*soft guitar strum*

Now it’s time…to say goodbye/
to all our Negro [Please] friends./

Sorry about the title. I thought it was really dramatic and might lure you into reading this. I see it worked. I’m not falling apart or imploding by any means. In fact, I’m making more progress than ever.

As most of you are aware by now, I am leaving XXL and the Negro Please column today. I’d like to take this time to clear up some of the speculation and misconceptions surrounding the changes.

-Ron Mexico did not get fired.
-Ron Mexico is not angry at XXL. Hence, he hasn’t stormed off or protested like he did at a certain amphibian-colored rap website whose out-of-control reader community is setting a new gold-standard for niggorance in online hip-hop.

-Ron Mexico loves you. It’s not you. It’s me. No nullus.
-Ron Mexico uses the third person when referring to himself in bullet points.  He can’t help it.

I’ve relished every moment of the Negro Please assignment. Using satire as a lance to joust ignorance and fuckery before the XXL audience has been both an honor and a privilege. In an era where “hating” has become the cardinal sin of hip-hop culture, the few souls unafraid to say what we as a community must hear should be commended. Give yourselves a sarcastic cascade of boos for having standards and wanting niggas to take responsibility for their actions and shit. You exhibit great courage against our generation’s crippling fear of being outcast in the eyes of worthless, fuck-ass, ignorant, stagnant motherfuckers. I, for one, would rather die than live for the next nigga’s approval—who, in turn, lives for the approval of a next group of next niggas, and so forth.

For those of you who aren’t sure where you stand, think about it for a second. Now ask yourself, “Am I an outcast?” I know I am. As a matter of fact, fuck being anything else.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I was being thankful and shit. Excuse me. I appreciate the opportunity XXL has given me to bring the hate back to a larger audience. However, if there’s anyone who deserves my undying gratitude for making this time here at XXL a great success, it’s you, the reader. Your feedback has entertained and inspired me. It’s held me to standards of commitment and excellence that have made me a better writer than the guy who stepped onto the Harris coliseum floor in June of 2008. As our booty-loving friend Fleece Johnson would say, “I’m a warrior. So, let that be known.”

You’ve made this column do what it do, baby. Don’t let any form of DN tell you different.

As for why I’m leaving you, sometimes a nigga just gotta do his own thing. I’ll be spending more time developing original content for the league of extraordinary haters at my own website, Ron Mexico City. My departure from the XXL gig means that—in addition to the standard hate in print form—there will be more time for video, audio and other goodies to which I should be giving my best effort. Fucks with me if you fucks with NP, as it’s just part of what I do. I look forward to facilitating your favorite arena for critical thought. In that regard, won’t nothin’ change but the range… and the URL, I guess.

I thought it was very important to let you all know how much this symposium has meant to me before turning the lights out on it. I’m proud of every word. I’ll miss this blog like a dead relative. We really did build something special here. Hopefully I’ll see you naggers around.

Put a pin in that one. We'll come back to it.

Long live the hate,
Ron Mexico

Oh, yeah. Don’t forget to vote for your favorite DNs in the Elite H8! Catch the Final Four of the 2010 DN Tournament on Ron Mexico City this week.

And as I sip my soda that I'm sure somebody's spit in...