Daily Dose of Dopeness: FIDLAR

Daily Dose of Dopeness

“Fuck the finer things in life” damn near direct quote from FIDLAR. What more could one expect from a band who chose the acronym “fuck it dog, life’s a risk” for their name than slacker-stoner punk rock? ” FIDLAR glorifies being irresponsible dirtbags of the highest caliber, glorifying cheap beer, easy and sleazy women, smoking the dopest dope and a drinking habit that could be placed on the upper end of social drinker on the alcoholic’s spectrum. They have their heads in the right places, making music, raising hell, loving life and making a living out of it. I’ d drink to that.

Million Dollar Idea: Thugs on a Stoop

Felons are people too. Are they any less human for robbing little old grannies, Knocking over 7/11’s or committing serious injuries to people who may or may not have had it coming? Technically speaking…no, morally speaking: that’s not my question to answer. The difference is the profit margin. This is ‘merica, home of the free and land of the formally enslaved, either Abe Lincoln freed them or the parole board and this being ‘merica, where exploiting people is the way to make millions, I’m here to hop on that cash cow and milk it dry.

Daily Dose of Dopeness

Daily Dose of Dopeness

Today being election day and what have you, myself being as cynical as I am, did not and shall not ever vote. I love democracy but not the sort we have at this given point in time. Fuck Reaganomics and any school of thought about what we should do with our country and your messiah for preaching your biased and ignorant thoughts about who is wrong and who is right. As for the you soap box young republicans  with your ” I am holier than thou” ranting and raving…go take a shower with a toaster. As for who I think should run ‘Merica incorporated, hell if i know-Kenny Powers? Don Corleone would make great president, as well as Tony Montana.

The sick and deranged thoughts of everyone’s favorite eccentric dirtbag: Justin Gawel

watch the video, your eyes will thank you, scouts honor

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Intro: Daily Dose of Dopeness

Daily Dose of Dopeness

Oh you know, Edson Ramos dropping his own deranged sense of truth on you like Bill Cosby’s dropping babies.  Today and tomorrow and the days to follow I’ll be learning you in the musical stylings of what my musical palette deems tasty to the ears.When I presented this idea to some beezy she played Lenny from of Mice and Men and asked “Why would you want to push your music on me?” which i promptly responded ” Your playlist is the love child of Pitchfork and the radio. ” More or less, this goes out to those who take audio shots of Skrillex and chase it down with Death Cab for Cutie. For those who throw their nose up in the air at this, fist bump, enjoy and hopefully you can pick up some of the music I lay down: Finders keepers.

As for the flavor of the day: A Tribe called Quest

Words of Wisdom from Mike Tyson

Mike Tyson’s been beating people like O.J Simpson beats murder cases since ’85: Shit’s not even fair. O.J Simpson had Johnnie Cochran as his man, Cochran had the phrase “If the glove does not fit, you must acquit”. Mike Tyson had Cus D’Amato as his trainer, at no time did Cus D’Amato say if the “If the glove does not fit, you must acquit”, for the glove did fit and Mike Tyson never quit. Animalistic with the blows, malicious with the connection of glove to face, elegant with his footwork, damaged goods from all the punches, slurs his words from hits to the dome and unintelligent are descriptions that the uninformed think in regards to Tyson.

What does Mike say about himself?

No Shave NovemBeard

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How would modern society function if it weren’t for the groundwork laid down by Socrates and Plato? How would Plato and Socrates function if it weren’t for the beards the gods bestowed upon them? Western Society would be a bunch of knuckle dragging Homo sapiens if it weren’t for those beards. Shoot, if it weren’t for Noah’s beard that functioned as an antenna for god to speak through, how would humanity exist? Where would America be if it weren’t for Abe Lincoln and his partner in crime, no not Andrew Johnson but his beard. If it weren’t for Abe’s beard we wouldn’t have basketball, Fried chicken or BBQ sauce. That’d be damn shame, would it not? Don’t even get me started on Santa: Hombre, it’s the beard, simple as that. Where do you think Gandalf draws his powers from: Beard once again. Hemmingway’s literary genius and all around bad assery: you know what it is. Fidel Castro’s immunity to assassination: his lucky beard. Kimbo Slice’s ass kicking abilities : It’s the beard home boy. What makes the Dos Equis Guy so damn charismatic and interesting: beard. Osama Bin Laden…that’s a bad example but you get the point. It’s the beard and nothing else

Listen up youth, it’s time for you spring chickens and jive ass turkeys to do away with razors and electric shavers. Tis the season brothers, grow out those sporadic facial hairs past the Joe Dirt white trash boundary onto the territory of greatness. Well maybe the beard won’t cancel out your jive turkey ways but it’d make a hell of a conversation starter. As for those serious fellas out there, join the facebok group you may or may not have already been invited to.

“What’s that growing on your face”

“Your mothers chest hair” ……conversations over.

A Rapper’s Halloween Horror Story

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When’s the last time you thought of a rapper as an average human being? That’s what I thought, how inconsiderate of you. When they’re not “rapping” in a silky smooth voice or filling their songs 70% with  Gucci! Gucci! Gucci!  or even better Woka! Woka! Woka! they’re real people with real people emotions n’ shit.  It being Halloween, I took it upon myself to introduce to me what was introduced to me a while back, rap’s own horror story.

The man behind the music is pretty obscure in comparison to most rappers out there but nevertheless he is one of the most socially conscious rappers in the game…by a wide margin. I’ll eventually rant and rave but for sake of time, ladies and gentle, listen, enjoy and think this one over.

Why I Stole a Televangelist’s Safe.

I broke into Mike Murdock’s house—which was exactly how he planned it.

By by Trey Smith

JUL 2011

Editor’s note: In 1998, Trey Smith was a student at Christ for the Nations in Dallas. His best friend at the time was the son of televangelist Mike Murdock, who heads a ministry in Fort Worth called the Wisdom Center. The Wisdom Center and Murdock were the subject of a series of investigative reports published by the Star-Telegram in 2003. At issue was Murdock’s financial stewardship of the nonprofit ministry. The newspaper, for instance, devoted several column inches to describing the many splendors of his 7-acre estate outside Argyle, Texas. Smith broke into that house, stole a safe, and, many years later, while serving time for another crime, wrote a book about his crime and his experiences with Murdock. He self-published Thieves in January (for more info: http://www.readthieves.com/ ).

The following excerpt, with minor edits, was taken from the book.

D Magazine made every effort to vet Smith’s story, conducting interviews with Smith, his parents, and a representative of a private security firm that aided in Smith’s eventual arrest on unrelated theft charges. The Trinity Foundation also proved helpful. (The Dallas-based watchdog of televangelists helped the Star-Telegram with its series in 2003.) Repeated requests for comment were left with a receptionist at the Wisdom Center and failed to generate a return call.