Billy X. Sunday Is The Dennis Kucinich Of This Blog Shit…
I realize that I owe the XXLmag dot com-menting faithful some sort of explanation for my reticence on this column? This goes out to those of you that fall through this site to see what the fuck is on my so-called mind. Time is definitely money and since you folks have been paying me attention I will keep it 100 with y’all. I have been beefing with my bosses in the big offices over my guap. Straight cheese. I freelance for the online magazine and I have had some issues over my paper. We all know that XXL has more money than God. So much so that even Jesus gets loans from Harris Publ. on occasion. The folks that I dialogue with have told me that I am in good standing with the accounts payable department so I should expect to be back on a regular schedule.
I don’t like to act coin-operated because as a writer you certainly don’t sit down with a pad and pen and expect someone to pay you for your thoughts, but as soon as you accept payment you have to walk that line. I recognize that my thoughts have value, especially when they are combined with your thoughts and your comments. The biggest notion that I have gained from a year of drops here at XXLmag is that Hip-Hop is the single greatest intellectual artistic movement on the planet right now. No music other than the Hip-Hop generations is asking for economic justice in the face of an economy that has been fucked the fuck up by those before us. No graphic arts or music but the Hip-Hop generations is seeking social justice for the millions of people slaughtered in the deserts of Iraq. And movement but the Hip-Hop generations is demanding political justice by registering to vote and believing that a mulatto from Chicago that puffed crills can be president of these United States.
And why not?!? Didn’t G Dubbz fuck with the nose candy at one time? I always thought that G Dubbz was the “tester” when his dad had that Peruvian pipeline popping off with Oliver North. But all that nonsense pushed aside, this drop isn’t about politricks. This drop is my Iowa caucus. Do I stay in the game and campaign with y’all for another year, or do I return to my former career of searching the internets for the best in pr0n from Lauren Phoenix while sipping on a mixture of Crystal Light and Ciroc vodka from my special cup with the crazy straw inside of my parent’s basement? Do I return to C-boy status on Notes From A Different Kitchen, Crunktastical, Nah’Right, Concrete Loop and ByronCrawford dot com, or do I continue to write my shit here for your eyeholes? You folks need to vote on this one. And here’s how you vote: In the comments thread I need you to paste one(1) of these three comments…
a) Pay this nigga!
The hardbody version
b) Pay this nigger!
The classic (for non-colored folks)
c) Pay this Black motherfucker!
For those of you that hate my guts and want me to kill myself with a 2-liter bottle full of the Lean you have this option…
d) BXS, kill yo’self!
Like I said earlier, your time is money and you should want to receive full compensation for giving your eyeballs and braincells to the discourse posited here at this website.
Vote or die bitches!