At a mixer following a campaign event in Bedford, New Hampshire, a gentleman approaches Rick Perry and says “Bank of America… We will help you out”. ZeroHedge identified the man as James Mahoney, the Director of Public Policy for Bank of America. Just in case you still had any doubts about who ran what in America.
Rupert Murdoch was pied in the face. TBS canceled the late-night show of alleged comedian George Lopez. And a Mexican mariachi band serenaded a beluga whale in Connecticut.
That was it. Media schadenfreude and a gyrating marine mammal: the lone highlights of the Summer of 2011. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The Summer of 2010 should have been rock bottom. Three interminable months of the Greek contagion, the BP Gulf Leak, and an Icelandic volcano no one could pronounce.
Sports fans endured breathlessly hyped months of LeBronian ego. Saintly boyfriends, Sex & The City 2. And fratty roommates everywhere, the Smirnoff Ice Bros Icing Bros meme.
“America forced to sell Grandma’s precious vase on eBay to pay angry creditors.”
The agreement between the Oakland rapping guys was this: Each rapping guy would be allotted one section of the rap song to rap about whatever he wanted. The only exception was the Two Pack rapper, who would be rapping during the first and final block of the rapping song. This was because he was the leader and if the other Oakland rapping guys had any misgivings about that, then they certainly knew better than to say anything.
Even the backup rapping guys who were only allowed to chime in occasionally to respond to the lyrics knew that.
“We should all remember to rap about some of our own positive characteristics,” said one rapping guy. “That way, the listener trusts our interpretation of the subject matter.”
“Good idea!” said another rapper. “Then it’s like a resume!”
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Animal Planet by GZA off of Legend of the Liquid Sword.
