Philadelphia Mayor Tells Toughs the Truth

Bravo, Mayor Nutter–let’s hope your words are heeded, because they are extremely uplifting and wise!

In an appearance on Sunday, August 7th 2011 at his mainly African-American home church, Mayor Nutter of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania addressed the problems of local black youth, most of which are self-inflicted, with the following truthful advice to his city’s violent flash-rioters–but hey, they are TOUGH enough to take it:

  • “Take those God darn hoodies down, especially in the summer. Pull your pants up and buy a belt, ’cause no one wants to see your underwear or the crack of your butt. Nobody.”
  • “If you walk into somebody’s office with your hair uncombed and a pick in the back, your shoes untied, and your pants half down, tattoos up and down your arms and on your neck, and you wonder why somebody won’t hire you? They don’t hire you ’cause you look like you’re crazy!”
  • “The Immaculate Conception of our Lord Jesus Christ took place a long time ago, and it didn’t happen here in Philadelphia. So every one of these kids has two parents who were around and participating at the time. They need to be around now.”
  • “Parents who neglect their children, who don’t know where they are, who don‘t know what they’re doing, who don‘t know who they’re hanging out with: you’re going to find yourself spending some quality time with your kids in jail.”
  • To fathers: “If you’re not providing the guidance, and you’re not sending any money, you’re just a sperm donor.”

Mayor Nutter is not about to give in and say, “Let my people go…” down the drain with the nihilistic rap-culture thugocracy. He is practicing TOUGH LOVE. And I wouldn’t be surprised if his helpful, truth-laden advice is squelched by the press. After all, it is sensational and great for sales to cover riots, is it not?

The fact that the rap-culture media is dominated by white moguls in the recording and newsprint fields should be a tip-off to those who mindlessly follow its dictum of bad style in both speech and dress. The irony is so thick you can cut it with a knife (or box-cutter, the street weapon-of-choice)–young people are squandering their hard-won civil rights and opportunities for the benefit of an evil industry that keeps them enslaved to failure.


It’s Not the Bagginess that Offends, Butt…

…I mean but the low-hanging thereof. My photo shows elegant baggy or wide-legged trousers. Baggy pants, as in Oxford Bags, have been chic for decades in classic clothing. But, most people, when referring to the problem of low-sagging pants (trousers) just use the term, “baggy pants”. That’s really unfair, since what is being excoriated is the plumber’s crack, a source of derision for all times. What people abhor is the hideous sagging lowdown pants/trousers style. It really amounts to indecent exposure–someone’s underwear and opening showing in front, and whatever you wish to call it bared in the back–that’s the issue. Here is an article which I was sent by Sweden’s The Local–News in English:

M-J de Mesterton©2007
Note: I originally posted this, together with my original poem on the subject, in 2007:

15 novembre, 2007

Saggin’ and Caggin’*

There’s a distinction between “baggy pants” and trousers that are sagging under the underwear. Since when has it been all right to walk round in one’s jockey shorts? That’s where the hip-hop/”gangsta” emulators are wearing their trousers–hanging under what ought to be their private parts.
Here is a rap “song” I wrote last December 13th:Wit my crotch at my knees

There’s no ball squeeze

Though my bad ass does freeze

And the ‘ho’s I want to please

Say I must have some fleas

I just cough and I wheeze

‘Cause my ass it does freeze

So, it’s cool, ya sees?

Wit my crotch at my knees

I’m the epitome of sleeze!

~~Copyright M-J de Mesterton December 13th, 2006
*Caggin’ is my husband’s French slang for sporting a “pantload”!

It’s Not the Bagginess of Hip-Hop Trousers that Offends, Butt…