The Journal of Joe The Peacock. Yay.

5.29.2004:

1:51 AM

You know what confuses me? And this just really swirls my brain and baffles the utter shit out of me?

Platinum.

It's a metal. It's just a shiny, white metal. And by the thousands, there are shitheads who can barely afford to put food on the table who are coughing up hundreds and thousands - and in some cases, hundreds of thousands - of dollars for links of this medal connected to more links of this medal, all of which are connected to some sort of emblem - in most cases, the logo of a car or clothing manufactuer (and that's a whole other topic of conversation. Paying for the privledge of advertising? Come on...)

These kids are scrambling to buy an object who's sole purpose is to show how much money one paid for it! It's utterly redundant! If you are truly that concerned with showing someone how much money you make or are worth, take out a 10 dollar ad in the paper and publish your tax returns! Humans have so much potential, both physically and mentally. We are capable of just about ANYTHING - and there are people on this earth who squander that potential chasing after METAL.

Rap Star Du Jour will come on television or have a picture taken of him wearing some gigantic platinum chain with a platinum model of an automobile rim that spins around - what the FUCK? These rap guys... they have the ears and minds of millions of people, most of them youth. They could spread any message they want, and it would not only be received, it would be acted upon. So, with such amazing power, what do these guys say? What is the message they spread to the hoarde of eager minds waiting to hear the word?

"Hey Shorty. It's your birthday."

Yep. And you know what else? "We're going to party - like it's your birthday." In fact,"we're gonna drink Bicardi - yep, you guessed it - like it's your birthday."

Come on.

These guys have the power to educate and direct lives, and all they're saying is that you can rhyme the word "Birthday" with the word "Birthday." IT'S THE SAME GODDAMN WORD, YOU FUCKING MONGOLOID.

And the guys spreading something worth hearing - Common, Cee-Lo... these guys get overshadowed. With what? "We're going to the club." You know, you fucking rap assholes, With one song, you could hit 1,000,000 kids with a message. 100,000 would listen - and that's a CONSERVATIVE estimate. With that message, you could say "Yo, put that fucking gun down. if you want real power, EDUCATE yourself and take the world over. End the game. Stop wasting time, it's what the powers that be want you to do. You could, as a race, as a social strata, vote into power representatives who ACTUALLY represent you."

But NO. What do you say?

You say "It's hot in here."

You know WHY it's so hot in here? It's because you are so full of festering, steaming, fetid SHIT and it oozes out of your mouth with every word.

So, enjoy that 8 miles to the gallon you're getting in that escalade that sports rims more expensive than the money your 'BROTHER' is making at McDonalds a year. Because, after all, you gotta shake yo' ass like a salt shaka', and you can't read a book while shaking like an epileptic. Can't focus.

And why fucking bother?

Shake it like a polaroid picture... and meanwhile, the powers that be are shakin' each other's hands and making deals that lock you down.

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