… Damn, Ponder. That was incredibly offensive. But funny.
Still, there is something to the visual of this black guy doing the black guy glower, listening to the headphones, and this little white kid in a cheery shirt doing the little kid dance. You know the little kid dance? They don’t care if they’re doing it right, they’re gonna boogie anyhow. Hands pointing up, doing a little jig thing.
Man, I love this country. Sure, it may ruin your mad on, but it gives you hope for the future, doesn’t it?
You know, the little black boys and little white boys never had a problem with joining hands. It’s just the grown ups that do.
While I thought the OP was mildly amusing and had some racist undertones, what struck me was three things.
One was the degree of anger. You might want to find a new job, Askia, one that doesn’t deal with Christmas crowds. Another was the out and out rudeness and self-centeredness you demonstrated. The normal and polite thing to do when you notice that your music is intruding on others’ ears is to turn it down. If you like it that loud I’d recommend some of those ear buds that look like little cones ort funnels, that don’t let nearly as much sound escape. People who play their music to loud are inconsiderate asses, whatever their color.
The third thing is that you indicate you understand how inappropriate your music was for a five year old, yet when you realized that he was able to hear it, you TURNED IT UP! And then ratcheted up the ugliness by switching to more inappropriate music. And this makes sense to you? Because you had a bad day at work? :rolleyes:
I’m waiting for the day when the little white kids start belting out lyrics to Native rap songs (If you want an idea of what Native rap is like, just replace “niggas” with “'skins” and “the 'Hood” with “the Rez”).
I think the real point about this is that we have found a damn smart mom. There is no way the kid knows the music. His mom took a situation with someone who looked pissed of and dangerous (or at least was trying to) and completely defused it. Damn smart mom.
The thought of having a ghetto rap loving, scarey black man totally unable to phase a cute lil 5 year old white boy is a mind image that causes me to smile just to think about. It also gives me hope for the future, when people may not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character. (okay… so I stole the last bit ;))
Og bless you, Askia, me too and I’m one of 'em. In fact, I’ve come to hate mankind’s worldwide, multicultural, many gendered, rainbow hued, ethnically diverse and all inclusive collective ass at Christmastime. It’s retail, my friend.
And yes, I do get bombarded on crowded subway trains with tinny music from reggaeton to Chinese rap on a regular basis. Annoying. But it’s a food court, and unless I’m greatly mistaken those don’t involve standing right next to the other guy with your hand next to his on a rail, getting to feel exactly how thick his Triple Phat Goose coat is this year.
That said, I looooved the story! I often wonder what goes through the heads of people who feel like blastin’ the music in public, and now I can feel sympathy. Come to think of it, most of the dudes on the subway (and don’t give me the race thing, this is the Bronx and MY Irish ass in firmly in the minority) have the same zoned-out, I just don’t care anymore, leave me alone look as Askia says he’s had.
And it’s funny as hell. I want to see it on the Boondocks too!
Understandable. But if it makes you too angry, you probably do yourself a favor getting another job.
You’re kidding, right? Just because some parent thinks aggressive rap music is okay, that means it IS okay? Interesting. So I guess you think that any parent is always right concerning their kid.
Do you think that the music was appropriate for a five-year-old? Is any and all music? Is anything anywhere ever inappropriate? Even if a parent somewhere either thinks it’s okay? I guess there are no sucky parents in the world. How wonderful. :rolleyes:
What a fabulous post. It actually gets more stupid exponentially. It’s like a little moron snowflake, or a crystal made of idiots.
It’s a fucking five-year-old kid. I doubt he thinks of it as anything more than a song he likes to dance to, and as such I can’t imagine how it would harm him.
But of course I do! I’ve certainly never thought my parents were wrong. What kind of a weirdo do you think I am?
Unless you (unlike everyone else I’ve ever heard bemoaning this awful stuff) demonstrate some real harm it might cause, then yes, I’m okay with it.
I’m willing to give most music a wide berth on this topic. I think the mom knows her kid. I don’t think you know anything except your principles and your outrage. So she’s in a much better position to judge. If the kid’s already capped some of his pre-school classmates and gotten in trouble with the law, she should probably keep the music away from him. Otherwise, maybe not.
Having money, being Christian or white, and liking America. Aside from that, I’m cool with anything. Can’t you tell that I’m one of those moral relativists you’ve heard so much about?
Well if that’s the case, they need to fight it out. One thing we definitely can’t afford in the world today is leaving people the fuck alone once in a while.
Or perhaps some of us don’t cream our pants at an opportunity to rush to judgment.
Whooooee! Thank HEAVENS you came skidding in here when you did! I thought for a minute there, no self righteous prick of a hijacker would come in here to denigrate anyone who didn’t measure up to their level of perfectness!
Holy CRAP, I’m sick of every little story told here attracting someone who not only completely misses the point, but takes that opportunity to pick a fight over how they think the world should act.
Get bent. I enjoyed the story. Let me enjoy it. Fuck off.
What horriblefate? Probably none. But that (which I know you know is a strawman) aside, we have this:
A) a five-year-old kid
and this:
B) I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello!)
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle…
… I’m just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilletos…
Fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas!
Fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas!
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas,
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas!
Fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas!
Fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas,
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas,
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas!
Do you see no problem putting A with B? If not, any further debate on this topic will be pointless.
Jordan’s nine. He likes music with a good beat. Including his uncle’s rap, his sister’s Gwen Stefani, his dad’s Kid Rock and Metallica, and Kelly Clarkson’s “Break Away,” which is his own independent choice. He’s not particularly interested in the meaning of the words. Except Uncle Kracker’s “Follow Me” which he likes because he gets to say that he’s somebody special: “You’re never gonna find anyone like me.” But mostly he likes music he can move rhythmically to, and have fun with, and show off a little bit to.
His morals? The normal childhood combination of unconditional affection and generosity with selfishness. He’s going to turn out fine. His dad did, with a lot worse taste in music than the kid does.
Someone, please put a lid on the teapot; there’s a tempest blowing inside it.
