My first rap performance ever was on Halloween when I was around six or seven years old and I did the “Trick-or-Treat, smell my feet” song at a few neighbor’s doorsteps.

Well maybe that wasn’t a real performance and I didn’t write it myself so I guess we can negate that…but I’ve been thinking about the act of going door-to-door requesting candy from strangers lately and I’m wondering why it has to be tied to Halloween and children.

I think if someone comes to your door in an interesting costume and has a bag, you should give them something no matter the age, date or time of year.

Unless I’m the one answering the door then the rules change.

I know I trick-or-treated (begged) a few times in my life, but I can’t remember what costume I wore. Come to think of it, I don’t remember any of my Halloween costumes as a kid.
But I do know that I never got a trick as opposed to a treat. I got a “no candy,” “sorry, all out,” and even some wack ass fruits, raisins or apple sauce, but I think the whole “trick” part of trick-or-treat is gone.

If I had kids, I don’t think I would let them go around the hood asking for stuff on Halloween because I just feel like someone would drop an E pill in a Skittles bag or place jolly ranchers in vodka and my child would make the news.  And even though these may be demented thoughts that you don’t have or you may think I’m paranoid, you’re allowed to have your opinions.

No children knocked at my door last year. And I had tricks prepared for them. Empty Nerds boxes, half-eaten Twix bars, Blow pops without the gum in the middle, and of course condoms.

I think it’s never too early for prevention, especially if the children are bad, then they could be preventing bad offspring.

But with all of my efforts to enlighten the youth and humor myself, nothing transpired. This year I do not have tricks or treats for any child. I do however have some bottled water, hand sanitizer and napkins. No one has ever turned down napkins, especially minorities. We love us some free napkins. That’s why fast food places started making the napkin dispensers with the single sheet instead of you being able to just snatch a pile in your hands. Folks would grab a whole bunch and then put them in their napkin holder at home on the dinner table. You would go to Thanksgiving dinner at somebody’s mama’s house and they would have crazy stacks of napkins with a big white “M” engraved in them…but anyway.

People love to tell you they don’t celebrate Halloween. Like Halloween is Christmas or something and a big religious belief has to go along with the celebration or lack thereof. Then they tell you why they don’t acknowledge it and try to get all deep and philosophical because they Googled the origin and now they want to tell you that it’s Satanic.

I used to be one of those people. Then I turned twelve years old and I lightened up a little bit. However I have not gotten up the nerve to rock a costume as an adult. I wouldn’t know what to wear, who to be, or how I would recreate myself while still being cool.

Cool was always my first priority, and on a larger scale Halloween became synonymous with mayhem in the hood. Egg-throwing, robberies, masked people stabbing and slicing in the streets of New York were all a part of this holy day or holiday…whichever makes you see the irony.

I couldn’t figure out how eggs and Halloween got tied together, but kids brought them to school and threw them at people and buses and if you got hit with an egg it felt like the world was ending.

Now when I think about it, an egg doesn’t seem that harmful…unless it’s frozen. I couldn’t see myself purchasing a dozen eggs or more with the intent of throwing them in today’s economy. I’m getting hungry right now just thinking of scrambled eggs. Throwing breakfast at people is dumb. But I used to do it. And it was enjoyable.

I don’t know what the kids do now in the hood to terrorize each other but I’m sure it’s worse than yolk. If I was a teen I would throw water balloons with urine, or wooden drink coasters, or maybe the tiny plastic containers with the lids that they give you for take-out at restaurants with barbecue sauce or honey mustard. That would be very annoying to have one of those condiments explode on you.

And come to think of it, that’s not a bad trick-or-treat gift. I wouldn’t be too upset if I got a ketchup packet in my bag. Somehow running out of ketchup always happens when you’ve used up the bottle in the fridge and those little packets.

I was considering buying candy for kids that might knock on my door but I just can’t see giving away food to strangers without some exchange of currency. So forget that whole thing I said earlier about trick-or-treating being all year round. I hope the concept dies within the next decade or so. There are too many pedophiles with this date marked on their calendar like it’s Memorial Day. Now I hath made myself uncomfortable with my own thoughts. Parents don’t mind me, let your kids grow up and take some risks. No one’s giving out tricks anyway. Until now…

The Savior
“I started writing this EP, the eighth installment in The Rent Tape Series with the feeling that I could be some sort of savior of the rap game. I listen to the radio and I hear the music that is popular and I get the feeling that there’s nothing that is thought-provoking, honest or soul-nurturing and although I can’t change the whole game, I wanted to spark a revolution.

I don’t know what that revolution would be but I imagined what Tupac would do today musically to co-exist with Rick Ross and Lil Wayne in the mainstream and started to compose an EP. Then all of a sudden I realized that I myself needed saving as I noticed my focus was on things and people I cannot control. So some songs regard myself as a savior, others admit my own need for salvage, and finally I learn acceptance and I receive what is. As confusing as that may sound, that is…The Savior.”

I wrote that in an attempt to explain my mission with The Savior. After reading it today it still feels accurate, but I have to be honest with you all. I woke up to Instagram photos of Rock The Bells, Made In America, I saw the flyer for the A3C festival with multiple names in bold print (minus mine), I am totally aware that the BET Hip-Hop Awards are around the corner and I can’t help but feel slightly uncertain about what I’m doing.

I wondered if I made the right choice to sell these EPs as opposed to reaching more people by making them free on datpiff.com or posting them on all the blogsites. Then I snapped out of it once I read what I wrote. I know that anyone can get any music for free on the Internet. I know that I didn’t do this series with a motive that would land me on some fancy show with people that I once shared stages with and did songs with. I chose to speak directly to my fans, supporters and people that know what it’s like to have a passion and have rent to pay. Some things just are the way they are.

Even though I wrote, “Affecting the agenda of these excellent pretenders,

I fell off and got reborn and since I exited placenta,

I injected more testosterone ‘cause estrogen was entering

the game and I just came through like the X-Men or Avengers…” on Save The Day Part 2 with Torae produced by IllMind, I know that I may only spark the thought that will bring balance to a genre that is altered forever.

Torae got busy on that song as we infused superheroes and villains in the verses to make a point that this game needed saving.

Some days I feel like it does need salvaging but when I see Slaughterhouse getting love and Nas moving units I think that the next generation is not going to be as lost as we may think.

“It’s kinda hard ‘cause I know that I been chosen

like I’m Shonuff with the glow

but when my foes and these opposers bring up effort matching doe,

I feel, I feel exposed like I been thrown out in the cold,

like it’s been snowing on my soul but I been shouldering the globe…”

The Chosen featuring Nino Bless and Cambatta was supposed to be one of those just non-stop rapper songs. I can’t remember what I felt when I started writing this one but I wanted it to feel like one fleeting thought that just kept changing and I wanted it to remind you of a ramble. Nino mentioned he heard the imperfections in my verse and I told him I did it all in one take straight through in the studio and I intended it to feel that way.

Do I really feel chosen? I think we all are. I don’t believe rap music is my final destination but on this path I am on right now, I am not forcing the words, I don’t sit and write for hours, I don’t treat this like work when it comes to creating. That part of it reminds me of something divine. It’s almost like I’m tapping into a memory of thoughts that already existed and whether the picture is painted clearly or received well is not the most important part of the art. That is my gift and curse I believe. I love what Nino and Cambatta did with it as well. Watch out for them.

The funny thing about photographs is they capture a moment. They make you reflect and give a distinct visual to a time and place that may have been in your head. I look at them and think of the past, I think of the future, and sometimes I even think of right now. But how hard is it to be happy and accept what is in front of you? How difficult is it to not look forward to your next vacation, your next new love, your next meal, or the weekend, or 5PM?

“If you’re breathing now, then why you harbor on tomorrow then,

I’m guilty of it too, so I’m trying to help me by helping you…”

The Day Before Tomorrow produced by Radio Maschine sums up the ideology that right now is the only moment that matters. I mentioned that if we all had one wish, we would probably wish for another two wishes. It makes sense, but it says something about the “plastic on the couch” theory. Most of us don’t believe our Creator will grant us the ability to get another couch if this one gets stained. Of course we should have a plan for the future but at no point should we ignore what is before us. Yet we do.

“Call me a rider that let go my pride

and is no longer hiding his vulnerable side,

I just get in a vibe where my spirit collides

with my hunger and drive and it’s more than just rhymes…”

Good God featuring Imyounik produced by Jaisu is one of those compositions where I was venting and flowing at the same time trying to match style with substance equally. Imyounik did the same thing on her verse and I believe this is an extension of The New Me. I talk myself out of negative thoughts and it’s at this spot in the EP that I begin to question if I am qualified to save anything.

Which brings me to the song that I leaked to the blogs entitled Hellbound produced by Agor. Some sites have described this one as dark and demented, and I had to listen again to understand what they meant. I wrote it so fast that I never paid attention to the topics I touched on. I didn’t realize there was violence, homophobia, hate, love, blah blah blah, and death threats. I just talked about speaking to my deceased father in rap form and receiving and answer back, I spoke on a fictional pregnant ex-girl that I wanted to injure, then I ended up reaching a place where I

“Left Earth and I entered Venus,

rebirthed I been intervening in the lives of broken wives,

beaten down like Tina, river deep, mountain high, look at my new demeanor I’m angelic, the single’s saying something, I can’t sell it,

2 Chainz popping I’m mad jealous, I’m Hellbound.”

Let’s hope I’m not really going to hell even though I asked God if he’s really around on Are You There produced by Pezey Krack.

This one is pretty self-explanatory and it contains some anecdotes that make me question whether or not there is someone out there watching over us. Don’t take this too seriously. I really just like commenting on the state of the world without sounding like I’m removed from it all.

Acceptance is the true answer to it all. It’s the final level of life in my opinion. It is the time when one looks at what happens and reacts to it with joy, pain, hurt, love, hate, and then understands that whatever it is, is just that. I-20’s song produced by DJ Pain1 called God’s Plan fit these thoughts perfect.

“Hands off the steering wheel, I don’t need to control what people really feel, Spent over half of my life thinking I need a deal, Now I’m dealing daily with stacking bread for a decent meal.”

At the end of all this soul-searching I wanted to leave folks with a message they can use whenever someone doubts them without saying it out loud. I get a lot of subliminal hate from people and I know we all receive that from humans in our lives that smile in our face but laugh behind our backs. My message to them is Pray For My Prey.

“So telling me you hope I succeed

or ‘good luck, you gon’ make it one day’

I know what you mean but I don’t need you to wish for my dreams,

when you on your knees, pray for my prey…”

You can use that if you want. Check out The Savior, no pressure. If you like it, tell someone. And don’t mind me drifting off and feeling like I am not in the place I should be at times, it happens and I am grateful to have music, and this platform as well to realize how beautiful life is. I thank you for sticking around.

July 31^st is the date I am writing this and it also the day that I plan to release the seventh installment of The Rent Tape Series entitled The New Me: Sherod Khaalis. I say “plan” because I ran into my first real issue with the series concerning a beat I used that has now become unavailable. So I do hope I can get that resolved urgently and get the music out. I think you will be able to pre-order it sooner than later on Shastimuli.com.

A couple of people asked me about the title of the EP, and by a couple I literally mean two humans. And I think one of them was my mother. Anyway last month I dropped The Old Me: How I Met Your Baby Mother

and that joint included some misogyny, a bit of vulgarity and it concluded with what one might label personal growth. I wanted to reflect on my old mentality where I focused totally on music and my personal relationships suffered.

This new EP is not so much about relationships, but it is more about refocusing my story. We all have a story in our heads. Some of us think the world is out to get us; that opportunity never knocks on our door, that there’s an imaginary force holding us back and we have it harder than anybody on the planet. And others of us are delusional and we believe that the rap gods are watching us and waiting for the perfect song so the “deal man” can come to our homes with a recording contract. Or we believe the next video we’re about to do, the next feature we pay for, the next mixtape we’re going to drop will change the whole game and that’s when it will all go down.

Well it is about to go down. But not the way you think. I’m doing away with the story in my head. I’m done with victimizing me, and letting my ego tell me that I’m better than everyone but I don’t get the same breaks. The foolish myth that Hova blackballed me is similar to the fable that your kids stopped you from going back to school. Or that you would have gotten promoted if your co-workers didn’t hate on you. Everyone hates on you. I know. And on New Year’s Eve you were in church telling yourself that you can’t change your partner that you live with when he/she doesn’t make sense, you were going to just change the way you reacted to things.

You were supposed to take better care of your finances, go to the gym, pray more, and love you for you at the same damn time. Instead you forgot about the resolution and it’s August…the summer is passing along with the bathing suit-body you wanted, you’re still trying to figure out if you should do network marketing, go back to school, or get a career. Don’t think I’m excluding myself from this conversation. I did an EP inspired by the words I’m throwing at you. I touched on transitions, being better everyday, focusing on the present, my views on love vs. money and I stole an R. Kelly track so I could simply vent.

And if it sounds too deep, I let my favorite comedian Louis C.K. add the humor to the release. If you’re wondering how my given name that I received at birth can be a “new me,” well sometimes refreshing yourself is shedding layers and removing pieces of you that were unnecessary. Sha Stimuli is and will always be a huge part of my persona. But I am no longer afraid to be who I am and putting that guy into my music. It is truly a blessing to still be able to do music and it is amazing that I can do it with no filter and no one looking over my shoulder to make sure I pump out hits and singles. That freedom allows me the opportunity to bring you a more level-headed me, a driven me, a me that comprehends love, fear, and living a little more….the new me. Do you know who you really are beneath the workplace persona, the parental figure, the spousal occupation, the rap guy, the Instagrammer? You may enjoy something on this EP.

P.S I’m nominated for an Underground Music Award for indie album of the year for The Emcee.

Don’t just sit there looking at the screen all funny because you don’t know what the Underground Music Awards are, you can vote here.

Thank you!

For those of you that don’t know or care, I am a fan of Frank Ocean. Frank Ocean is an R&B singer down with Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All and he is currently signed to Def Jam with an album dropping on July 17th entitled Channel Orange. He recently revealed the fact that he is indeed bisexual or gay or whatever. Some of you are wondering what this means, how will this affect his sales, the urban music world, and the youth of today. Well I don’t have the answer. But I do have some reasons why you should keep listening to the dude. And I threw in some reasons why you shouldn’t. Read on.

1. Publicity Stunt?
How many times have we heard about artists and celebrities coming up with schemes and plans to get notoriety right before album releases? Fifty beefed with Kanye, Jay-Z stabbed Un, R. Kelly urinated on…well maybe that one wasn’t planned but you know what I mean.

These things happen. Marketing people and strategic industry minds come up with ways to get folks talking so they can make a purchase. And this is well scripted to spark intrigue by saying that song lyrics during an album preview alluded to the fact that Frank used male pronouns.

Then he comes out literally saying that he spent the summer with a dude when he was 19. Who was the dude? Was it his grandpa he sang about? His Uncle Jethro? Could be a scam ladies and gentlemen. So keep on listening to Frank.

2. He’s Not Related To Billy Ocean
If you hate Billy Ocean and his Caribbean queen song or his beard or his overall essence, then you should still be a fan of Francis.

3. Tyler Praised Him
Tyler the Creator, the lead member of Odd Future is a known hatemonger. He doesn’t like men that like men and has been attacked by organizations for it. Even Tyler himself has given his partner his blessing. That’s like a Klan leader seeing his second lieutenant marry a Negro and showing up at the wedding and making a toast.

Well not really but if Tyler can sweep his anti-gay emotions under a rug then you can too.

4. Courageous Come Out
Coming out is not something many singers, actors, or rappers do. We all had to pretend that Freddie Jackson and Luther Van Dross were singing to women. I mean how crazy would it be if any time you hear “If this world were mine” or  “Turn this house into a home” you had to envision Luther crooning to Brian or Ronald or someone. They didn’t have the balls…pause.

We wondered about some of the most androgynous guys ever when we listened to MJ and Prince. Hell the latter went as far to change his name into a male/female combination symbol and we just ignored it like the symbol wasn’t a sign. Prince wore jeans with the ass out, fancy, puffy blouses, eye shadow, and hit notes as high as Mariah but we let all that go. But Mr. Ocean jumped out of the closet and he should be rewarded. Right?

5. Industry Cosigns
Celebrities are coming out of the woodworks. What the hell are woodworks? Either way, they are coming out of them to embrace Frank’s announcement. Everyone that ever heard of the kid was making a decision about how they feel. But the famous folks were supportive. Beyonce, Russell Simmons, Stephen Hill, 50 Cent all had kind words about Ocean’s decision to reveal his sexuality.

And other celebs that may want to let out their own secrets one day gave a cyber hi-five as well. People like DJ Lance from Yo Gabba Gabba, the yellow Telletubby, Raz B, Eddie Murphy, the guy that was in the car with that Hot 97 DJ, Ja Rule’s stylist, Chris Stokes, good people. But if they saluted him, can’t you?

6. Good Music
I was feeling Nostalgia. And I’m sure Channel Orange is dope. And that’s all that matters. So what he snuck a couple of references to a guy he was feeling? Who cares if you may have to change a word when you’re blasting it in your whip? I don’t. And you shouldn’t either.

7. Between Love And Love
Christopher Francis Ocean already said that he believes marriage isn’t between a man and a woman but it’s between love and love on “We All Try.”

I heard those lyrics and was flabbergasted. I was so thrown off that I had to listen again. And at that point I figured either Frank was trying to get the GaGa audience or he believes that. Maybe his theory isn’t off. Don’t some animals mess with the same gender? No? Not fish? Do fish even have genders? No? They don’t have boy and girl parts? Where do fishsticks come from then? If no one’s gonna answer I’ll just move on.

8. Frank Ocean vs. Chris Brown
Son beefed with Chris Brown. It seems like a long, long time ago and it was just last year that Chris Brown gave Frankie some sideways compliment on Twitter and the response was a comparison to Ike Turner.

Then it ended up with Chris Brown’s goons chasing Frank in his car or threatening him or something like that. I’m not saying he’s a tough guy but at that time C Breezy was fresh off bruising Rihanna’s snot box. Not that that’s scary to most dudes but a young man who you would think would have a crush on Chris was going at him and was probably ready to scrap.

I’m not saying I wouldn’t fight Chris Brown but dude looks a little off.
If someone paid me $22,382 to fight Chris Brown…I would do it, but only because that’s how much I owe in student loans. A penny less and I wouldn’t take the chance of that fist-slinging songbird connecting a shot or two. Not that I wouldn’t press charges and get that bread. Anyway I’m just saying, any man that talks smack to another more famous R&B artist is bold and deserves a listen from you.

But there’s two sides to every story and if you’re out there saying, “Sha
sure is defending Frank Ocean pretty hard,” I must warn you that there is more to add before you log off. I wanted to give you some reasons why you shouldn’t listen to Frank anymore after “the announcement.” Since I haven’t decided if I’m buying his album yet, maybe I can help some of you too with your indecision.

1. Hard Being A Fan.
Being his fan will have its issues. It may cause barbershop arguments; girls may look at you a certain way without telling you. The CD in your home may warrant a strange reaction from your colleagues. It’s just like when Queen pops up on your Pandora or iTunes playlist, but worse. Freddie Mercury sang better, and he’s not with us anymore. Frank Ocean is young, gifted, and Black but when you say you dig him, ignorant people will snicker and look at each other and assume your announcing you’re really gay. I’m sorry.

2. He’s Not Related To Billy Ocean
Billy Ocean is one of the greatest crooners of our time. Billy Ocean is up there with Jeffrey Osbourne and Al Jarreau as the greatest middle of the road artists that we ask, “is he still alive?” from time to time. How can a singer step into our lives with the same last name as him and not be a relative? That’s like being named Frank Lymon, or Frank Wonder or even Frank Lucas. That’s just wrong.

3. He Doesn’t Need You
Whatever the plan was, it worked. When you’re a vocalist without major airplay and a part of a collective known as Wolf Gang and then you get mentioned in the news in the same breath as Anderson Cooper, you’re doing something right.

Which means he doesn’t need your money. Channel Orange has enough positive and negative publicity that only a fool would believe his/her dollar is going to make a difference.

Man there might be picket signs showing love outside of record stores that don’t even exist anymore. His followers went up, his haters expanded and if your momma asks you with a high-pitched voice, “Who is this Frank Ocean boy? Is that Billy’s son?” that’s when you know it’s real.

4. It Still Might Be A Publicity Stunt

That would make him a liar. You can’t just go around playing with people’s hate. When I hate, I do it with a passion that I want to last. I don’t need someone telling me they’re a certain race and then snatching off the mask and revealing another one.

That’s even worse. So if Frank isn’t gay and he didn’t do a dude five years ago, then the hip-hop community should be even more furious than they were already. Publicity stunts just aren’t cool. The buying public really cares about artists’ lives and well-being and sexuality. We want to make sure we have the truth when we make decisions. Ok so maybe we don’t care.

And maybe Rick Ross being an officer of the law was forgotten after some hit records, but even he confessed I think. All I’m saying is, once you say you’re gay, you better not be fake gay. Not that we want to see footage but I’m just saying he better be a practicer. I can call myself a killer that never actually killed and that wouldn’t be cool.

5. No Showtime
Frank Ocean’s shows may turn into gay rallies and means of expression. They could be rainbow coalitions, and drag queen parades. It may be tough to tell your boys, “I’mma go see Frank Ocean” with dignity.

Oh you’re confident in your manhood? Cool. Do your thing partner. And when you see that group of chicks singing along next to you wondering if your gazing in young Frankie’s eyes or vibing to the tunes…check their necks and hands before you holla. That’s if you want to holla at women at all. And what if he pulls a guy on stage to serenade? My goodness, I just imagined that. That is wild but it could happen. Ok I’m going overboard but this is what people are going to think. I’m just giving you the extreme.

6. Song Lyrics
And speaking of shows, how can you sing song lyrics in public when there are male pronouns like “him” and “he” within records? This is why I deleted my Clay Aiken playlist.

It’s bad enough I change those when I sing Faith Evans or Mary J but for me to switch it up for a male singer is foolish and a waste of time. Dude better pretend he’s talking to a lady like Maxwell does. Did I say that? I’m joking.

7. Male Groupies
So if you’re a lady that wants to be a groupie or whatever they call them nowadays, what are your chances of getting done? Who knows? But you have all kinds of competition and it includes boys.

And what happens when Frank goes to an award show and random guy is next to him…or even worse, someone like Jamie Foxx escorts him as a “homie” or “mentor?”
You don’t want that vision in your head. More artists are gonna come out, and more kids are gonna use the term “bisexual” like it’s a fad. And by accepting this guy and his songs, you are a part of it all.

8. The Drive
Just envision a summer night in your city and you’re a young man driving listening to a random playlist on your phone or pod or whatever cool whip device the youngsters use to play music. You’re blasting joints and some new song on Channel Orange comes on.

And it’s slow and harmonious and a car full of thugs pull up next to you and you guys both have your windows down enjoying the breeze and they see you belting out some possibly fruity lyrics and now they aren’t thinking that your gay, but you think they’re thinking it so you turn the air on and roll the windows up or you turn down the volume. You shouldn’t have to endure this scrutiny. Even if it isn’t real, it isn’t worth it. The same could happen with a group of women so you’re better off not listening to Frank at all.

I hope this was helpful in your decision-making process when it comes to Frank Ocean and his future.  Just remember that being who you are is the most important thing when it comes to artistry and I may be making jokes but we all congratulate anyone with the courage to come out like LL Cool J did.

He didn’t come out? My bad. Sorry about that. Be yourself people and buy Frank Ocean on July 17^th…if you want to. Jesus will love you either way…maybe.

I figured it out ladies and gentlemen. It took me all weekend and I may be slow, and some of you may have already guessed the real reason Pacquiao lost so I admit I was late on this one. Let me say I’m not the biggest boxing fan. I don’t know why they score the rounds 10 to 9, when they could be scored 2 to 1 or just put “Win to Loss.” See, I’m an idiot. I was a fan back when Tyson was fighting and there were real heavyweights around.

Seeing what happened to Muhammad Ali made me less of a fan. And after people got knocked out in the early rounds against Tyson and we called it wack, then fights would go the distance and we got pissed, I think I needed soul-searching. There’s something about seeing two guys try to beat each other up, and then being disappointed that neither of them was hit with a devastating blow that would render them nearly unconscious that makes you look in the mirror and question your own views of entertainment.

We all love to watch a good fight. I tune in to Basketball Wives just in case some of those refined, mature ladies start swinging and throwing bottles. I used to peep Jerry Springer here and there as a kid, and the original Karate Kid was one of my favorites (Sweep the leg).

But this brings me back to what I witnessed Saturday night. I paid a few dollars to get into a bar and watch the Celtics lose to the most hated Heat and then see Manny Pacquiao pick apart Gary Payton’s illegitimate cousin, Timothy Bradley. I thought this Bradley guy being cut up would make some kind of difference but it really didn’t. Boxing is a sport of skill and power and dude just didn’t seem to be on Manny’s level.

The facts:

Pacquiao landed 253 punches on Bradley, with 190 of them being power punches.

Bradley landed 159 punches in total.

Pacquiao’s promoter, Bob Arum, was utterly shocked when the robbery was announced.  

“Can you believe that? Unbelievable.  I went over to Bradley before the decision and he said, ‘I tried hard but I couldn’t beat the guy.’  I’ve never been as ashamed of the sport of boxing as I am tonight.”  

Pacquiao responded with a short, simple, and confident answer when asked if he believed he had won the fight, “Absolutely, yes.”

Bradley on the other hand, said a few suspect comments during his post fight interview.  ”I thought I won the fight.  I didn’t think he was as good as everyone says he was. I didn’t feel his power,” but then shortly afterward made this contradictory statement, “He hurt me a couple of times with his left.  He’s a beast.”

I didn’t watch the post fight interviews, I don’t know if Larry Merchant embarrassed anyone, I’m not sure if Floyd Mayweather made a statement, but I am sure of one thing…gay people rule the world.

This is not homosexual hate or anything. I am just acknowledging the same way Manny should that there are powers that be. And right when you think you are in control, they will come in and snatch your life away. I may sound like a conspiracy theorist, especially if I speak on our beloved president somewhat changing his stance on gay marriage and then getting support from folks I won’t mention. I don’t want it to seem like he was pressured by anyone and I don’t want that word “pressure” to sound like an intended pun.

Look, what people do behind closed doors is their business, but we all know the world that is being shown to us is changing. Secrets that used to be secrets are being revealed. The boxing world may seem like some macho sport, but pugilism can be controlled just like a bank account. And Mr. Pacquiao said that homosexuals should be sentenced to death. Then he quoted the bible. I thought more backlash would come out of that because people flipped when Kobe called someone a faggot…and there are commercials now telling kids not to use “gay” in a derogatory manner…and there’s a whole Youtube movement telling the youth that, “it gets better.”
What does that mean? It gets better as you get older? Or gayer?
I don’t know man. But like I said, no hate here. I may not understand the lifestyle but I’ll be damned if someone takes my belt away for making some comments slandering a group of people. I need my belt; I need all of my belts. My pants would fall without them. And you do not want to go to war with man-lovers with your pants falling down.

Some of you already put this together; others are doubtful and believe I’ve lost it or went too extreme. All of you are right. I’m no authority on boxing or humans and the truth will never come out…of the closet.

Unless one of the judges happens to be gay and tells everyone why it went down the way it did. Until then, be careful with your hatred. And quoting the bible is cool at house parties and on Facebook but be aware that it is a really, really, really old book. I mean it’s ancient, I change stories I told three weeks ago, so just imagine how watered down or altered the tales about Jonah and the Whale and the Tower of Babel are. I didn’t mean tales, but you know what I’m saying. It could have been a medium sized fish and a small condo that got exaggerated…I think I’m off topic. By now you get the point though. Everyone has to answer to someone. Every boss has a boss.
And that boss could be gay.