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Thursday, November 19, 2009 




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DefinitiveJux.net is proud to present the Deluxe Fan Packages feature to you our loyal friends and family. Deluxe Fan Packages are recommended music packages from / featuring artists that we here at the label are affiliated with and think you ought to be too. The packages will offer the latest work from these artists, as well as exclusive content and deals on merchandise. As usual you will be allowed to choose the package that best suits your needs and desires.

To kick this off we couldn't think of a better way to get things in motion than to offer you the new album 'Parallel Uni-Verses' from Del Tha Funkee Homosapien and Weatherman crew member Tame One. Produced by Parallel Thought and released on Gold Dust Records, we here at Jux have a long history with these artists and think this album showcases all they have to offer.

Parallel Uni-Verses  -sounds like the future, cop it to keep up.

Packages

CD
•    Parallel Uni-Verses CD

Digital Edition
•    Digital Download of Parallel Uni-Verses
•    Digital Download of Parallel Uni-Verses Instrumentals


Digital Deluxe Edition

    Digital Download of Parallel Uni-Verses
•    Digital Download of Parallel Uni-Verses Instrumentals
•    Parallel Uni-Verses T-shirt - printed on American Apparel
•    Parallel Uni-Verses Poster
•    Parallel Uni-Verses Stickers


CD Deluxe Edition

•    Parallel Uni-Verses CD
•    Digital Download of Parallel Uni-Verses
•    Digital Download of Parallel Uni-Verses Instrumentals
•    Parallel Uni-Verses T-shirt - printed on American Apparel
•    Parallel Uni-Verses Poster
•    Parallel Uni-Verses Stickers

Double Deluxe Edition

•    Parallel Uni-Verses CD
•    Del The Funky Homosapien Eleventh Hour CD
•    Digital Download of Parallel Uni-Verses
•    Digital Download of Parallel Uni-Verses Instrumentals
•    Parallel Uni-Verses T-shirt - - printed on American Apparel
•    Eleventh Hour T-shirt - printed on American Apparel
•    Parallel Uni-Verses Poster
•    Parallel Uni-Verses Stickers


If You Dont Know:

Oakland’s Del Tha Funkee Homosapien is a perennial fan favorite who, in addition to releasing four solo albums—including 1992’s seminal, gold-selling I Wish My Brother George Was Here--and two group albums with Hieroglyphics, was featured on the Gorillaz’ epononymous, platinum-selling debut and Dan the Automator’s sci-fi-themed concept album Deltron 3030.

Newark’s Tame One is best known as one-half of The Artifacts, a graffiti-writing hip-hop duo active in the mid- and late-90s, whose output includes the classic singles 'Wrong Side of Da Tracks' and 'The Ultimate.' In recent years, Tame has been a member of two underground Def Jux affiliated supergroups: The Weatherman (with Cage, Camu Tao, and Aesop Rock); and the Leak Brothers (with Cage).


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Tuesday, November 17, 2009 




Today we return with part 2 of 'The Curious Case of Ket' by guest contributor Ali Gitlow- check her here. 

 

 

Altogether, KET faced twelve felony charges, each of which carries a sentence between one and seven years. For someone who held a previously clean record, that’s pretty bad news. “I thought the charges were outrageous and the costs associated with them were totally inflated (and they were). I felt that they were throwing more things at me than they knew would stick to give themselves more room to negotiate with my lawyers and get a conviction,” he explains.

 

 


 

 

A man can give cerebral lectures at top-tier universities, publish books and be accepted in the business world, but if he’s speaking out publicly in support of graffiti, the details don’t matter. “I believe that when you are a vocal and open opponent to the anti-graffiti ways of this city, than you are a target,” he confesses.

 

 


 

 

Ultimately, KET realized that having three open court cases would cost over $150,000 which, if he lost, could mean a bunch of time in the clink. “I could not afford the mounting legal fees nor could I risk losing one of three trials and spending years behind bars,” he earnestly divulges. His lawyers worked out a three-year conditional discharge if he admitted guilt, which stipulated that he would have three felonies on his record but would serve no time, would have to pay $15,000 in fines, and, ironically, would have to help paint a community mural at a local school.

 

 

 

 

    Fueled by the fire of KET’s arrests, his friends and supporters came to the rescue during the summer of 2007. They organized a large-scale benefit/art show, The Walls Belong To Us, which took place at the powerHouse Arena in Brooklyn on August 1st. “This came about after taking to various friends and seeing that the only way for me to pay my legal bills and meet the challenge I had ahead of me was to mount a serious fundraiser,” he explains. And serious it was—for the occasion, over 100 artists donated pieces to auction off, including Futura 2000, Martha Cooper, Jose Parla, GHOST, Shepard Fairey, DAZE, Lady Pink and a slew of other impressive characters. Sure, an important part of the graffiti myth involves getting tangled up in beef, but when it comes time to protect people, the community knows how to throw down. With the proceeds from The Walls Belong To Us, which went on to other cities like Miami, Paris and Copenhagen, KET was able to cover his legal expenses.   

Never to be discouraged, KET has gotten back on the grind. He’s recently published a few books, including an exploration of NYC writers’ black books, a monograph of prolific Bronx bomber Sento from The Fantastic Partners crew, and another monograph on old school NYC graffitist Part One. He’s still selling artwork via The Walls Belong To Us’ website, and has painted six murals in New York with DAZE, Fuzz, Sign 104, Smash 137, and Part One. He’s also been awarded a grant to paint an anti-war mural this year, and has completed the community mural as decreed by the courts with the help of art students at El Puente Academy in Brooklyn. “It‘s a mural that embodies a few tenets of the academy: peace, justice, love, and equality,” he describes.

 

 


 

 

After going through these harrowing legal procedures, facing jail time, and having to pay thousands of dollars worth of fines, KET has been actively warning people within the graffiti community to be conscious of their Internet usage. Police can track down so-called vandals much easier nowadays—all it takes is a Google search and, lo and behold, some kid is bombing a gate on YouTube and drunkenly catching a tag in his Facebook profile picture.

In the event his own kids decide they’d like to become writers, KET would advise they do it legally, or travel to South America. “New York City likes to lock up young people and there is no reason to give them the opportunity to do that,” he states assuredly. “If they want to be down, I would be glad to send them to Brazil, Uruguay, or another country where artists are not persecuted.” Wise words from a man who knows the score better than anyone.

Supportket.org

Ali Gitlow is a New York-based writer whose work has appeared in publications including XLR8R, Tokion, ALARM, Overspray, and on her blog, Hands in the Air.


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Monday, November 16, 2009 




Guest Contributor Ali Gitlow (XLR8R, Tokion, ALARM, Overspray) brings us the story of KET, check her here....

After the cops made a respected writer into a citywide example, NYC’s graffiti community stepped up to prove that we support our own.....

 

 

It was a sunny October morning in New York City, just like any other in 2006. Alain Maridue�a woke up around 8, got dressed, had a cup of coffee, and put his pit bulls on leashes. He led the dogs out the door, headed for the dog park. All of a sudden, a couple police officers bearing a search warrant approached, asking to have a look inside his place. Unlike most individuals, who would shit their pants (at least a little) if the fuzz wanted to dig through their dirty laundry, Maridue�a was not scared. “I didn't think anything would come out of it so I was very calm and collected,” he explains coolly.

 

 


 

 

There are a couple good reasons Maridue�a could have been scared that morning—he also goes by the name KET, and has been involved in writing graffiti for many years. However, he's respected as an author, businessman and political activist. He went to NYU on scholarship, founded Stress Magazine and then ran Complex for Mark Ecko, was a marketing bigwig for Azzure Denim and Indigo Red, founded his own publishing company, From Here to Fame, consulted on Ecko's massively successful graf-themed videogame Getting Up: Contents Under Pressure and even organized a highly-publicized block party to celebrate its release.

Maybe that's why the cops were interrupting his peaceful, canine-accompanied stroll. Back in 2005, NYC rescinded the Ecko and KET’s permit for the block party, saying the subway car replicas that graffiti artists were planning to paint would send a bad message to kids. Ecko, KET and their allies may have ultimately won the attendant court case—the city was stifling their First Amendment rights—but the whole affair left the wrong people salty.

 

 


 

 

When the cops walked inside his digs that morning, KET asked if he could videotape them going through his stuff. Of course, the idea was a no go. “I would have produced a Current TV segment with it,” he says. They turned his place upside down, seizing photos, files from his computer and art supplies, all to be used for forthcoming publications and lectures.

Soon after, some of these items were deemed criminal by the District Attorney’s office, and he was slapped with a bunch of charges: two counts of 2nd degree criminal mischief in Brooklyn, one in the Bronx and seven in Manhattan, as well as two counts of 3rd degree criminal mischief and one count possession of graffiti tools in Manhattan. A 3rd degree criminal mischief charge applies to infringements where damages exceed $250, and a 2nd degree charge is for damages over $1,500 (estimated by government officials, of course). All of this came directly from the photos and documents the police confiscated; he was never even caught in the act. “They found a few pictures on my computer and said that since I possessed the images, I must have been the creator of the artwork. Simple as that,” he sums up.

 

 


 

 

KET had to turn himself in to each borough’s DA’s office, and while he was allowed to walk after being charged in Brooklyn, a Manhattan judge posted $50,000 bail (which was later reduced to $10,000 by a Queens judge) and jailed him for a week. “It was the most boring time ever,” he laments. “The food is terrible, there are no books, and watching daytime television will make you want to kill yourself.” To make bail, his friends and family banded together to create a support network that would come in handy during the coming months. He also had to explain what was going on to his two young children, who were very understanding. “My kids know me to be outspoken and to stand up for what I believe in, so it was no surprise to them that this was happening. They know how the government works,” he says.

 

Altogether, KET faced twelve felony charges, each of which carries a sentence between one and seven years. For someone who held a previously clean record, that’s pretty bad news. “I thought the charges were outrageous and the costs associated with them were totally inflated (and they were). I felt that they were throwing more things at me than they knew would stick to give themselves more room to negotiate with my lawyers and get a conviction,” he explains.


We'll be back tomorrow with the second half of The Curious Case of KET, check out guest contributor Ali Gitlow at Hands In The Air




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Thursday, November 12, 2009 




I'll be the first to admit it; I was late to the game with social networks. It wasn't that I didn't know they existed or anything, I was just very skeptical. When Friendster came along it just seemed stupid. I didn't get why anyone would want to be in a 'social network'  and so, amidst endless invites, I ignored it. finally, One day, I got bored, joined, and immediately I became addicted to it and pretty much was glued to it for a few years.

 

 


 

 

Then, along came myspace, a slightly more 'edgy' network (by 'edgy' I mean you could use curse words in bulletins and girls truly whored out in profile pics). When people I knew started jumping off the Friendster boat, I held strong thinking it was just a phase but, as we all know now, the only people still on Friendster are…well…no one. At best, perhaps some Appalachian mountain person who just got their first computer.

 

(Side note: I was thinking about this the other day, Do you think there is anyone left on the planet who has a flourishing Friendster life? That would be so ill).

 

 

 

 

 

So yeah, when I saw that no one gave a shit, I moved over to Myspace…and it was great. It was the exact same thing as Friendster but with more bells and whistles…and I loved it. It even had music pages where I could whore myself out (which to this day I maintain with a surprising amount of activity for something as archaic as Myspace). I even began what would eventually become this blog on my personal Myspace page. Still, whenever I write new shit, I post it there first so the 7 people who still check their Myspace can read it. So, for years, I rode high on the Myspace, then I began to hear murmurings 'Facebook'. Everyone I knew was going over there and leaving Myspace in the dust. I couldn't blame them because Myspace had truly been over run with spam and shitty rappers asking you if you wanna cop their new shitty mixtape. 

 

 

 
 

For some reason, I held on for a loooong time to Myspace, I fought Facebook as long as I could. Eventually, Myspace was a barren wasteland of vacuous updates from lonely strippers and ad campaigns by worthless musicians, no real people. It got boring….so, once again, in spite of all the ridicule from my friends, I shamefully headed over to Facebook with my head down kicking rocks the whole way over.

 

 

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Monday, October 19, 2009 




Things have been pretty negative in this blog for a good while now..well, since it began really but who's really keeping tabs. This week, light up the incense, bust out some merlot and let's get positive...I got so much love in my heart sometimes I gotta just let it all out...in a blog. A happy blog.

 

Here goes!

 

Things I love:

Watching America's Funniest Home Videos on mute

 

 

 

Fart Jokes

Not Having to Wait for Anything

 

 

 

Fat People Sprinting

Drunk Clubby Girls with Hooker Heels Tripping When They Walk Over Subway Grates

 

 


 

Failure by People I Dislike

The Smell of Sulfur, Gasoline and my Own Urine After Eating Asparagus....


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Tuesday, October 13, 2009 




Subway Platform Musicians

 

Blockhead

I’ve heard the tall tales of musicians getting discovered while playing on subway platforms.  We all have. MAYBE that shit has happened once in the history of the universe.  The same way some imaginary guy has been discovered while singing loudly to himself on the street (word to your man Tyrese).  Regardless of all these yet to be proven stories, subway musicians, by and large, are fucking annoying.  Whether it be some old guy on a trumpet fumbling his way through a rendition of “Summertime” or some hippie shitbag playing an acoustic guitar, it’s rarely anything anyone wants’ too hear.  Occasionally, you may luck out and come across one of those bizarre one man band motherfuckers who plays an organ, while drumming with their feet and blowing on a harmonica, but even those guys are only mildly entertaining for a short period of time. The bottom line with subway platform musicians is that it’s a self involved act. it’s someone thinking the world needs to hear their music and going to a place that people HAVE to be and cannot leave.  It’s not like they’re up in the coffee house or a small music venue.  They’re just chilling in public, playing their hearts out, while people go to work and, in most cases, want to be left completely alone.  So fuck those guys.  Not to mention when your greatest success story is kids playing buckets in a levis jeans commercial it may be time to look into plan b.

Williamsburg

Alaska
As a rule I hate revivalists.  Whether it is waiters from Johnny Rockets dressing like waiters from the 50’s or Little Brother making music that sounds like ATCQ ate a gang of retard sandwiches.  But the most annoying revivalists are those that like to dress up like colonists, and colonial Williamsburg is ground zero for these dicks.  I don’t get the appeal of this shit.  If I wanted to see an overzealous teacher or a failed actor I would just sign up for acting class at the local community college.  I don’t need some dick that doesn’t break character give me some shtick about not knowing what a toilet is when I ask him where to find the shitter.  Dude you are wearing a Swatch and drove here in a fucking 1997 Hyundai Excel, how about giving the shitty accent a break and tell me where I can drop this deuce off.  Wait did you mean the place in Brooklyn with all the J.O’s with stupid facial hair and Ting Ting shirts? 

people who are really into cupcakes...



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Thursday, October 08, 2009 

Category: Music






Activator, consisting of members Shannon Moore, Jared Drace, and Cavassa Nickens is a New York City Hardcore band. They will be giving away their first EP, the Unfortunate Lovely EP, for free on the website of their affiliate label Definitive Jux in October of 2009. The band will also be featured on the compilation, Afro Punk Volume 2, and will join the Saul Williams tour on select dates throughout the east coast.





Friday, September 25, 2009 
In this complicated and high-tech digital age its increasingly hard to know what to wear... Just ask this guy:
 
 

 
 
Well we here at Def Jux HQ feel you should be afforded all the freedoms that the internet provides and thusly we've allowed you to customize your very own T-Shirt. Choosing from a number of different designs from Def Jux affiliate artists Jeremy Fish, Travis Millard, and Bisc 1 you can then implement whichever color scheme you feel best matches that favorite pair of jeans, skirt, or maybe you prefer to wear just a T-shirt.
 
We understand. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Friday, September 25, 2009 




This post may date me pretty hard but I've pretty much given up hope on coming across "young and refreshing" at this point.

Megan Fox Hate -

 

EVERYONE (who doesn't have a penis) hates Megan Fox.

There are countless stories of her cuntitude and interviews all over the internet where she seemingly makes a fool of herself, flagrantly exposing her inner retard. Now, I'm in no way rebuffing these facts; she's a fucking idiot, there's no question; From her stupid Marilyn Monroe obsession (that rivals that of Mariah Carey's butterfly obsession) to her awful tattoos.

 

 

 

As for her being a total bitch, sure, why not? I don't know her but I don't doubt it. My issue is this: She's an actress. I don't know if people either, haven't met actresses before (this includes struggling waitresses), or if people seem to hold famous people to a higher standard of expectations. However actresses, by and large, are the dumbest, most self involved, human beings on the face of the earth and to single out Megan Fox is just not fair. Detractors will argue;

 

"But she's saying all that dumb shit in interviews and putting herself out there!"


Do you think, for a moment, that perhaps she's answering all of these questions because they're being asked? She's doing fucking publicity for Christ's sake! It's her job. She's got people knocking down her door trying to get her to answer stupid baited questions and pose in her underwear for whatever dumb men's leisure magazine they write for.

 

 

 

Sure, she could handle herself much better, she could be more grateful of the things she's been given, like I said, she's very likely a bitch. However, if someone like Chloe Sevigny or Anna Paquin said the same shit no one would say anything, they'd just roll their eyes and keep it moving. The extreme hate for Fox is 100% because she's so fucking hot. Women are furious that a girl so vapid and idiotic is still one of the most desirable woman on the planet to your average man.

 

In a strange way, the dumber and more annoying she gets, the more men are drawn to her. Her slutty eyes and over all "I'm the shit" vibe just repulses most women understandably so, still, don't hate the player, hate the game. Whatever she's doing physically is working and rest assured, her career will not be here in 5 years because some new slore will emerge from the fog with a slightly hotter body and a slightly sluttier look in her eyes.

 

 

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009 




We live in a world where positively seems to be the call of the day, whether it is the best selling pseudo-positivity of The Secret or medicated haze of positivity created by big pharma, one thing is for sure, Americans are really scared to let the hate fly. Personally I love the negativity. Most times it is well deserved. Faux positivity is responsible for things like Paris Hilton, Puff Daddy, all the programming on CBS and Canada.

 

The world is anything but a beautiful positive place, just pretending shit is sweet does nothing but make it worse. There was a day and age when people had shame, when Americans were held to a higher standard and when “they hatin” was what ugly girls said about cheerleaders to make themselves feel better about smelling like McRib sandwiches. Now its the calling card of the douche and we accept it, because we need to be positive. Fuck that. Its time to let the hate out and thats just what I plan to do.

 

I hit up my friend and PF mainstay Blockhead to run a few things by him and let the hate shine down.

 

Alaska: So Block here is my vision, I am going to give you a series of topics and you will need to let me know what it is that you hate about them.

 

Block: that sounds perfectly up my alley.

 

Alaska: The View.

 

Block: Hating the view is too easy. It’s annoying bitches talking. sure, it’s supposed to show the different types of women and celebrate all things womanly but it tends to work in reverse and ends up being a celebration of three old crows yelling at one , much prettier and much dumber right wing retarded person. The one thing that pops into my head when i think of “the view” is whenever they have an actor on, there’s a palpable uncomfortable vibe in the room from all the strangely flirtatious banter they throw at uhim. It doesn’t matter if it’s brad pitt or tom green. You get the feeling joy bahar is gonna start unzipping flies at any moment. Not a good look.

 

Alaska: The Lower East Side.

 

Block: Much like the rest of NYC , my beef with the lower east side lies much more in the people that inhabit it than the actual place. There was a time when the lower east side was a cutting edge area where only people in the know and/or willing to slum it a little bit would go to hang out. then, much like williamsburg, students and out of towners got wind that it’s was a moderately safe place to live with decent rent. Flash to 20 years later and it’s a sea of vertical striped shirt wearing dickbags stumbling down the street on a friday night cutting loose cause the stock market kicked their ass all week. The one thing LES had going for it, even just 7 years ago, was that kind of element stayed away from it. the frat boy types stuck to midtown or the college bars on 3rd avenue. I guess more bars opened up, the long island/jersey/queens/brooklyn contingent drifted further downtown and that’s where we are now.  With that said, it’s still maintains some sort of diversity and occasionally some dumb girl will mouth off to the wrong kid from the projects and get knocked out. at this point, it’s all we can really ask for.

 

Alaska: Record Nerds.

 

Block: The thing i hate most about record nerds is that i often get mistaken for one. I know people assume anyone who makes beats is some crate digging uber geek with a crazy music collection but this just isn’t true. I NEVER listen to my records. anything i like is on my i-tunes. on top of that, 99% of the records i own are complete crap. with exception of a bunch of 90’s era indie rap vinyl, it’s all dollar bin records i sampled and threw in a pile never to be revisited again.

 

The thing about record nerds is that they tend to live by this “holier then thou” existence. they’re the type who won’t dub an rare album for someone cause..well…I don’t fucking know…they just won’t and it’s infuriating. what they need to understand is that they’re just collectors. what they deem to be a special momento from a lost time that should be cherished is , to a normal person, actually just a record. the best it can do is play music that people enjoy. it should be shared. especially when it’s out of print and the artist is in no way getting a penny from said “momento”. I got respect for people who have large collection of music they love. that’s fine. especially if you actually listen to the music you own, but if you just collect shit cause it’s “rare” regardless of how good the music is, you’re a fucking idiot.

 

Alaska: Kung Fu Flicks.

 

Block: For as long as I can remember, I’ve never given a shit about kung fu flicks. Obviously, for the majority of this time, I was only exposed to the most typical films of the genre.  So, a few years ago, I thought I should give it a chance. I have a friend who is a kung fu movie fiend. He owns like 200 dvd’s of rare and critically acclaimed jewels only found in dark alley ways in north korea. I told him to pick a few out and lend them to me. You know what? I still don’t give a shit about them. The thing about kung fu movies is that you know what you’re getting. It’s a lot like porn. They’re all slightly different but you basically know where it’s going as far as action and storyline. The difference being , I can jerk off to porn where as, with kung fu movies, it’s just a bunch of dudes jumping around on wires. It’s like a thugged out “De La Guarda”.

 

Alaska: Aging Rappers.

 

Block: NOTHING is sadder than an aging rappers. 38 year old , withered , grown men in fitted baseball hats ,dressing the same way as their children, trying to recapture a flame lost over a decade ago. The worst is when they try and keep up with the times by emulating the styles of todays popular rappers. Rappers they themselves are partially responsible for influencing in some distant way. Hearing Kool G Rap  or Big Daddy Kanetry and sound relevant in today’s market breaks my heart. These are guys who set trends in the golden era of hip hop but now are reduced to doing cameos on songs with rappers who don’t deserve a guest spot from asher roth. It’s disgusting. basically, motherfuckers need to know when to hang it up. I know , with the existence of europe, it’s real easy to just go there and tour forever but nothing fucks up a legacy like over staying your welcome.

 

Alaska: Rage Against The Machine.

 

Block: In the 90’s there was this big rush to mix rap with other genres. jazz, rock, jam band…all of it. It rarely worked and made for some of the most offensive music ever made. At the forefront of this shitty idea (no disrespect to run dmc who really opened the doors to this crap) were rage against the machine. Shitty riffs with shitty social commentary said by a shitty rapper who sounded like a dying rooster.

I remember, when RATM was popular, meeting people who were obviously not into hip hop. They would find out I was into it and immediately try and connect on some “yo, you must love RATM!”. That’s kinda like if I were to say to a guy “yo, you love getting blow jobs? you must love eating a man’s ass!”.

 

Alaska: Science Fiction.

 

Block: Now, I don’t dislike all scifi. Some of it is pretty awesome, but the obsession with it beyond “oh, that’s kinda cool” is fucking retarded. Even worse are the people who take it seriously. The fact that people worship “Star wars” and “Star trek” like they do is just obscene. I know people like to escape reality every now and then but to truly submerge yourself in that kind of silly bullshit is just sad. Take it for what it is: some creative shit made for your entertainment. People get out of hand with that shit. I mean, fucking scientology is based on some scifi crap. It’s insane. To me, scifi is the anti-sports. Everything sports stand for, scifi is the exact opposite. I also notice that people who love scifi rarely like sports (or play them for that matter).

 

Thanks for the enlightenment Blockhead and thanks to you the reader for embracing the hate and making the world a better place one hateful diatribe at a time.  See you next week.

 

Alaska

 

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