“You. say. I. think. I’m. Never. Wrong. … You. know. what? Maybe. you’re. right. Aight?” But not today. ~ Kanye West’s “I Wonder”
You can take what follows at face value, to heart or deflect it like you do other sleights.
To be frank, I don’t care. You are ignorant as hell grown, and you will do what you want to do. You’ve proven the previous sentence’s final eight words to be accurate during your feeble existence.
But I’m going to attempt to get through to you while supporting what Monica wrote yesterday. So here goes: The love of money is the root of all evil.
Those aren’t my words. Google that phrase if you don’t know where it derived. It’s the truth. It’s not opinion. It’s not fact. It’s not slanted. It’s my the truth. I’m going to expound upon it in a brief manner that you should understand.
If your primary goal in life is to “get money” or you believe “cash rules everything around” you, you’re on the far wrong left track. Money is a major source of unhappiness. You won’t find it anywhere near my the definition of happiness.
Pay attention to wealthy and famous people. You’ll find that the more money they get, the more problems — not peace — they find. If you need a reference point to better understand this, Google “The Notorious B.I.G’s Mo Money, Mo Problems.” Remember how his story ended? Not well.
Better yet, Google “lottery winners and unhappiness.” It’s not a joke.
This is why I have a sincere problem when someone says, “You can’t hate him. He’s gettin money.” (Forget) him, his couch and anything else he sits on. I refuse to debate that ridiculous excuse because “people from a distance can’t tell who’s who.”
“He’s gettin money” isn’t a sound defense for the foolishness peddled today as entertainment. Here are a few people who fit this profile: 50 Cent, Mark Cronin’s reality stars, Soulja Boy Tell’em and Maury Povich. They are a few of a burgeoning plethora willing to coon for cash.
But when you choose to make a living bojangling for bucks, you are selling out in the second worst way. The first? Leading the life of a whore. But bojangling, cooning and shucking & jiving isn’t far behind. Actually, they’re quite similar to whoring.
Now, these things might not be a problem if they weren’t a detriment to our society or people’s personal lives. But they are. Whoring doesn’t need to be explained, right?
Now, swaggerfic coontastic bojangling? You can call it “mindless entertainment.” Cronin does. But when more teens Americans and their children choose to spend more of their free time watching the coonery of VH1 than reading books and the news of the day, there’s something wrong. In case this needs to be said: Knowing what Paris Hilton threw up for lunch doesn’t qualify as news.
The bigger picture: We’re devolving as a society. Not evolving. Not revolving. But devolving.
I began “This May Concern You” as a whimsical joke. But my moral code forced me to do something more than just write some self-deprecating stuff to make people laugh at or with me. I soon realized that I could write some funny but real open letters that might impact people, their moral codes and their thought processes. That’s why I wrote letters to Pedestal Patty, The People Who Think I’m Gay, The Iraqi Who Threw His Shoes at W., Michael Jackson, DJ Jazzy Jeff and about Michael Vick.
Sure, there’s some humor laced through the words on this blog, but there is a sincere purpose. I’ll tell you this much: That purpose ain’t bojangling for Benjamins in front of America.
I’m sorry, Puffy had it wrong. That’s not what this life is about. Again, my soul’s not for sale. And yours shouldn’t be, either. So find a sincere purpose for what you choose to do. It will bring you joy. Trust me. I know.
If you disagree, Moni would tell you to kick rocks and I won’t discourage you from jumping in front of a double-decker bus that’s cool, too.
Peace & Love,
P.S. My swag (God) turns me on every morning. I don’t turn it on.
P.P.S. A quick quiz: What does your money tell you to do? (There’s a hint in the P.S.)