@ how clueless this racist cac is in this article...Help me with this; I’m lost.
Chicago is now known as our murder capital. Gun-toting, itchy-fingered gang members, as young as 14, daily and nightly murdering and being murdered — children shooting children dead — over nothing more than a sideways glance, the wrong-color shirt, a bag of weed, and, now in at least its 27th year, status-symbol sneakers.
Then there are the “stray bullet” victims of all ages.
And Chicago isn’t much worse than most cities. Among the busiest keepin’-it-real businesses in the ’hood are those that quickly produce “R.I.P” T-shirts carrying a photo of the murdered. Collect ’em all! Trade ’em with your friends, while the supply of friends last.
Last week, the Chicago White Sox were revealed to be forming a paid partnership with Chance the Rapper, assigning him to become the team’s “Ambassador.”
Chance’s real name is Chancelor Bennett; he’s 22, unmarried with a child, grew up in suburban Chicago. His father had been a political operative for Chicago Mayor Harold Washington, then for Illinois Senator Barack Obama and now for Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel.
Chance, who often wears a White Sox cap, was selected to throw out the first pitch in this year’s White Sox home opener.
Beyond that — and far below — Chance records and sells pro forma, no-upside, can’t-expect-better-from-us, women-denigrating, blood-on-the-breeze rap.
It was suggested that I choose from random any of Chance’s songs to get a sense of whom the White Sox would choose as their first “Ambassador” — as if such an appointment by an MLB team is now essential.
I spun the Google wheel and landed on “Smoke Again,” which begins, “l don’t even talk to them on the phone again. Leave in the a.m., on the road again. So, b—h, let’s f–k so I can smoke again. I gotta smoke again, I got s–t to do.”
From there it “grows” more vulgar and, as per the genre, more boastful. Standard dehumanizing gangsta rap — young black men are N—-s”, he’s especially fond of dope and regards young women as a sub-species in over-and-out service to his immediate libidinous whims, especially oral sex.
Don’t take my word for it; look for yourself.
One wonders how MLB’s domestic violence policy, issued just last August, would read in juxtaposition to Chance’s work and his candidacy as payrolled “Ambassador” for an MLB team.
Would Mayor Emanuel, MLB Commissioner Rob Manfred and Chicago Rev. Jesse Jackson recite his lyrics in public?
What about White Sox executive vice president Ken Williams, 52-year-old African-American? Will he publicly support the addition of a young man who publicly and professionally refers to black men as N—-s, and young women as easily discarded sexual junk as “The man we want on our team!”?
Let’s hear, too, from ESPN’s Mike Greenberg and Mike Golic, who last week on their show gave this proposal their full endorsement.
What better way, they enthusiastically reasoned, to grow interest in baseball among the young than to hook a team to Chance? What better way, they added, to sell team merchandise?
If that’s not just standard media pandering — if they’d choose such artistry to create interest in sports among the kids in their lives — then Golic and Greenberg will have no trouble demonstrating the courage of their conviction: Read on air the words to “Keep Smoking”; cite it as evidence of how he’ll stimulate interest in the White Sox among Chicago youth.
For crying out loud, how much faster can we run backwards? How much lower can we fall? And, for what it’s worth, Chance, in September, became the father of a daughter.
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Chicago is now known as our murder capital. Gun-toting, itchy-fingered gang members, as young as 14, daily and nightly murdering and being murdered — children shooting children dead — over nothing more than a sideways glance, the wrong-color shirt, a bag of weed, and, now in at least its 27th year, status-symbol sneakers.
Then there are the “stray bullet” victims of all ages.
And Chicago isn’t much worse than most cities. Among the busiest keepin’-it-real businesses in the ’hood are those that quickly produce “R.I.P” T-shirts carrying a photo of the murdered. Collect ’em all! Trade ’em with your friends, while the supply of friends last.
Last week, the Chicago White Sox were revealed to be forming a paid partnership with Chance the Rapper, assigning him to become the team’s “Ambassador.”
Chance’s real name is Chancelor Bennett; he’s 22, unmarried with a child, grew up in suburban Chicago. His father had been a political operative for Chicago Mayor Harold Washington, then for Illinois Senator Barack Obama and now for Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel.
Chance, who often wears a White Sox cap, was selected to throw out the first pitch in this year’s White Sox home opener.
Beyond that — and far below — Chance records and sells pro forma, no-upside, can’t-expect-better-from-us, women-denigrating, blood-on-the-breeze rap.
It was suggested that I choose from random any of Chance’s songs to get a sense of whom the White Sox would choose as their first “Ambassador” — as if such an appointment by an MLB team is now essential.
I spun the Google wheel and landed on “Smoke Again,” which begins, “l don’t even talk to them on the phone again. Leave in the a.m., on the road again. So, b—h, let’s f–k so I can smoke again. I gotta smoke again, I got s–t to do.”
From there it “grows” more vulgar and, as per the genre, more boastful. Standard dehumanizing gangsta rap — young black men are N—-s”, he’s especially fond of dope and regards young women as a sub-species in over-and-out service to his immediate libidinous whims, especially oral sex.
Don’t take my word for it; look for yourself.
One wonders how MLB’s domestic violence policy, issued just last August, would read in juxtaposition to Chance’s work and his candidacy as payrolled “Ambassador” for an MLB team.
Would Mayor Emanuel, MLB Commissioner Rob Manfred and Chicago Rev. Jesse Jackson recite his lyrics in public?
What about White Sox executive vice president Ken Williams, 52-year-old African-American? Will he publicly support the addition of a young man who publicly and professionally refers to black men as N—-s, and young women as easily discarded sexual junk as “The man we want on our team!”?
Let’s hear, too, from ESPN’s Mike Greenberg and Mike Golic, who last week on their show gave this proposal their full endorsement.
What better way, they enthusiastically reasoned, to grow interest in baseball among the young than to hook a team to Chance? What better way, they added, to sell team merchandise?
If that’s not just standard media pandering — if they’d choose such artistry to create interest in sports among the kids in their lives — then Golic and Greenberg will have no trouble demonstrating the courage of their conviction: Read on air the words to “Keep Smoking”; cite it as evidence of how he’ll stimulate interest in the White Sox among Chicago youth.
For crying out loud, how much faster can we run backwards? How much lower can we fall? And, for what it’s worth, Chance, in September, became the father of a daughter.
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SMMFH @ this bullshyt
http://nypost.com/2016/04/11/challenge-to-white-sox-espn-hosts-recite-chance-the-rapper-lyrics/
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