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FTP:
These things are a minute growth on my lip
that continue to grow each day
as i obsessively finesse them with my tongue
festering into an irritable wound that feels
like a fuckin' abusive marble in my
mouth obstructing my speech and concentration
with fury that incites a riot
of uncanny proportions
that erupt into eager spites of bliss fanatically cleansing
my pallet
all the while as i manage to maneuver
through detours of paper stacks that ecstatically scream my name in vain
commanding demand over my life
so i can earn a DEGREE.

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Ol' Dirty fuckin' Bastard!!

Russell Tyrone Jones (November 15, 1968–November 13, 2004)
I wrote an obituary for ODB a couple weeks after his death in 04 when i was a young naive inexperienced A&E Editor for my jr college newspaper "The Clipper".
Here it is copied from paper to computer for YOU. (keep in mind, this was written 4 yrs ago)

Ol' Dirty died November 13 at the age of 35. This may be old news to the majority, but his legacy wasn't captured in the last issue of The Clipper. the man, the myth, the reality, who was also known as Dirt McGirt, Big Baby Jesus in the Wu-Tang video game for his drunken fighting style and by his legal name, Russell Jones.

He was the maniacal rapper who didn't worry about offending anyone. There were no boundaries that limited his unfortunate existence. His thoughts and actions were blatantly strewn throughout his albums, guest appearances and notably witnessed at the Grammy's when he crashed the stage and grabbed the mic from Puff Daddy, shouting, "Puffy is great, but Wu-Tang is for the children."

The impulsive act was burned into the minds of many. In fact, the antic was a blessing to the hiphop scene. His infamous personality overwhelmed the faint at heart, and his madness welcomed tragedy after tragedy. Ol' Dirty was in-your-face aggressive while being real and honest. Unlike today's rappers, he walked the talk. The man contracted gonorrhea twice and had over 10 children with numerous women while not seeming ashamed. He let the world in on his crack addiction that consumed his entire integrity. Ol' Dirty is most notorious for his debut album of '95 that sparked national eminence, Return To The 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version. This release was bangin' (still is) at the time, along with prior crewmate releases by the GZA, Meth, and a simultaneous release by Raekwon, which led to the unveiling of Ghostface's Ironman release.

These releases only ranked Wu-Tang as a spectacular force of street credibility. They were the most prominent albums that dominated the rap genre in the mid-nineties, thanks to the revolutionary '93 Wu-Tang Clan debut, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers). It was this specific album that caused mass Wu-Tang hysteria, spawned classic record debuts and generated a cult following that seemed as giant and significant to fans as Beattle mania.

Ol' Dirty never lost his ghetto mentality throughout his fame. Fortune only aided in his recklessness. Unfortunately his dysfunctional lifestyle never ceased, and run-ins with the law were a common episode. Through thick and thin, he managed somewhat, even showing his face while on the run from the law at a Wu-Tang publicized appearance. That's ghetto fabulous!
Bold enough (and high enough) to pull a stunt in order to prove he's still the same ODB. He never denied the treacherous lifestyle he led. There was no shame, and that neglect amplified his persona within his music and throughout the limelight.

It's unfortunate many people recognize him for his lunacy and not his accomplishments that seemed to lye beneath them. Whether you appreciated ODB or not, he left a legacy that embellished rap fervor unlike many do. What other rapper would name themself after such a degrading alias and hold true to it with such raw accounts of street life? He left harsh bits of his strenuous life wherever he went, regardless of the affects. For that, he is eternalized. His words will never die.
ODB forever.

*On that note, snort, shoot, and drown in some Ol' Dirty and go postal for a couple hrs to his fuckin' dope!

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America...yes we did!

It's been over a week since my last post and within that time frame America has changed and succeeded in an amazing feat that i certainly never thought attainable in this country. America elected its Obama as the next president. This amazing feat has been made so real as a result of the American people joining together in strength, numbers and hope to accomplish a task that has never seemed possible until recently.

To me, America has seemingly overcome a massive prejudice that has dictated and governed American rules and regulations for decades. To elect a president of color is a mighty feat that i am truly grateful for, and find it overwhelming to be a contributor of such an act.

To be honest, I am actually a bit patriotic about the entire process, and to admit that is not normal for me. I have never been one to wave flags, take my hat off during the national anthem, or give praise to this country. I have been one to cheer for freedom of speech, seek information by way of press and report it, dabble with various religious beliefs, and praise the idea of a free society. Yet, the pride i feel now is different. It's deeper, genuine. Something took place to me this last tuesday the 4th, and not only did it seem to take place just to me.

I happened to watch the election process unfold with about 10,000 other people in the PDX Convention Center, shoulder to shoulder, grin to grin, tears to tears, roars to roars, and an overwhelming joy the tremored from wall to wall within the giant ballroom where we all faced forward to watch the mega screens display state by state polls, and soon enough display Obama's election speech live from Chicago.

Within this commraderie, i managed to latch onto some sort of unique, unbiased patriotism that i have not felt before. To witness such a major change demonstrated by millions of Americans, young and old, to be apart of such a historical moment in time, resonated through me while i stood there facing the screen with so many others.
A feeling of true gratitude for America crept up my spine and peered through my eyes.

I felt overwhelmed with a joy and a re-installation of hope for the country that i once honestly hated with spite (many of you know this). To witness Obama give his speech was like witnessing a ray of hope and change within the American people. Not only did Obama pass on hope, but each person seemed to pass on hope to each other. In unity we achieved the impossible, as a country we achieved what nobody believed could be achieved. We passed hope along the highways of America and reached up with our arms saying "yes we can". We the people did it!

The idea that i'm actually happy to be an American is one that i've fled from for years in anger and bitterness. Today i look to America with optimism, even though there is so much to be done, i still look forward with optimism instead of cynicism. A true change of thinking has taken place in the minds of so many Americans, and with that comes a road full of many obstacles, but a road paved with strength and faith, a road that enables millions to come together side by side to take their country back and re-instill values that have been lost for too long. I see hope in the eyes of many people now, and that's a genuine theme that seems to be clearly emerging day after day. My eyes are open and i feel authentically blessed to live in America for once in my life.