WSHH ethers CNN, ABC, MSNBC et.al.

OK, so the backstory is this...
Jordan Towers decides to hold a rap smoke-a-thon www.smokeathon.com, and all the weed heads come out of the woodwork to stake their claim.

Of course B-Real steps up hard, and issues the challenge.


Shifta checks in from Jamaica, and reps for the real heads.


And then Mistah F.A.B steps in for the West, smoking mad weed and calling his boys at the grow house.
Now, this was posted in the afternoon of February 6th, note Mistah F.A.B smoking up hard, as well as his crew getting super blazed.

Cut to 12 hours later, and Mistah F.A.B has clearly smoked up for a few more hours with the crew, probably sipped a little liquor too, and has subsequently been in a car accident.
And WSHH is straight back on the scene, with the first video.

So, we have WSHH essentially helping to cause a car accident, and then they're back into it with the survival video.

I love this shit.

Burn hotter than the heat that's made by Sun...

It's hotter than Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde right now....


Just ask my man....


Keep cool kiddies....


'cos no one likes spontaneously combusting, especially in a polyester shirt.
~Peace

Psyence Fiction

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I don't sleep, 'cos sleep is the cousin of Death

If y'all don't know Cory Gunz, then lift your game, fix your face, and prepare for the future.
Sure, you can say there are more articulate rappers out there, yes there are more intelligent rappers out there, yes there are more political rappers out there.....
BUT NOONE HAS FLOW LIKE CORY.
NOONE.
NO. ONE.
Not even Weezy. And to prove it, here's 3 videos.


A Milli Re-Versed


Invasion Radio


Heartless Re-Versed

If you don't believe Cory is the future after this, I don't really care, because when the rest of the world is catching up to me i'll be light years ahead, probably listening to some Czechoslovakian vintage funk.
Or i'll just have this on loop.

Peace

Moment of Silence.....

Yeah, so I thought i'd put out an R.I.P for my man The Hon. Peter Howson CMG.
Unless you're an ardent follower of Australian Politics (as i'm sure you all are, I assume all the visitors to this page are part of the intellectual alumni) you probably don't know who Peter is, but you should.
He was a great politician, he served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve as a pilot from 1940 to 1946, got shot down, and rocked a serious Joker style scar on his face from a run in with some shrapnel in WWII.
He was the Liberal Party member for Fawkner from 1955 election until its abolition in 1969. He was then appointed Minister for Air in June 1964.
None of that is the really important stuff, I just thought i'd add a little background.
In 1967, Harold Holt's government was attacked over allegations that it had misused the VIP aircraft fleet for ministers' private purposes (Hell yeah, you bet they were joyriding in the Ministerial jet, taking it down to Tijuana for a long weekend, Ghostriding the plane down the tarmac...). When asked to table records on the fleet's movements, Holt and Howson refused and implied that they did not exist (What records...?), but Senator John Gorton (snitchin' MF) later found that the records did exist and tabled them in the Senate (isn't that exactly the plot of an Arrested Development episode? If only Peter and Harold could have had T-Bone burn down the storage locker that contained the records, they would have been fine).
So after that blew over, Peter was appointed Minister for the Environment, Aborigines and the Arts in March 1971 and was thus Australia's first minister for the environment (Much better than the sub-par Peter Garrett).
He was also Australia's first minister for Aboriginal Affairs, and has remained passionately involved with Aboriginal rights and reconciliation for the past 30 years, with many published articles and discussions to his credit. Bennelong Society president Gary Johns is quoted as saying Mr Howson was tireless in trying to help Aboriginal people.
"I think his greatest achievement was to persist in the knowledge that Aboriginal people were to become part of Australian society, [He] persisted in the view when it was not fashionable."

So yeah, R.I.P. Peter was a great guy who did more with his life than most of us could do with two, served under 4 PM's, kicked it with who knows how many presidents and dignitaries, and he rocked a sweet 'do in the 50's.


And if none of that impresses you, he had a voice like Gandalf the Grey. Seriously. If he was standing on the Bridge of Khazad-dûm and said "You cannot pass!", ain't no Balrogs getting round that.

Further required reading:
Academia's sorry obsession
A Rabbit Proof Fence full of holes
Live not by land alone

Too good not to pass on...

So yeah, I promise i'll be back in the next few days to boost my posts, it's been a long few days, but i'll be back with a vengeance like Rambo, First Blood part II.
But here's some gold to tide y'all over.

Peace

Gumby... the guy rocks.

Gumby is the bomb. A mean green man with crazy, absurdist philosophies to share with the kids.

Look at him here, rocking out on a wicked telecaster, sharing a confident's gaze with his ever present pony pal pokey. They can walk into any book. Any fucking book. They can saunter into the juicy bits of Lady Chatterly. They can hang out with Fanny in the Magic Far-Away Tree. They can give Harry Potter a sweet wedgie. I'm not the only nerd to have thought of this.

Best thing about Gumby is that his claymation vignettes, of which there are over 230, desseminate some way-out concepts for their target market of toddlers.

Within Gumby's psycadelic entourage are Pokey, an orange rocking horse; Prickle, a spiny yellow dinosaur or dragon; Gumby's family, being Gumba, Gumbo and Minga (his sister); Goo, an amorphous blue blob sometimes resembling a mermaid who fires globule granades at the ever present enemy: the rigid, unbending blockheads.

Honest, go back and look at some of the Gumbies made in the 60s. Its so arty that the guy who invented is actually called Art. Art Clokey. The characters Prickle and Goo are representations of the philosophies of Allan Watts, in their names, physical appearance and temperament.

One episode from the early 60s ends with Prickle suddenly exploding, covering Gumby and Co with his viscous remains. Gumby's advice to his beleagured fellows? "Oh well everybody. That's just the way life is."

There were no warnings for Prickle. Like being swept off the road by a drunk-driver, or falling to your death due to shoddy scaffolding, sometimes you just explode.

Still don't believe me? Check out this episode.