Irene Kramer, a grandmother in Scranton, Pa., gets her ears singed when passing by the high school near her home. “What we hear, it’s gross,” says Kramer, 67. “I tell them, ‘I have a dictionary and a Roget’s Thesaurus, and I don’t see any of those words in there!’ I don’t understand why these parents allow it.” 

The price is wrong, bitch - but you probably didn’t bother to actually look it up. However, it might be a recent addition. I mean, do you have any idea how hard I tried as a child to find a dictionary definition of the word “fuck”? Or even “damn”? Seriously, it was like a fucking puritanical conspiracy to keep eager young children, keen on expanding their vocabulary and refining their proper grammatical usage, from an integral segment of the language. I mean, talk about stifling a child’s natural curiosity – I fucking guarantee that there are more 10-year-old boys looking up “tits” than “onomatopoeia.” 

  And even if that weren’t the case, language isn’t bound by a motherfucking dictionary. It’s a living thing that evolves over time. As Wittgenstein said, you can’t give a sign in the wrong sense – if the sign is understood by the listener, it is part of the language. This means that newly invented profanity (i.e. “cuntbubble”) can be more linguistically relevant than a more established, but obscure, sign (i.e. “tachydidaxy“).  But she goes on:

For Kramer, a major culprit is television. “Do I have to be insulted right there in my own home?” she asks. “I’m not going to pay $54 a month for cable and listen to that garbage.” And yet she feels it’s not a lost cause. “If people say ‘Look, I don’t want you talking that way,’ if they demand it, it’s going to have to change.” 

It’s called the fucking market, grandma, and Adam Smith is giving you the invisible finger. First of all, I guarantee you’re still a fucking cable-subscriber because you don’t want to spend your retirement years without Matlock reruns, ordering useless shit off of QVC, and random second-rate movies from the Forties on Turner Classic Movies that remind you of a golden past before your tits migrated below your goddamn knees. Nobody, least of all you, is going to change a fucking thing. In reality, you’re going to take it in the ass and continue to pay the cable company $54 a month. Sure, you may rant about it to your sewing circle, but angry ranting doesn’t change a goddamn thing, and I know that better than anyone. If it did, we’d have the homeless fighting to the death in gladatorial battles for our amusement and Hugh Hefner’s birthday would be a federal holiday.

The point is, there’s a market for G-rated shit and “family” entertainment, and cable has certainly catered to serving it. That’s why if you want to see a cartoon with a character who says things like, “Shut up Kyle! Shut your goddamn Jew mouth! You’re the reason that there’s war in the Middle East!” you turn to Comedy Central, and not the motherfucking Disney Channel. And thanks to the market, you’re more than welcome to watch Mrs. Cleaver and Lassie save the fucking orphanage. Just shut the fuck up when you flip past shows that them crazy youngsters watch because that’s what really brings in the dollars. This will be easier to accept, Mrs. Kramer, if you just repeat after me: “I am not a key demographic. My opinion doesn’t matter.” There – isn’t that better?  Fuck you.

not so new, but that doesn’t matter.

Canadian band. it’s good stuff.

most of these spermgobblers can’t seem to get past the frst two lines, so I get completely incohherent shit like:

“Aww, man, why you hatin man?
I think lil wayne is fire man.”
- caged_beast2345

and:

“AY FUK U HATIN ASS NIGGUH U DONT NO SHIT BOUT RAP OR WEEZY
WAYNE 4 EVER”
-dangie_mayne_kane

I would say about 75% of them accused me of being a “hater”.
20% agreed completely.
and the other 5%  are just wondering what the fuck I listen to seeing as I seem to hate everything.

So since half you dickheads have no idea what music is, I’m going to have to post a new song every week that’s actually worth listening to.

Beginnig today. If I weren’t so lazy I would set up a Youtube channel and post the vids myself… but ffuucckkk that shit.

Either way this is an amazing song.

It pisses me off when someone tries to tell me that Miley Cyrus is one of the best singers out right now, or that Nickelback doesn’t sound the exact same in every song, or that the Jonas Brothers are actually interested in women. I refuse to listen to music if I have to hear it through those shitty iPod headphones. Sadly though, I have to admit that Hip-hop takes the cake for shittiest genre. Don’t get me wrong, I love rap with a passion. As a black teenager I’m almost programmed to love it.  However the last ten years have seen a downward spiral. Yesterday some chick tried to tell me that Lil Wayne was the best rapper ever. I almost went Chris Brown. Seriously… I nearly kicked a bitch in the teeth. I had to contain myself. I mean here’s a an example of the genius of Lil Wayne:

1. “Like Hitler, I’m the New Orleans Nightmare”

Granted, rappers want to be hard, and it’s difficult to do that these days, so they’re often given to hyperbole. With that being said, you probably don’t want to compare yourself to Hitler in any circumstance, even if you’re a really, really scary dude. Lil Wayne equates himself to the genocidal maniac very quickly, and if you’re not listening closely, you miss it–but yeah, he dropped the H-bomb there. Way to Godwin the world of rap, Wayne.

2. “When you’re great, it’s not murder, it’s assassinate / So assassinate me, bitch / Cause I’m doing the same shit Martin Luther King did.”

This is another one that, while a head scratcher is more of offensive than anything else. I think Lil Wayne may actually believe that mindless lyrics about sex and shiny rims are a continuation of the work of MLK. I think that if anything it’s the opposite… but hey, thanks Wayne for screwing up the priorities of black youth, you shitcock. Very MLK-esque.

Wow...

I could go on, but it’s actually making me nauseous. I don’t mean to pick on Lil Wayne, of course he’s not the only guy who’s made a living off being a moron, there’s a whole list. I really miss old rap, like rap before it got idiotic. Naughty By Nature, Public Enemy, that old school LL Cool J. almost anything made before 1998 is probably amazing. Sometimes I like to muse about what rap would be like if 2Pac and Biggie were still alive. I wonder if they would have sold out like everyone else seems to have.

Really though it’s irrelevant. I’ve been forced to turn my back on Hip-hop.