Posted on 07/16/2005 12:57:20 PM PDT by Pukin Dog
Light up a fat one and roll wit me for a minute down the boulevard. Can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me? (Homage to Jay-Z)
There she is. Can you see her?
Tired, ragged, with a limp in her step as she moves in the shadows between the light posts. Turned out long ago, she don’t draw near what she used to. Back in the day, she was a number one earner for her man. Now, she has to try a lot harder, stay out longer into the night, and do things she used to say she would never do. Now she gotta be more, do more, hurt more and risk more, just to stay in the stable. Back when she was cute, they used to fight over her, offering her more and more to do her dirty deed. But now times are hard, and she forgot herself and took on one too many, and then another and another, sometimes without protection, just hoping not to get caught up.
Years past, she used to hang with the Playas. They took her to parties, fed her their food, gave her rides in their cars, and made her feel like she was one off them. The Playas had all the power, all the money and they didn’t have to fear the 5-0. She never thought that J-school diploma would take her so far. As long as she put out, she had a place. Or, she thought she did. Yeah, she had it going on. The Tricks had to buy whatever she was selling. Didn’t matter whether she faked it, the Tricks didn’t know any better. As long as she was bringing in that paper, she had free reign to ply her trade. Pimps put her up, made her their best girl, made her think she was worth something at least to them, and the Tricks showed up every night because she was the only one who made them feel good.
But now her sh#t is worn out, and there is fresher meat on the block, much of it pretending to be legit. Not as many tricks as there used to be, so she’s gotta walk the block, showing more skin, and dealing with Tricks that she used to avoid; the dirty ones, the foul ones, the ones who take her goods, but then don’t pay up. Once, she saw herself as a Courtesan to the winners, and over time, regressed into high priced call girl. As the competition grew, and she got older, looser and uglier; down she went.
But she had a plan. She would work in the dark, all through the night to get that paper for her pimp. He would love her and trust her again. He would take her to parties again, and make her feel wanted. But, it meant going to the worst part of town, and putting out for the lowest of the low. Sure enough, she got ‘tricked’. When she turned in her loot, it turned out to be counterfeit. Oh, was her pimp angry. “Bitch, did you hold it up to the light before you accepted that paper? What am I supposed to do with this? Don’t bring me no phony superscript, bee-yatch!”
Now, she’s just an old ho with a habit and a bad time slot.
“Baby! Hey baby! I’ll suck your d#$% for a Neilson point! No? Okay baby, a quarter- point! Mama needs a fix, baby. Come on daddy, I’ll love you long time.”
You know where this ends. Soon, not even the other ho’s want to be seen with her. She lost her cred. They don’t want to catch whatever she’s got. So they find another corner, another street with darker lights or none at all. And when the Pimps turn them out tonight, the fight is on to keep those tricks coming back for more.
But sadly for her, the Tricks have moved on to newer, nastier stuff. 30 minutes with an old whore won’t cut it anymore. For less money they can get what they need all day, every day. Any perversion they want can be found at the Underground. The flop house, the den of iniquity, the rock bottom. The only place where losers can go and find someone who’s a bigger loser than them. Together, these Tricks lick each other’s wounds and dream of a better day, when somebody will love them without making them pay for it. Where someone will pay attention to them and take care of them without making them put on a dog-collar.
The Trick is lower than the Ho. At least the Ho expects to earn her keep. The Trick wants more for less. The Trick thinks that solely because they have a need, it should be taken care of, even if it means not paying for it. Every moment of the Tricks life is in pursuit of satisfaction. Not later, but RIGHT NOW! The Trick wakes up in the morning with their first though being: “Who is going to make me feel better today?” The think they tried, but not really. They see those who tried harder than them all their lives as suckers. Why should they work so hard when the Pimp will see to their needs? “Damn, I’m lonely. I’m hungry. I’m poor and no one pays any attention to me. “Maybe, I’ll have a baby and then the Pimp will help me out when I need something. I just have to be loyal to him, buy what he is selling and he will take care of me and my baby. If I am REALLY good to him, he might turn me out and take me to a party!”
The more they help the Pimps, the more time they can cruise around and find the Ho’s instead of working. 40 hours for the man, the rest for themselves. For the trick, sometimes even 40 hours is a hard thing to manage, and when they are done, they are too tired to go out and get them some paid-for lovin. That’s when they are happy that the man has not taken away their pornography.
Too tired to cruise the boulevard? Well, there’s always PBS. But like with most things, it just gets tame over time and they need to move into the harder stuff; the stuff that guarantees a quick climax for little effort. Oprah is on every day. “Mmmm, that was good. That’s right momma, I’m your good little victim. Love me momma, cause that 40 hours a week is kickin’ my ass. Make them pay.” My boyfriend needs new rims, cause 20”s is played out, and I gotta watch you on my broke-ass 27” with the bad speaker, while ‘the man’ has got HDTV on plasma, 7.1 surround and TiVo. I hate that bitch.”
The pimp wants to take it from ‘the man’ and give it to the Trick. He just needs that vote, so don’t be trippin’ at the polls, like you are independent and all that, Trick. Who told you to think for yourself? Get back in line! Your Pimp has spoken.
But it’s hard to be a Pimp.
Somebody’s always gunnin for your job. Pimps spend their whole lives tryin to get that power. If it means becoming a pusher for the addicts; okay, whatever it takes. If it means keeping a steady supply of Ho’s at the ready, that’s fine with them. Gotta keep that power. Ski vacations aint cheap, you know? Neither is that nice crib in Hyannis that only the best Pimps can afford. They wish they didn’t have to share their power and loot with the Ho’s, but how else to keep the Tricks comin? “You try paying for the shag carpet in this Elderado, son! Hell, I’d be a playa by now if I had me a floating car when I needed one. Who knew that gal couldn’t hold her breath for an hour? It just aint fair. I had goals.”
The Pimp knows that his power lasts only as long as he can convince the Trick that his merchandise is all that they will ever need. Just keep buying it, keep supporting him, and he will keep you in a never-ending supply of…. self-esteem. He knows his Tricks don’t appreciate that man took away their God given right to easy Bankruptcy, so times are hard even for the Pimp. The Pimp doesn’t want to live in a world where he can’t order a common man off his property by fiat for a new Salamander preserve. Who is going to help the Salamanders? It’s such a cruel world.
So the Pimps and Ho’s must work together these days to insure that the man doesn’t take away their last road to power; the 5-0. If they can’t get the 5-0 to vote 5-4 in their favor, they might lose it all. Then they might have to get real jobs, and if those jobs don’t pay enough, they might not be able to ever afford that TiVo, the only thing between them and missing Oprah. It’s their worst nightmare. No Oprah, no victims. No victims, no loyalty. No loyalty, no Power. No power means having to fight it out among the common people and all their damn self-reliance and ambition. NEVER!! He’s a Kenne- uh,..um… American!
All the Pimps have left are the Addicts. You know the Addicts well. They are the ones who don’t care from who or where they get it, as long as they get it, ‘It’ being ATTENTION, of course. The Addicts are everywhere, even where you wouldn’t expect them. For most of their young lives, they were just normal folks, some even have notable pasts and deeds. At some point, it was not enough to just exist among others; they had to be out front, in the limelight. Some one pointed a camera at them, and the rush was beyond anything they had ever felt before. They had to have more. Eventually, they reached a point where their entire day and every thought were about how to get another shot of that drug. Lots of names for it; notoriety, fame, adulation, presidential ambitions, “got-my-ass-kicked-in-the-primaries-but-Lindsey Graham and Chuck Hagel-want-to-be-me”, you know what I’m talking about.
The Addicts are the Pimp’s best friend. When all seems lost, the Pimps can trade some Ho-lovin’ for a little help and support in a time of crisis. “Psst, hey addict. If you can help me take away another chunk of that pesky Constitution, I’ll hook you up with a couple of CNN prime-time slots, and all the Katie Couric you can handle, my boy. If you are fast about it, I might dig up a Chris Matthews orgy, but you have to really be sweet to me.”
And there you have it.
The Addict gets his, the Pimp gets his, the Ho gets hers’ the Trick gets nothing, but is too dumb to know it, but the real winner in this game is the Playa.
The ultimate goal of the Pimp is to become a real Playa. At that level, they no longer have to do anything at all but throw money at problems and give speeches to adoring crowds of terrified Tricks. Most Playa’s reached their position through a combination of hard work and corruption, but some actually are born into the position through the benefit of wealthy, but absent parents. You can tell them apart by how often they show themselves. The Playa’s who worked their way into their positions are smart enough to remain in the shadows, and throw money at problems. The less-intelligent players resemble Barbara Streisand.
The Playa who feels comfortable in the role spends their day working on their personal agenda, which usually have something to do with how they feel the world should worship them properly. The less-secure Playa’s get staring roles in politically correct versions of Pearl Harbor and The Sum of All Fears. The Playa’s role is to give the Pimp something to shoot for. Occasionally, you will see the best Pimps and even a few Addicts get movie roles where they can actually rub shoulders with the Playas. The Pimps even get to ride around on the Playa’s private airplanes, where they are told what legislation to support, or what country’s genocide to ignore, when there are more important goals, such as taking control of the Internet.
Ok, enough already.
In my opinion, the Ho, in the form of the MSM is the most dangerous of all, because they are responsible for the message sent out from the rest of their crowd. If they cannot be depended on to tell the truth at any cost to their agendas, and then they are nothing but a vice, a drag on society. They will become nothing but a source for the spread of evil in the world. The MSM is the glue that holds the rest of their crowd together. They have the power to shame, denigrate, ignore and hide the truth from the masses. They are society’s first and worst enemy unless they tell the whole and honest truth, no matter what cost to their puppet-masters.
Admittedly, this little screed is over-the-top, and a bit nasty. But nothing as nasty as the MSM puts us though, especially when you consider what good and honest men go through on a daily basis, working hard to support their families, their societies and their country, especially the brave men and women who put it all on the line for us every day, I grow tired of these Rats and the punks who support and defend them in the Media.
Just blowin off some steam after this past week.
-PD.
I'll go ahead and apologize now, IF ANYONE WAS OFFENDED BY MY COMMENTS, just like little-Dicky Durbin.
I'm done ranting for awhile, and thanks to the mods for putting up with my vanities.
Does Websters Online have an Ebonics Link?
I gotta try readin' this one later.
"Tired, ragged, with a limp in her step"
Sound like the US taxpayers.
The MSM as a worn-out whore... bwahahaha!
I, too, am sick of the media. They not only do not contribute to society, but they are, as you said, a drag on the culture.
good post
Hmmmm .....want to get signed. I can hook you up with a good deal, and an ok signing bonus (though I get to keep 85% of it, plus you meet all the costs involved). But i can have you signed by the end of the week.
Air America radio?
But where does Ted Kennedy fit in?
"Hell, I’d be a playa by now if I had me a floating car when I needed one."
"I'm ah Kennedy, bitch!"
Wow. I gots to go chill on da stoop, afta dat.
You must have been good in creative writing! :^)
Translation please...
B'lee dat!
Having lived in one ghetto and spent untold hours in another, I can honestly say that I have never heard a human being speak like that...
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