Yesterday turned out to be what I call "Ghetto Appreciation Day" or
GAD for short. I tend to watch movies on the cable movie channels just
so I can say I get what I pay for. Yesterday saw the rise of two
movies - "The Principal" and "I don't know the title". The principal
starred Jim Belushi - the only white man as a principal in charge of a
ghetto school. Ah, that took me back to my ghetto roots when I went to
Rider High School. Drugs, guns, bullies, knives are all a part of
today's inner city yutes. As part of GAD I appreciate the fact that I
am not bullied, tall-jocked and knived when I walk in the Dallas
ghetto to the clubs to play a show. I might get hassled, but I usually
give em a buck to go away - it actually works. The other movie "I
don't know the title" was about a high school yute living on welfare
trying to make it in the rap world. It really brought home how rap
music is really the only hope for millions of kids. They don't want an
education, they want to rhyme, and not do time, an sound like sublime,
no that's before their time. Not that I'm making fun of yutes, I'm
making fun of rap. I guess I shouldn't, ah but GAD is over. It
happened and no one was aware. Which is appropriate since the stuff
going on in the ghetto no one is really aware of, except for commie
movie writers. LOL

Thought of the Day
"It's not in the cock-a-doody movie!"
-- Misery