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This is more of an administrative post than anything else. I told you that there would be changes and developments over here at “Fell Clutch”, and there are. See there are a lot of you, relatively speaking of course (and you wouldn’t know it from the comments) who are coming through from all across the globe. That said, I am now a black man with a platform. Not bad for a side hobby, eh?
So when one has a platform and an audience, what does one do? Take over the world…oh, I mean, set up a regular programming schedule. See, the way I figure it, it is frustrating when that damn Redd ain’t posted in a week. Makes you not want to come back ‘round. And Sonny (sorry, all this attention makes me speak in the third person. I’m working on it. Sincerely, Sonny “Digression” Redd) can’t have that.
So, henceforth and forevermore (until I make a change), I promise you new posts on Mondays and Thursdays. This really means Sunday nights and Wednesday nights, but you get the picture. That means, I’ll be like the black Newsweek, ‘cept it’s every couple of days, and it is not a glossy magazine with ads, and no subscription postcards to fall on your lap. (I hate those. But I love digressions!)
AND, what a show we will have for you ladies and gentlemen. Because I am going to allow guests, guests who will tell you what’s what and who’s who. Yes. Other people have opinions besides myself. They are generally wrong, but they exist. And I love to offer opposing points of view. AND, and this is why I am a genius, if any of you have really hated…hated…hated (to the tune of “Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!”) any of my posts, email me. Perhaps I will offer my platform for your point of view. I’m magnanimous like that (and one hell of a debater, to boot.)
The point is, this site will grow, and you will grow with it and with us, or we will leave you where we found you.
Now, today is the last of the scattershot posts, and as a result, this one will be all over the place.
First, my initial reaction and review of the Washington Post article a week ago was wrong. Yes, like the masses, sometimes I can get swayed when someone throws me a bone. Fortunately, I was set straight. Can’t say it will ever happen again, but what the hell, credit where credit is due. Though I can’t credit the nigga cause he doesn’t have a “nom-de-blog” at present. Well call him “Lucky” because a cat that set me straight has to be lucky.
Anyway, Lucky pointed out that the article said “one of the boys is likely to be locked up or headed to prison. The second boy -- if he hasn't already dropped out -- will seriously weigh leaving high school and be pointed toward an uncertain future. The third boy will be speeding toward success by most measures.” This was the opening paragraph of the article. Can you see what, or rather who is missing?
Me neither. At least not until Lucky pointed it out.
Lucky said, “Okay, I see the college dude, I see the thug dude, and I see this other dude who ain’t in college and ain’t a thug. Seems to me, we once called that nigga Fred Flintstone.”
Wow. This article called the future for every single non-college educated Negro in America uncertain. And my elitist ass fell for it. Wow. My bad. I got a homey who I went to high school with, (HAIL NORTHEAST, HAIL NORTHEAST, loyal all are we…1-5-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! I got school sprit digressions.) who is the epitome of what it means to be a black man in America. He has a wife, 2 children, and has maintained the same gig for over a decade. And he might have 15 college credits to his name. We’ll call him “Mack.” My man, Mack is a stand up guy. And he was not represented by this article that appeared in the Post. And that is a travesty. Especially considering that most of the black men in America aren’t me, and they aren’t Tupac. They are Mack. I stand corrected. (Now let’s never speak of this again.)
Finally, it seems that our US forces got Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. I will say this on the record, something – aside from the fact that he was shot dead in the middle of the street after the bombing – seems fishy. I can’t quite put my hand on it. I will say this though, we probably knew where he was for weeks. We left him alive because the fire you can see, you can contain. However, due to the crushing defeat of the ghey marriage bill, the powers that be needed something…I am not saying that I completely believe my own conspiracy theory…I am merely pointing out that I don’t entirely believe the story thus far reported either.
That’s all for me. I’ll see you on Monday!
Signed,
Your Friendly Neighborhood Sonnyredd!
This is more of an administrative post than anything else. I told you that there would be changes and developments over here at “Fell Clutch”, and there are. See there are a lot of you, relatively speaking of course (and you wouldn’t know it from the comments) who are coming through from all across the globe. That said, I am now a black man with a platform. Not bad for a side hobby, eh?
So when one has a platform and an audience, what does one do? Take over the world…oh, I mean, set up a regular programming schedule. See, the way I figure it, it is frustrating when that damn Redd ain’t posted in a week. Makes you not want to come back ‘round. And Sonny (sorry, all this attention makes me speak in the third person. I’m working on it. Sincerely, Sonny “Digression” Redd) can’t have that.
So, henceforth and forevermore (until I make a change), I promise you new posts on Mondays and Thursdays. This really means Sunday nights and Wednesday nights, but you get the picture. That means, I’ll be like the black Newsweek, ‘cept it’s every couple of days, and it is not a glossy magazine with ads, and no subscription postcards to fall on your lap. (I hate those. But I love digressions!)
AND, what a show we will have for you ladies and gentlemen. Because I am going to allow guests, guests who will tell you what’s what and who’s who. Yes. Other people have opinions besides myself. They are generally wrong, but they exist. And I love to offer opposing points of view. AND, and this is why I am a genius, if any of you have really hated…hated…hated (to the tune of “Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!”) any of my posts, email me. Perhaps I will offer my platform for your point of view. I’m magnanimous like that (and one hell of a debater, to boot.)
The point is, this site will grow, and you will grow with it and with us, or we will leave you where we found you.
Now, today is the last of the scattershot posts, and as a result, this one will be all over the place.
First, my initial reaction and review of the Washington Post article a week ago was wrong. Yes, like the masses, sometimes I can get swayed when someone throws me a bone. Fortunately, I was set straight. Can’t say it will ever happen again, but what the hell, credit where credit is due. Though I can’t credit the nigga cause he doesn’t have a “nom-de-blog” at present. Well call him “Lucky” because a cat that set me straight has to be lucky.
Anyway, Lucky pointed out that the article said “one of the boys is likely to be locked up or headed to prison. The second boy -- if he hasn't already dropped out -- will seriously weigh leaving high school and be pointed toward an uncertain future. The third boy will be speeding toward success by most measures.” This was the opening paragraph of the article. Can you see what, or rather who is missing?
Me neither. At least not until Lucky pointed it out.
Lucky said, “Okay, I see the college dude, I see the thug dude, and I see this other dude who ain’t in college and ain’t a thug. Seems to me, we once called that nigga Fred Flintstone.”
Wow. This article called the future for every single non-college educated Negro in America uncertain. And my elitist ass fell for it. Wow. My bad. I got a homey who I went to high school with, (HAIL NORTHEAST, HAIL NORTHEAST, loyal all are we…1-5-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! I got school sprit digressions.) who is the epitome of what it means to be a black man in America. He has a wife, 2 children, and has maintained the same gig for over a decade. And he might have 15 college credits to his name. We’ll call him “Mack.” My man, Mack is a stand up guy. And he was not represented by this article that appeared in the Post. And that is a travesty. Especially considering that most of the black men in America aren’t me, and they aren’t Tupac. They are Mack. I stand corrected. (Now let’s never speak of this again.)
Finally, it seems that our US forces got Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. I will say this on the record, something – aside from the fact that he was shot dead in the middle of the street after the bombing – seems fishy. I can’t quite put my hand on it. I will say this though, we probably knew where he was for weeks. We left him alive because the fire you can see, you can contain. However, due to the crushing defeat of the ghey marriage bill, the powers that be needed something…I am not saying that I completely believe my own conspiracy theory…I am merely pointing out that I don’t entirely believe the story thus far reported either.
That’s all for me. I’ll see you on Monday!
Signed,
Your Friendly Neighborhood Sonnyredd!
posted by Sonnyredd at 12:15 PM
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