. I want to hear the debut album. Fuck it, I want to make a beat for that album. Getting kicked of the Idol was the best thing that could have happened to you and through your example I have learned to play the hands of life as they come. Mehir, for holding me down that year I was extremely depressed and for leading by example with the international balling. Remember man, stepping stone. Margot and Danielle, for making my time in Italy wonderful and for being strong Black women when I needed to be surrounded by them. And lastly, but not leastly, DJ Muhfuckn Reemycks for being a real fucker and general gangsta. We gone do this fucking book!!! Fuck LA!!! If I ain't say your name, it's either because I forgot, or we just don't hang that much no more... but there's no love lost...

squalor at your boy...

everybody...hotmail screwed me over big time main main...i logged in on monday to my account, then i loggged out. so when i logged back in, my password of ten years no longer worked. i have tried to contact microsoft about this, but they are bitches, as you cannot get a human response or a phone number. so, if y'all see this give me a shout at onasuss@gmail.com because i do not know anyone's email address...i'll write a real post soon...life is hectic right now. peace.

it's on...

it's over...get your last bits of sex in...it's over...they fucked up and let me get one of these blog bullshits...it's over...trust me.

what up y'all? it's got to be the black bacchus in the place to be...typing live from the basement of ICC in georgetown university...waiting ever so patiently to get the hell out of this make-believe land (cause georgetown is like disney-fucking-land to me) and go the fuck home to watch some absolutely fabulous or coffee and cigarettes...i have yet to make up my mind yet...

i had to type something, so i'ma start it off like this...it's gonna get heated in here. know that. if you can't deal with my opines (like a few of my old women), then get the fuck out from in front of the tv and take your skank ass to bed, yungsta...finally i get to say what the fuck i want to say, with no need for compromization of my style whatsoever!! grand glorious!! i gotta few shout outs to make, and i'ma do those a little later, cause i really hate to type, but to make this work, i better get over that, right?

just to make you think...there's this dude named nicholas stix that writes for this right slanted (read:nazi, racist, hick, bush) website called www.mensnewsdaily.com . the stuff he writes is infuriating to say the least...however, i don't read leftist (read: communist, tree-hugging, faggot) literature anymore...it's like preaching to the banging ass gospel choir with the clark sisters on lead vocals which is my thought process. so, i read these racist assholes' opines and get mad, and then go out into the georgetown university populace and try to discern which ones of these rich fucks read and agree with david horowitz...more grumpy, yung, intellectual, black male opines later dudes...check the quote...

"Every time a black entertainment form has become popular, whether it was the art of jazz or Motown, or the garbage that is rap/hip hop, it was whites that made it popular and lent it legitimacy. Were whites to boycott rap/hip hop, it would disappear tomorrow. Even black supremacy exists as a cultural and political power, only to the degree that white elites and white parents indulge it."

your boy nicholas stix