While the whole fashion world goes gaga over LL Cool J for hiking up his pants leg, be advised that his reason (You know what? I have huge left calf muscles, he said. They need room to breathe. I haven’t done that for years though. It’s just a style from New York) is utter nonesense. It is a style from New York because us messengers used to hike up our right sweat pant leg to keep the grease off our Addidases. Dumb LL is hiking up the wrong leg. And I am sure bike messengers were not the first. Anyone who rides a bike has probably experimented with it. Grease is not the word in Manhattan. . .
Being in the Navy, I am afforded the luxury of avoiding racial topics. I’ve had bosses of all color and think our operational focus saves us from both racism and finding racism in everything. We have bigger fish to fry. Simply, we are not like Brad Paisley who sings about the topic in Accidental Racist:
-When I put on that T-shirt, the only thing I meant to say, is I’m a Skynyrd fan.
-I’m proud of where I’m from, but not everything we’ve done. I’ve got a lot to learn. I just want to make things right.
-Brad Paisley’s new album Wheelhouse
-Just because my pants are saggin’ doesn’t mean I’m up to no good/You should try to get to know me, I really wish you would.
-When I see that white cowboy hat, I’m thinking it’s not all good/I guess we’re both guilty of judging the cover and not the book.
-If you don’t judge my do-rag, I won’t judge your red flag.” So, all good, right?
-LL Cool J on Brad Paisley’s new album Wheelhouse
Any discussion of punk music, and whether it is dead, is automatically proven true when you cite a forty-year-old skater named Ian Rogers in the first sentence. Forty years old and still grimacing for the camera with a skateboard? Add the fact that he has a company named Topspin Media; punk is, by its nature, anti-corporate. It does not get any better when the writer mentions LL Cool J’s I’m Bad. . .
This is both utterly mind-boggling and frightening. How did someone breach our Oak Ridge nuclear reservation in Tennessee? An 82 year old nun?
Now, Sister Megan Rice, 82, a Roman Catholic nun of the Society of the Holy Child Jesus, and two male accomplices have carried out what nuclear experts call the biggest security breach in the history of the nation’s atomic complex, making their way to the inner sanctum of the site where the United States keeps crucial nuclear bomb parts and fuel.
Sister, please. Knock off the politics. It is not something to practice while in habit. Or it should not be your habit to practice while in habit. (I had better stop.) This was insane- sort of like Jonathan Kirby, who broke into LL Cool J’s house. . .