Now that the USPS has been completely undermined by the proliferation of e-mail, I suppose this is now the apex of their employee quality.

More goodness from Los Angeles beatsmith J. Bizness. I immediately downloaded and dumped this into my iPod as soon as it hit the streets. 26 winstrumentals—producers, step ya game up.
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Oprah and Tyler Perry team up to bring this new emotional drama that features a haggard Mariah Carey, an Oscar-worthy Mo'Nique, and a new young star whom I initially thought was the brotha from Notorious. Though I'm neither a fan of Oprah nor Perry, this looks deserving of a trip to the box office.

It's twenty-three months later and fallen football star Michael Vick has emerged from federal prison trading lockup and license plates for home confinement and a minimum wage construction job. I remember two years ago when the dog-fighting drama ensued—as an animal lover, I wanted the "villain" locked and the key tossed. In retrospect, Vick should have never gone to prison.
No, no, this isn't me sympathizing with a troubled black male whose lack of a father figure thrust him into very bad things. This is Free Speech considering the economic impact of imprisoning a revenue-generator and making tax-payers foot the bill.
A jailed Michael Vick deprives the NFL, the city of Atlanta, and merchandise vendors of tens of millions of dollars of revenue. This doesn't even take into account all of the derivative markets that Vick impacts—concessions vendors, local restaurants, etc. What happens instead? Tax-payers finance a trial and his 23-month sentence in a federal penitentiary. Well, as you're likely well aware, America is BROKE, not just on the federal level, but on the state level as well. California, for example, raised its sales tax by a full point, has put its state workers on furloughs, and is considering selling off state monuments and even releasing prisoners because it can't afford to detain them. The fiscally responsible retribution is not jail-time, but a hefty fine...a fine so swollen and compelling that Vick would never even want to pet a dog again. Assuming you could levy a fine equal to one year's salary, you're looking at a $7 million+ collection. This also relies on the maybe unrealistic assumption that the NFL cooperates by not suspending Vick and that some damn good PR spin could be generated to win the favor of fans. If so, the public is relieved of a HUGE tab and goes from being in the red to being millions of dollars in the black. Further, the revenue train keeps chugging with merchandise, ticket, broadcast, and media sales.
Clearly, this sets a precedent that challenges the integrity of our judicial system and poses an ethical dilemma, but I think in these extreme economic conditions, such solutions must be considered. Let's invest in schools and health care rather than financing our fulfillment from putting a dog-fighter in prison.
U-N-I describes their new joint "Land of the Kings" off of Mountain Dew's Green Label Sound singles label. Download the track here.
Seems like a new niche humor photo site pops up everyday. This is one of my new favorites. Some samples:

Good intentions, but it's no wonder why this commercial was pulled.
Funny Nike commercial that cleverly plays about Lebron's ritual abuse of game talc. It's awkwardly a bit too long (they should have shaved a few seconds off), and I didn't realize that was supposed to be Kobe until the second watch. Entertaining nonetheless.
The police should start a preemptive file for this toddler.
Thanks to Brandon B. for dropping this in my inbox. Amidst this generation of swagger-centric emcees, it's refreshing to come across rare, filthy lyricism like this.
In the public eye, baseball has officially been tarnished now that sweet-swingers Manny Ramirez and Alex Rodriguez allegedly performance-enhanced their way to years of gaudy statistics. And though I love the game of baseball (played it for 10 years), Manny and A-Rod, I ain't mad atcha.
Before we point the finger, consider how many of us habitually drink coffee or smoke cigarettes just so we can make it through the day or increase our productivity and earn our modest salary. Now imagine if the stakes were higher, much higher...to the tune of $25 million per year. These players have an obligation to perform at the highest level. Is it that unbelievable that they would take a drug to enable that level of play? I think not. Everybody "juices" on some level.
I'm especially feeling this right now as I've been mulling over getting a few more tattoos. Some considerations: my birth year on my wrist since I just lost my driver's license and the DMV is lagging in mailing me the paperwork to request a re-issue or "Megatron" on my bicep. Ink my whole body...I don't give a mutha-fuck.
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