It’s a rap
I ave noticed a phenomenon over in the States recently.
Every now and then an item appears about some “rap artist” being done for gang membership, drugs or some other gun related crime.
Now I have a problem with the term “rap artist”. It appears that anyone can stand on a stage and spout this assault on the ears. All you need is a coat with a hood and the ability to point aimlessly at the floor. It helps if you can drawl along sounding like you are from the Bronx slums and also skin pigmentation can play a large part. Rap is no more an art form that the skid marks in my undies. In fact I would consider my skid marks to be vastly more artistic.
The saving grace in all of this is the desire of the “artist” to sound like he’s a gang member from the slums. It gives the police carte blanche if they want an arrest, so arrest they do, in ever increasing numbers. The “rappers” have it coming to them. I really have to hand it to any police force who are willing to clean our streets of talent-less oiks who actually see themselves as artists. If they want to sound like gangsters then treat ‘m like gangsters.
“Wouldn’t you love your daughter to bring this specimen home?”
Well, no. Then again I don’t have a daughter. If I did though I’d call the police before he could even ring the doorbell. Then I’d ground her for a month for being stupid.
Kirk, I have four daughters. In their younger years I reminded them that our place sat on a 12-acre plot and I had access to a backhoe and a shotgun.
Rap is no more an art form that the skid marks in my undies. In fact I would consider my skid marks to be vastly more artistic.
That all depends on the pattern of the shorts.