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I Just Heard the N-Word 30,000 Times (VERY NSFW TEXT)
pjmedia.com ^ | 6-4-2012 | Zombie

Posted on 06/13/2012 1:35:52 PM PDT by servo1969

At a recent family reunion I fell into a conversation with a distant relative, a 14-year-old girl who is the stepdaughter of one of my cousins. She was sitting at a picnic table by herself, bored, and listening to an iPod. Since everyone was ignoring her, to be polite I sat down and asked what she was listening to. She took off her headphones and let me hear for myself.

I put the headphones on, and what little faith I had in humanity vanished.

The first word to assault my ears was “nigg_r,” and within the next 60 seconds “nigg_r” was repeated at least ten more times, along with a variety of other degrading and offensive terms.

It wasn’t some racist anthem; instead, it was a rap song by a black group, so use of the N-word was thereby “acceptable” I suppose, at least according to modern social standards.

(And I apologize for having to actually spell out the word “nigg_r” repeatedly in this post, but there’s no way to write an essay on this disturbing topic without confronting it head-on.)

I shouldn’t have been shocked; though I generally don’t listen to rap, I’ve heard snippets here and there and read a few things about it over the years, and know that “nigg_r” — or more commonly “nigga” — is not off-limits when it comes to lyrical content.

But I had naively assumed it was a rarity, perhaps to “push the envelope” or to show how bad_ss the rapper in question was. Yet the song I was listening to seemed to be composed almost entirely of “nigg_r”s with just a few other words thrown in. I looked at the screen and saw that the song was called “B-Town’s Greatest” by a group named “The Pack.” Before I discuss the significance of all this, it’s essential that you listen for yourselves, which you can do thanks to the magic of YouTube:

NSFW- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAprmCwaa5Q

For those too afraid to listen, here are the lyrics [inaudible parts in brackets]:

The Pack — B-Town’s Greatest

Nigg_r this for my boss nigg_rs,
B-Town where they do, nigg_r.
SSB to the WSB, nigg_r.
Seventh Street, nigg_r.
F_ck all the ho’s
My nigg_rs blow trees,
You already know, nigg_r.
B-Town boss up, b_tch.
B_tch!
What do you mean?
You f_ckin’ b_tch.

Being in the gang blowing purple like a nigg_r,
On the scene b_tch,
driving by, talking like I really wanna.
I don’t really give a f_ck,
stretching out for [no stain kitty] ho’s.
[And lyin'] dressing nice, b_tch,
you know you comin’ with me
Nigg_rs [off a Sunday] grab a [rip]
Check your _ss for you.
Make it so she do it right,
holding down the back four.
[Like it] in the town,
’cause nigg_rs always crackin’ daily.
Nigg_r get your head bust,
nigg_rs be packin’ daily.
Always on the [grind],
have a track meet for all the women,
’cause I stay hot,
eating food like it’s Thanksgiving.
Bust a couple [knots],
with my nigg_rs purple [...].
Smoking grapes every day,
purple boys is all I’m living.
If you wanna [ask a boy],
d_ck is all I’m gonna give ‘em.
Get a new b_tch every day,
just like a [stand] Christmas,
get a new broad every day,
just like I’m [saying wishes].
Nigg_r in the B-Town,
they say “Boy you’re pimping vicious.”

…and so on.

Thinking, hoping, that this song was just an anomaly, I scrolled down the playlist and clicked on another song at random, this one called “Spazz Out” by a rapper named Yo Gotti. Thanks again to the magic of YouTube, here’s an online version, followed by the lyrics:

NSFW- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIPC212eOnA

Yo Gotti – Spazz Out

Hey, shout out to my Chicago nigg_rs,
shout out to my Detroit nigg_rs,
shout out to by Pittsburgh nigg_rs,
Baltimore nigg_rs,
DC nigg_rs.
Shout out to my VA nigg_rs,
my New York nigg_rs,
one time to my LA nigg_rs,
man you know, my down south Alambama Mississippi
Tennessee, G_d d_mn it,
my Carolina nigg_rs,
my ATL nigg_rs,
oh G_d d_mn it 1 2 3 4 5 6.
You know what I mean, I f_ck with a lot of real nigg_rs all over the world, my nigg_r, you know what I’m saying?
Been a lot of places, done a lot of sh_t these p_ss-_ss nigg_rs can’t do.
So salute all my real nigg_rs,
salute all my bad b_tches.
This is what I do it for, nigg_r.
Anything less than that, I don’t give a f_ck.
Yeah, I said it, b_tch.

I just talked to Boosey mama, she f_cked up.
Hello?
She know I’m playing for ya, dog —
keep your head up.
Now just called to the scene,
young nigg_rs deal with it.
So this summer, it’s gon’ be a killing.
Plus I got the feeling
some p_ssy _ss rapper gon’ try to play me,
and record label might not try to pay me.
Well f_ck it, I’ma spazz out,
spazz out.
I think I’ma spazz out,
spazz out.
I’m going crazy.

I just talk to my lil homie, he say he asked that.
He got a chopper and I know he ’bout to spazz that.
[Rat-a-tat-a-tat]
He [put that white up for a minute] but they [graz] that.
I’m going [green] on ‘em
My block a cash cow.
I put that [white up drop that black] and broke they man-sac.
Murder!
These nigg_rs still talking ig’nint
Im’a crash that.
Murder!
I’m ’bout to crash out,
I’m ’bout to crash out.
A brand new Beemer, brand new phone
A nigg_r [ask that].
And if I have to shoot a nigg_r,
don’t take no bail out.

…etc.

I kept scrolling and clicking on different songs — Stat Quo’s “Can’t Take The Ghetto Out Of Me,” then “Cemetery Pockets” by OJ Da Juiceman, then Lil B’s “Green Card” — but it was relentless. Every single song was a hailstorm of “nigg_rs.” Before I handed the iPod back to her I sampled one more, “What’s Happenin’” by Webbie, and it briefly seemed like I had found at least one nigg_r-free song, but sadly after a slow start the song kicked into overdrive and eventually clocked in (as I later counted) with no fewer than 51 instances of “nigg_r” in the lyrics.

Now, throughout my entire life, not only have I never once enunciated the word “nigg_r,” for any reason, but I also can’t recall even having heard anyone else ever say it, aside from teenagers on the streets of Oakland using it as a sort of all-purpose greeting. I’ve certainly never heard it used as an insult or an epithet. Maybe I’ve been lucky, growing up in California neighborhoods where there was never any racial conflict or hostility. In my experience, the near-universal social ban on the grotesquely offensive word “nigg_r” had been entirely effective, since I had never encountered it used in anger or spoken by a non-black person.

And yet here I was at a picnic table having my brain repeatedly punched by one of the ugliest words in the English language.

After I returned the iPod to my young relative, I tried, as delicately as possible, to start a discussion with her about her taste in music. Why, I asked, do you choose to listen to this type of song? Confused, she asked what I meant. I tried to rephrase the question: What was appealing about this music, as opposed to other kinds of music? But she didn’t understand what I was talking about. “Other” kinds of music? As far as she knew, the music on her iPod was simply music; the music that existed. It was the music that “everyone at school” listened to, all her friends, her clique, everyone. She was, it turned out, completely unaware that there was any other kind of music. Well, not completely unaware, but aware enough to know that other kinds of music were designed for other audiences, and had nothing to do with her.

It’s hard to remember what it was like being 14, but one’s grasp of the whole wide world is still very limited. The stuff in one’s immediate vicinity takes on overarching significance; the big picture is not yet in focus. She explained, in her 14-year-old way, that she didn’t “choose” the songs on her iPod; they simply were all the songs that she was cognizant of, and/or that were trendy in her social circle. They were the soundtrack to her life.

Later that day, I asked her mother how the girl was doing, and the mother was quite proud and pleased: The girl was doing well in school, was not hanging out with the wrong crowd, and seemed to have no behavioral or social problems. Nor was she in a gang, nor was she a racist – in fact, you couldn’t ask for a better daughter.

As the reunion broke up, the girl came over to me and offered to let me borrow her iPod for a while if I wanted, since she has the same mp3s loaded on her iPhone too, and she could use that in the interim. I accepted.

And so I embarked on a bizarre masochistic quest: To listen to every single song on her iPod, just to prove to myself that my first impressions were accurate.

That was three weeks ago. I’ve been wearing these d_mn headphones almost constantly ever since, just starting at the beginning and letting the tracks play one after the other in a continuous stream. Turns out that she had 1,500 mp3s on her iPod, somewhere around 80 hours of music.

And it became 80 hours of pain, far worse than I had feared: Practically every song featured the word “nigg_r,” from as little as once or twice in the lyrics, to as many as 60 repetitions. I calculated a rough average of about 20 “nigg_rs” per song, which meant that over the last three weeks I’ve heard the N-word 30,000 times.

And having heard all this, I can report back: The experience is soul-deadening.

But I’m an adult; I can take it. Yet I became very concerned for the sanity of not just of my 14-year-old step-cousin-once-removed, but of all children and teenagers raised on a diet of N-word lyrics. What would it do to your brain if you were informed that a certain thing was absolutely forbidden to say or think, and then that very thing was made ubiquitous in your environment? It seems to me like a form of psychic torture, a way to create a worldview based on cognitive dissonance.

Context

Apologists say that the crisis is not nearly as bad as I’m making it out to be: the N-word is only forbidden in certain contexts. Sure, non-black people are never allowed to say it under any circumstances; and even most black people in most circumstances are not really allowed to say it; but if a gun-toting gang member accosts a fellow gun-toting gang member with the N-word, well then it’s perfectly OK. And since many rappers either are or pose as gang members, then they have a societal permission slip to use the word whenever they want. We all understand this, and it doesn’t bother us, the apologists say.

The situation becomes even more complicated when one realizes, as I did after weeks of hearing this stuff, that the word “nigg_r” is not just one word but serves many different syntactical roles, and has different meanings which can be either positive or negative.

For example, as in the lyrics above, “my nigg_rs” is a term of affection. But “these nigg_rs” or “some nigg_rs” is usually an insult. “A nigg_r” often means simply “me” — as in the common rap lyric “Talk to a nigg_r,” which means “Talk to me.” Essentially, in the rap universe, “nigg_r” has been stripped of any irrevocable negative connotation, and instead just means “a black male,” and can be rendered positive, negative, or neutral, depending on the context.

One could argue that this is an attempt by African-Americans to “reclaim” the one-time insult and defuse its power by adopting it, celebrating it, and redefining it, just as homosexuals did with “gay” and “queer.” But this doesn’t always work; in a well-known recent example, gay sex columnist (and later anti-bullying bully) Dan Savage used to insist that his column’s readers always address written questions to him with the greeting “Hey f_ggot!”, but he dropped the practice after the conscious attempt to “reclaim” f_ggot fizzled, and his fans said it was no longer funny or effective.

Yet to be honest I don’t think the omnipresent usage of the N-word in modern “gangsta rap” is a conscious attempt at anything; it’s just people using their daily language in their music. And that daily language is daily seeping into the consciousness of “average” America through a generation of kids who listen to rap as a part of their daily routine. And most adults aren’t really aware of it. They may have some dim consciousness that rap violates taboos, but I think the typical person over, say, 30 years old really has no clue just how extreme and commonplace this taboo-violation has become.

Vulgar Sexuality

And while it may have been horror at “nigg_r” lyrics which launched my masochistic voyage into a 14-year-old’s iPod, that horror was supplanted by an even greater horror as the hours ticked away.

Now, I’m fully aware that each generation of parents frets over the heightened sexual content of their kids’ music, and that this cycle has been going on since time immemorial, from the scandalous waltz through the immoral Charleston to Elvis and then Madonna. Cole Porter wrote “In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking, now heaven knows, anything goes” way back in 1934. And I know I’m going to sound like just another out-of-it old fogey fearful of the younger generation’s sexuality, but if you’d heard what I heard on that iPod, the blood would drain from your face. Our culture has reached what must be the end point of degraded obscenity, as each rapper tries to outdo his peers with absurd levels of sexual content that manages to be nauseating, juvenile and misogynistic in the extreme, all at once.

This, for example, was one of the songs on the iPod; imagine your 14-year-old daughter listening to songs like this:

NSFW- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th0V-fxo9CE

Ain’t No Fun (If The Homies Can’t Have None) – Snoop Doggy Dogg (feat. Nate Dogg, Kurupt, and Warren G.)

[Intro]

You’re back now at the j_ck-off hour this is DJ Eazy D_ck
On W-B_lls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys
A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery
here tonight, this is DJ Eazy D_ck, on the station that
slaps you across your fat _ss, with a fat d_ck.

[Verse One: Nate Dogg]

When I met you last night baby
Before you opened up your gap
I had respect for ya lady
But now I take it all back
Cause you gave me all your p_ssy
And ya even licked my b_lls
Leave your number on the cabinet
And I promise baby, I’ll give ya a call
Next time I’m feelin kinda h_rny
You can come on over, and I’ll break you off
And if you can’t f_ck that day, baby
Just lay back, and open your mouth
Cause I have never
met a girl
That I love
in the whole wide world

[Verse Two: Kurupt]

Well, if Kurupt gave a f_ck about a b_tch I’d always be broke
I’d never have no motherf_ckinin do to smoke
I gets loced and looney, b_tch you can’t do me
Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes
That’s somethin I learned in the pound
So how the f_ck am I supposed
to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
I know the p_ssy’s mine, I’ma f_ck a couple more times
And then I’m through with it, there’s nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cause she ain’t nuthin but a b_tch to me
And y’all know, that b_tches ain’t sh_t to me
I gives a f_ck, why don’t y’all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition, I’m Kurupt
Hoe you’ll never be my only one, trick _ss beeeitch!

[Chorus: (repeat 4X)]

It ain’t no fun, if the homies can’t have none.

[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Guess who back in the motherf_ckin’ house
With a fat d_ck for your motherf_ckin’ mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
Cuz when b_tches get skinless and pull a voodoo
What you gon do? You really don’t know
So I’d advise you not to trust that hoe
Silly of me to fall in love with a b_tch
Knowin’ d_mn well, I’m too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
How many b_tches wanna f_ck this nigg_r
named Snoop Doggy, I’m all the above
I’m too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
But see, it ain’t no fun, if my homies can’t get a taste of it
Cause you know I don’t love ‘em.

[Verse Four: Warren G]

Whoa!
Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
One for the money, two for the b_tches
Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches
In my Chevy, six-fo’ Rad to be exact
With b_tches on my side, and b_tches on back
So back up b_tch cuz i’m strugglin, so get
off your knees and then start jugglin’
these motherf_ckin n_ts in your mouth
It’s me, Warren G the nigga with the clout
Whoo!

[Chorus]

“Start jugglin’ these motherf_ckin n_ts in your mouth” was just the tip of the iceberg. Hundreds of similar songs, such as Beat The P_ssy Up by Love Rance featuring IAMSU ! & Skipper P and “Lets Talk About It” by Clipse and Jermaine Dupri were scattered throughout the iPod’s playlist. Most upsetting of all was what seemed to be the collected works of an artist named CoCo Brown, who singlehandedly proves that women rappers can be more obscene than the men. This is what America’s 14 year olds are listening to:

NSFW- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTNANCR3uBs

This is not a recent development. The Snoop Dogg track above is from 20 years ago. Woman-hating, anti-love lyrics have been par for the course ever since.

What does hearing all this do to the mind of the listener? Can music cause the degradation of the soul? Can a 14-year-old develop healthy attitudes about romance if she spends her childhood listening to lyrics like “And if you can’t f_ck that day, baby, just lay back and open your mouth, ’cause I have never met a girl that I love in the whole wide world”? Is the capacity for romantic love an in-born human trait or just a cultural construct? Have we reached the end of the “Love Era” in human history?

Popularity

I fully realize that not all kids listen to rap. It is only one genre among many competing for their attention. Top 100 lists also have country stars, pop divas, rock anthems, dance tracks, soul music, and so forth. The stats are hard to decipher and ever-changing, but as far as I can tell rap “only” accounts for somewhere around 15%-20% of all music sales. But much of those sales are to a younger audience, while country, soul, rock, dance and other genres are gaining their sales primarily from an adult demographic.

So, an off-the-cuff estimation is that perhaps one-third of American teenagers listen to rap. Though since not all rap is “gangsta,” we can round that down to maybe one-fourth of American teenagers growing up becoming accustomed to hearing the N-word and every other imaginable obscenity.

So, yes, while presumably there are other cliques of 14-year-old girls across the country who listen not to rap but to Christian music or rock ‘n’ roll, it’s safe to assume that a very significant percentage of those cliques are rap-centric, just as my relative’s is. It’s hard to quantify, but it is definitely not negligible. And remember that only a small percentage of teenagers in the ’60s were actual hippies, and yet in retrospect the hippies defined the era.

Mainstream

But genres are merging and fusing these days, and many songs not officially deemed “rap” nonetheless have rap elements and attributes.

This phenomenon is not limited to marginal or lesser-known groups. Many of even the most mainstream performers wallow in rap-derived vulgarity.

For example, the band LMFAO is arguably the most popular and successful mainstream musical group in the world at the moment. They performed during this year’s Super Bowl halftime show and on Dick Clark’s “New Year’s Rockin’ Eve.” They have won innumerable mainstream awards, such as “Favorite Song of the Year” at the 2012 Kids’ Choice Awards and “Best Group” and “Top Song” at the 2012 Billboard Awards, to name just a few. They are marketed as a fun and harmless “party rock” band, and their stage act features a dancing zebra and a guy with a cardboard box on his head. As a result, they’re immensely popular with tweens and young teens, the modern equivalent of a kid-oriented bubblegum music act.

And yet… unlike actual 1960s bubblegum acts which relied at most on innuendo or double-entendre to sneak a racy lyric past parents, LMFAO is brutally blunt in its sexual content. For example, another track on the iPod, “Get Crazy,” one of the most popular songs by the most popular kiddie-themed group in the country, features these lyrics:

NSFW- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSYViclto1w

When I was a baby I was suckin’ on t_tties
Now that I’m older still suckin’ on t_tties
Different t_tties — but t_tties nonetheless
The first thing I do when a girl undress
Crazy girl spark my interest
If t_tties were a stock I’d invest in breast
Love the way you move I’m impressed
Lotta girls love us we the best I guess hey.

I got the goose alright ok
I’m feelin loose alright ok
She love the beats alright ok
We love them D’s alright ok
I got the goose alright ok
I’m feelin loose alright ok
She love the beat alright ok
We love them D’s

Get crazy get wild
Let’s party get loud
If you wanna have fun and do something crazy
flash yo t_tties
Get crazy get wild
Let’s party get loud
If you wanna have fun and do something crazy
flash yo t_tties

If you in the car flash yo t_tties
If you at the bar flash yo t_tties
If you at the beach flash yo t_tties
If you on the street flash yo t_tties
I said if you in the car flash yo t_tties
I said if you at the bar flash yo t_tties
If you at work flash yo t_tties
Even if you at church flash yo t_tties

In Europe they show t-t_tties all the time
But here in LA every t_tty a prize
So girl let me see what you tryin to hide
Has either of your t_tties ever touched the sky
Now if your shy (if your shy)
Just close your eyes (just close your eyes)
And pull your t_tties out like you part of tha African tribe

Lyrics like these are now commonplace, and in no way mark an artist as outré or extreme. Will.i.am, leader of the Black Eyed Peas, is about as respectable as you can get, guest-hosting on American Idol, appearing at President Obama’s inauguration and among his inner circle of fundraisers, and in general treated as a sage elder statesman in the music industry. . .and yet one of the iPod songs had these grotesque will.i.am lyrics:

NSFW- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4lt-oviXGI

My nigga, will.i.am in the house

I’m in the house an’ I ain’t movin’ out.
The girls keep more of my name in they mouth.
I like breasts best when they poppin’ out,
So girl, bring ‘em out, bring ‘em out, I make ‘em bounce.

Keep, keep bouncin’, yeah, just keep them bouncin’,
Open up your mind an’ accept what I’m announcin’:
If we have a President’s Day an’ a Veteran’s Day,
Let’s have a T_tty Holiday.

An’ lick on n_pple everyday through the weekend.
I like t_t like fish like sippin’,
Watchin’ boobies bounce is my favorite tradition,
When I’m up in the club just sittin’ an’ wishin’

Them boobies was bouncin’ on my head, my head,
Them boobies was bouncin’ on my head, my head,
Bouncin’, bouncin’ on my head, my head,
I want them boobies bouncin’ on my head, my head

If I wasn’t already numbed by our culture’s avalanche of vulgarity, I’d be speechless. A guy who sings songs like this gets to sit next to the president.

Censorship? No.

I’m strongly opposed to censorship. I’m just old enough to remember the Parents Music Resource Center hearings. I jeered at Tipper Gore and her army of blue-nosed prudes, and cheered Frank Zappa for opposing the censors. And I’d probably do the same today if the hearings were re-opened.

The PMRC hearings did have one long-term effect: the creation of “Parental Advisory” stickers which are still used today on records that the RIAA deems might offend some listeners. This actually was a reasonable compromise coming out of what were very contentious hearings: No recordings were ever actually “censored,” merely labeled as “adult content” though still available to everyone. I see no problem with that.

But in the modern world, the stickers are basically useless. First of all, vinyl records are already extinct, and CDs are quickly joining them. Most music is now obtained online, in a digital non-physical format, so there’s nothing to attach the stickers to. Yet if you try to buy any of the obscene songs mentioned above through iTunes or Amazon, you will encounter a little notice saying that they are “explicit” — but that’s as far as it goes. There is no age verification, and nothing prevents a child from buying the song anyway, warning or no warning.

Secondly, as was noted back in the Tipper Era, these notices only end up serving as tempting advertisements for which songs are taboo and thus the most intriguing to teenagers. So the stickers only ended up backfiring.

And lastly, most kids rarely buy music these days anyway. They trade and share mp3s amongst each other. My 14-year-old relative said she had not paid for any of the music on her iPod; it all came from friends. I suppose somewhere back at the beginning of the chain someone may have bought some of the songs, but for every purchase there are likely dozens of listeners, none of whom ever encounter any kind of sticker or warning.

If I’m philosophically opposed to nanny-state censorship, then what am I advocating as the solution to this problem? Well, I’m not advocating anything, actually: I’m just sad. Depressed that our culture is scraping bottom. The lyrics of 1985 that so shocked and outraged Tipper Gore now read like nursery rhymes compared to what came after.

“Dirty” lyrics have always been with us — I myself even own albums from the ’50s and ’60s by Rusty Warren and Rudy Ray Moore that were the ideological precursors to LMFAO and Snoop Dogg — but back then it was considered X-rated “comedy” rather than “music,” and these types of performers were always on the fringes of culture, far far from the mainstream. What has changed in recent years is not that a new style has emerged, but rather that a once obscure genre has come out of the shadows and seized center stage.

I have no desire to bring back the record-burning tent revivals of yesteryear in which teens tossed their Elvis albums and other “devil’s music” on the bonfire to shouts of “Hallelujah!” With freedom comes the risk of seeing and hearing things you don’t like. I can only sit here patiently and wait for the taboo-busting thrill of hearing “nigg_r” and “p_ssy” in every stanza to eventually wear off, and we can once again enjoy the subtleties of metaphor, pun and double-entendre.

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Update:

Gwyneth Paltrow pleads “It’s the title of the song!” after getting trashed for tweeting the N-word. This sums up the situation in a nutshell: A famous black rapper can use the word “nigg_r” to title a song, but a white star is not allowed to even refer to the song by name, even to praise it.


TOPICS: Education; Miscellaneous; Music/Entertainment; Society
KEYWORDS: black; music; nword; race
I have edited the curse words in the post because I don't want the thread to get deleted. I'm sorry if I missed any. I know the lyrics in this post are very vulgar. I'm not trying to break any rules here. I think it's important for people to know what their kids might be listening to.

Have you ever heard any of these "songs"? I'd say there's at least a 1 in 3 chance your child has, especially if they're a teenager. As an adult you need to be aware of this stuff 'cause it's out there. It may even be in your house right now in one digital format or another. The point isn't censorship, it's open discussion. Words mean things.

1 posted on 06/13/2012 1:36:02 PM PDT by servo1969
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To: servo1969

Tipper Gore reversed herself and is okay with this sort of thing now.

Go Hollywoooood!


2 posted on 06/13/2012 1:42:51 PM PDT by a fool in paradise (The media ignored the 40th anniversary of Bill Ayers' Pentagon bombing but not Watergate. Ask Why.)
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To: servo1969

The monster that wrote those lyrics needs to be culled.


3 posted on 06/13/2012 1:46:48 PM PDT by MarineBrat (Better dead than red!)
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To: servo1969

This has been going on for a generation. Didn’t Charlton Heston confront some music company (Sony? I don’t remember) during an annual meeting and shame them by reading the lyrics of a rap song?

My only problem with this article is why the author didn’t immediately go to the parents and ask: what the hell are you letting your little kid listen to??? Why pussyfoot around the topic?


4 posted on 06/13/2012 1:51:30 PM PDT by miss marmelstein
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To: servo1969

i take it he’s never seen blazing saddles.


5 posted on 06/13/2012 1:56:13 PM PDT by absolootezer0 (2x divorced tattooed pierced harley hatin meghan mccain luvin' REAL beer drinkin' smoker ..what?)
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To: servo1969
What saddens me is that I've listened to African music, traditional African music.

It's wonderful! Complex rhythms, harmonies, beautiful sounds.

Yet these "African-Americans" listen only to this rap, hip-hop trash.

Pathetic!

6 posted on 06/13/2012 1:57:55 PM PDT by eCSMaster (Conservative patriots, Rise up!)
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To: eCSMaster

Why is a 14 year old listening to 1500 vulgar songs and the parents don’t have a clue or don’t care?

That’s the real question.

You may not be able to stop them from encountering the music when they are with their friends or away from home, but you can lead by example and not allow it around your house and family.

Kids pick up on this. They want leadership and strength from their parents even when they rebel or are confused. Deep down they appreciate it later.

Seriously, the only question that really matters is WHY she is allowed to have all that crap on her personal ipod?


7 posted on 06/13/2012 2:01:35 PM PDT by Advil000
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To: servo1969

Too bad I can’t unread this.


8 posted on 06/13/2012 2:06:53 PM PDT by Sans-Culotte ( Pray for Obama- Psalm 109:8)
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To: servo1969

I just saw a video on Yahoo today that made the point that more black families are home schooling. Maybe this is why.


9 posted on 06/13/2012 2:14:40 PM PDT by Excellence (9/11 was an act of faith.)
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To: Sans-Culotte
Isn't it interesting? I read about so much and then thought "This is sub-human" and stopped subjecting my sensibilities to it (skimmed past all the crap). The girl in the narrative - and quite likely most other young kids her age - simply become enured to it and oblivious to its destructive nature.

...and America is raising an entire generation of them.

*sigh*

10 posted on 06/13/2012 2:23:15 PM PDT by rockrr (Everything is different now...)
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To: servo1969

...But yet, Reverend Al and Jesse Jackson called for Don Imus to be fired (which he was) and almost destroyed his career because he made one “nappy headed ho” joke.


11 posted on 06/13/2012 2:27:21 PM PDT by richmwill
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To: servo1969
I would say this is just musical porno, but truth be told, there's no musical aspect to it, it's simply audible porno that rhymes (and badly at that I might add). It's a signpost of a sick, demented, thoroughly depraved & sinful godless culture.
12 posted on 06/13/2012 2:40:40 PM PDT by OB1kNOb (The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and pay the penalty. - Prov 22:3)
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To: servo1969

Such is the black culture. Filthy language and degraded behavior and murdering each other is the norm.


13 posted on 06/13/2012 2:41:09 PM PDT by Blood of Tyrants (Never believe anything in politics until it has been officially denied.)
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To: servo1969

The culture in this country has been greatly debased since the 1960s and the implementation of that rat bas**rd LBJ’s “great society”. Unless a drastic change occurs, such as completely getting rid of the welfare state, it’s hard to see how the nation can ever return to its former greatness.


14 posted on 06/13/2012 3:09:38 PM PDT by Signalman ( November, 2012-The End of an Error)
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To: richmwill

“...almost destroyed his career because he made one “nappy headed ho” joke.”

Remember Howard Cosell’s comment that DID end his career?

The best few pages I’ve ever read about the absurdity of misplaced race sensitivity is in the beginning of Dan Jenkins’ “Semi Tough”, written around 1970.

Very good treatment for runaway political correctness and terminal hand-wringing sensitivity. And hilarious, as well.


15 posted on 06/13/2012 3:10:44 PM PDT by Tigerized ("..and whack 'em, and whack 'em, and whack 'em!' cried the Toad in ecstasy." (also my 2012 strategy))
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To: eCSMaster

And to think a couple of generations back these same folks gave us the wonder of The Motown Sound....


16 posted on 06/13/2012 3:18:22 PM PDT by M1903A1 ("We shed all that is good and virtuous for that which is shoddy and sleazy... and call it progress")
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To: servo1969
i wonder what the English translation says??? cause 98% of it makes absolutely no sense...
17 posted on 06/13/2012 3:23:02 PM PDT by Chode (American Hedonist - *DTOM* -ww- NO Pity for the LAZY)
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To: Blood of Tyrants

Thankfully, they’re practically an endangered species in my state. The little gang-banging drug dealers keep coming up from points south and keep getting lead poisoning; two more diagnosed this week. Good thing ‘my people’ know how to shoot too.


18 posted on 06/13/2012 4:10:37 PM PDT by GreyHoundSailor
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To: servo1969

I know the Good Lord is coming back...
But shouldn’t He be here by now?
I mean, He is paying attention, isn’t He?


19 posted on 06/13/2012 5:06:15 PM PDT by Museum Twenty (To see myself as others see me? Sounds like a terrible fate! I take great comfort in self-delusion.)
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To: servo1969
In the simplest of explanations, the bad apple ruins the barrel.

Through PC, integration and the Federal government's blind insistence “everyone is equal”, we have forceably indoctrinated our poor children into the sad world of black street culture. Our innocent kids see the blacks in school get away with everything and looking too cool in the process. Its no wonder our previously innocent children are now diehard wannabes, not to mention the mass of stupid parents that say very little and maybe even say “its good to be open minded” when their kids listen to this crap. And what has been the benefit? None, if anything the blacks have been shown this stuff is cool and go for it even more. Thanks you, LBJ!

20 posted on 06/13/2012 5:14:49 PM PDT by X-spurt (Its time for ON YOUR FEET or on your knees)
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To: absolootezer0

Blazing Saddles has been “bleeped” so many times that it’s no longer funny.


21 posted on 06/13/2012 6:42:43 PM PDT by Sarajevo (Ever notice that when a beggar gets a donation, they immediately put their hand out for more.)
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