Wednesday, December 21, 2005

C'mon! Give Uncle Scrotor a hug! *

So, Tookie's last message was apparently:
“Teach them how to avoid our destructive footsteps. Teach them to strive for higher education. Teach them to promote peace and teach them to focus on rebuilding the neighborhoods that you, others and I helped to destroy.”
And yet, Snoop Dogg spoke at his funeral and was one of the leading celebrities fighting the "no death penalty for Tookie" fight. Snoop Dogg...famous misogynist, porn star, gang member, criminal, and druggie. Snoop Dogg, antithesis to all that is peaceful, educational, and positive.
While on death row, Williams wrote children’s books warning against gang life. Those efforts attracted supporters who lobbied for clemency, arguing Williams had redeemed himself.
And yet:
Several dozen gang members wearing blue attire associated with Crips gangs watched the funeral in the parking lot. One who identified himself as “Killowatt the Third,” age 33, estimated there were 20 to 30 Crips-affiliated gangs there to honor Williams.

“That’s my role model, man. That’s the CEO of the Crips,” he said.

Honestly, a role model? I'm not here to talk about the death penalty, I'm just here to point out that this story is weird. And that if I was a gang member I would not be named Killowatt. And there's this too...
Keelonnie Roberts, 23, of Torrance, said her father was a Crip who used to tell her tales of gang life. Although Roberts never met Williams, she said, “He seemed like a sweet man to me.”
Yup, nothing sweeter than a murderer and gang banger. Except maybe telling your small daughter tales of your life as a Crip. That's pretty sweet.

In other news, it's been raining for four straight days here. I have resorted to wearing the world's largest blue tarp-like poncho everywhere and just carrying on as normal. Today I went for a hike in the mountains, and I went shopping. I look like a walking pup tent, but whatever. I'm seriously considering building an ark, and then, instead of animals, I'll fill it with two of all of my favorite beers. And maybe a cabana boy. Or two.

*This title has nothing to do with anything. I recently rewatched MST3000 The Movie for the twenty-millionth time, so all the lines are still stuck in my head. And honestly, I really want to meet someone I can call Uncle Scrotor. Because that's damn funny.
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