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Where to start, where to start?  Cuz we all know how it ends….   The Feds are Dead But boy, didnt they have life for quite some time?  We open this ep right where the last one ended, with all the feds assembled in the Angie room.  They lay out their evidence against her and tell her she aint got no choice other than to cooperate. By this point, Attorney Shazza has joined Angie trying to get her the best deal possible, when Angie tells them fools they aint got no evidence and if they did they would have made arrests by now – FAX ANGIE.  FAX.  She then tells them she wants 24 hours to consider their offer and the countdown is ON! Apparently they werent ready for her resistance, as they have to regroup and hit the pavement, putting pressure on anyone they think would even dream of flip on Ghost and Tommy.  They visit Lala, who even tho Tommy just smooth went off on her and Tasha just proved how much of a shit ass friend she was, is and will always be, refused to budge from her former testimony.  They have the newly returned and named Deliterious “Terry” Silver in their office to have him try and get Tasha to flip.  They even go straight to Tommy, in what will be their most successful attempt at justice, and tell him how Angie knew bout his dad being an informant and what she possibly did with that information – give it straight to her bae, his brother Ghost.  Unfortunately for them, none of these folks are willing to “break team”, an obnoxious overly used non familiar term the writers employed like they were playing a fucking drinking game.  Then to make matters even worse, they get word of Dre’s deal and the fact that Deliterious is missing and they know, the jig is up – their case is dead in the water.  With his tail tucked between his legs, Mak returns to his office to pack it up and head for the simple life of DC and Saxe…poor poor ball saxe is relegated to trying to still use their ear witness to catch Ghost.  How pathetic.  Apparently, our kids are safe….for now. D as in Dre, Duress This nword gotta had been born during whatever astrological month or timeframe is represented by a cat, cuz he got more lives than one.  He has escaped the clutches of our fearless heroes several times. He has escaped the clutches of the various groups of hitters our fearless heroes have sent for him.  This time, we get him MID STROKE – barf btw – butt booty nekkid – double barf – fending off two killers sent by Alicia, who must have talked to Christobal to find out that Dre knew where they were gonna be or else, why would she send folks for someone she just demoted? So wham boom bang with a lil assist from baby mama, Dre disposes of the two sent to kill him.  He realizes he needs protection and that the only one that can offer it is Angela.  He arranges a meet with her where he agrees to her scheme to implicate Alicia in the murders of Lobos and Sandoval instead of her and her pals.  He agrees, but later we find out when he is talking to ol’boy, he’s gonna get witness protection for him and his daughter – fuck da mama – but he’s def gonna implicate Ghost and Tommy, thereby returning to Alicia’s protective bosom and taking out his enemies in one fell swoop.  Ol Boy is not pleased with this plan and dimes him out to Tommy, who relays this tidbit to Angela, who comes up with an even better plan.  Once Dre is at the meeting spot with Angela, several peeps try to take him out – peeps who are not in on the plan, which means they are purposely shooting him but missing, again proving my cat theory.  Cornered he busts thru a window, where a fed van conveniently pulls up (for the second time this season) with Agent Tampico there on Angie’s behalf with a document Dre must sign implicating Alicia or he gotta get out the truck.  Sounds like he signed under duress to me and it will be interesting to see how Angie – er, or someone – makes this stick next season. Breaking Team The most poorly aligned and duplicitous and non trust worthy team outside of the Dump White House has assembled in an abandoned school that Angie somehow has the entry code to.  She’s called this quorum to tell them about the case the feds have lined up against them for their various crimes, one of which Tommy is VERY upset about being included in cuz he NEVER SAID HE DID THAT SHIT. In fact he is so upset, he pulls out his blue crayon and writes a note bout killing Angie and passes it down to Tasha, who nixes the idea for now.  They all leave with their tasks for the day, Angela needs to neutralize Dre, Tasha needs to neutralize Keisha, Jamie needs to neutralize Proctor and Tommy, well he just needs to stay off the coke he sobered up from VERY QUICKLY.  If you read this thing, you would know how Dre gets neutralized so no need to rehash that.  Proctor is summoned to Truth and after he proves that he isnt wearing a wire, he warns Jamie about Silver and Angela and how she can NOT be trusted, which Jamie’s lovesick ass ignores…for the moment.  Tasha in one of the worst performances I’ve seen yet, arrives on a tear stained Keisha’s doorstep all “ay yo, bitch, you need to continue to shut the fuck up or its on” and Im legit stunned at how tonedeaf this moment is.  Tasha, who finessed Shawn, the NYPD, Silver, the 9/11 Commission, The Sterns, the FBI and the Benghazi Panel somehow couldnt

Whoo chile….the miseducation! Yall know who lauryn is…I’ve written about my own horror story with her concert here and I am more than certain that you have your own and more than more than certain that if you are still guillable enough to buy concert tickets of hers in 2018 anno domini, you will have your own soon.  One high profile victim, jazz artist Robert Glasper took to the airwaves recently to discuss the other side of her fuckshit, the side visited upon her crew.  My mans Rob held not one punch, spared not one detail – he went allllllllllllllllll the way in on her.   He said she stole music for her magnum opus, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, that she fires crew members and cuts their pay at will, that you cant look her in the eyes, and most shadily, she aint dont enuff to be the way she is….that the one great thing she did (her album), she aint do.  BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRN.  Dont believe me? You can listen for your self!     Ahem… Well it appears that even though Ms. Hill cant always find the time to appear to her performances in a timely manner, she found more than enough time to respond to Mr. Glaspers accusations and get us all together.  She wrote a 3,152 word diatribe on Medium.com where she addresses him and us…..while simulataneously not addressing him nor us.  A small sample if you will… -I am paying for a service, and looking for something SPECIFIC, which isn’t up to someone else’s interpretation or opinion. I have my own idea of what works for me. That shouldn’t offend. Well guess who is else is paying for a service and looking for something SPECIFIC, Lboogie?  The people who buy your concert tickets. -When you’re a popular artist or public figure, people can sometimes forget that you’re hiring them to perform a service, and that you’re not the one there to entertain THEM. Apparently, when you are a popular artist or public figure YOU can sometimes forget that we, the audience have hired you to perform a service and yes, you are here to entertain US. – The expectation to make it all come together is on me. The risk and the financial losses are on me. Hence, MY VIBE, though not the only consideration, is the priority. I wonder how many tax bills your vibe can take care of. -During the time in question, I also believe I was playing a lot of new music with controversial content. New arrangments is not new music, fam. -I don’t think of Harriet Tubman’s skills as those of a hostess, but rather her relentless dedication to helping people who wanted out of an oppressive paradigm. #IGETOUT DO. NOT.  Don’t. -And just to clear up an old urban legend that somehow people still believe, I do not hate white people. I legit just googled “lauryn hill hates black people” and the only thing I came up with is the article in which you mentioned you do not hate white people. -Who are you to say I didn’t do enough? Most people are probably just hearing your name for the first time because you dropped MINE in an interview, controversially. Taking nothing away from your talent, but this is a fact. Well how do you hear music all the way from up there were you look down upon what you deem to be lesser known musicians?????? -What about the image of Black women in hip hop? When exposure and sexualization of the Black female body was the standard, SOMEONE stood up and represented a different image entirely, giving a generation of young women options and alternatives of self-representation. #AMNESIA This has nothing to do with anything.  No one is negating your contributions.  Dont move the checkers pieces around the chess board, fam. -Show me an artist working now who hasn’t been directly influenced by the work I put in, and I’ll show you an artist who’s been influenced by an artist who was directly influenced by the work that I put in. WHAT?  This was straight from the book “Sarah Palin Word Saladstress: How to Confuse People” -I take rehearsal seriously, I take performance seriously, I take my art seriously. No, you dont. -I remix my songs live because I haven’t released an album in several years. There’s a ton of backstory as to why, but there’s no way I could continue to play the same songs over and over as long as I’ve been performing them without some variation and exploration.  SEE: EVER LIVING PERSON WHO TOURS WITH MUSIC.  I saw Stevie do the Songs in the Key of Life Tour….knew every bop beat for beat, so did my 70 year old mama. -If I’d had additional music out, perhaps I would have kept them as they were. Who stopped you from putting additional music out?  Plus earlier in this interview you had said: “During the time in question, I also believe I was playing a lot of new music with controversial content.”  Did ya have new music or nah? -And the myth that I’m not allowed to play the original versions of my songs is…a myth (anyone who’s seen my current show knows this). I took my boy to see her round 2011…when we left early  – dazed and confused, he said, “I wish she played exfactor”  I replied, “she did you just didnt recognize it.” Mayhaps something changed since 11…. -As an artist, I’m tasked with bringing a different vibration into the space that transcends this. Not an easy gig but an important one. I can imagine there are people who value this process and don’t mind waiting a little if it means experiencing something inspired. LOL @ waiting a little…..girl…..hours aint waiting a little. -Me being late to shows isn’t because I don’t respect my fans or their time, but the contrary, It can be argued that I care too much, and insist on things being right.

Today’s Myalogy is dedicated to Kanan’s bubble denim coat, one of the only things to make it make sense on this here show of ours…..thine eyes have not seen… A Mother’s Grief I’ve never really been a fan of hers, but at this point in the landscape of the show, Tasha is becoming my favorite.  She is honestly and truly going the thru the very real emotions of loss.  She dont like her son, like we dont.  She dont wanna be bothered with Ghost and his bullshit, like we, or I mean, I DO NOT.  How fucking dry would you be after your husband asking you to do a press conference that may lead to your son’s incarceration.  Ghost knows all of this, yet still tried to sell her that mess.  He knows what position that may put all of them, including his beloved Angie, who he is drunk dialing again – barf, in.  He refuses to see his wife’s need for something. He cant enter Raina’s room, but he doesnt realize she can’t leave it.  He doesnt want her talking to a grief group, which she badly needs, but would put her out on front street with a fucking press conference.  Its so real to me, how she struggles with being around her son.  She loves him, obvi, but blames him for her daughter’s death.  I honestly think she is less concerned about Tariq and his safety, than she just dont wanna see his face anymore.  Yet and still, she is running  around town handling business meeting Angela in VERY public places, assuring that her son is safe, trying to get her husband to recognize the true enemy of their family, and somehow keeping that weave in tact while Ghost is off playing Ghostman, dispenser of vigilante justice.  Worst of all, her husband has put her in the unenviable position of being able to confide in only one person….his hoe.  WHADAFUCK. The Keystone AUSAs How do ANY of these people have jobs?  Everytime they are on screen discussing their latest hair brained scheme, I get instant agita.  I could have sworn SOMEONE in charge told them to stay away from James St Patrick after that whole Greg thing, but here they are attempting to build a case with an EARwitness that was under extreme duress.  These mofos done broke down the street type, cobblestone; the loading dock location, Truth, and have made the inexplicable but very real possibility that Ghost killed a mofo during his club opening.  And this is the shit they wanna take to trial, not to mention the sisyphean task of trying to take Angela down. And speaking of that, why is that a thing all of a sudden.  That black boss lady is operating under Nancy Pelosi levels of anti women ID EST MAXINE WATERS fuckery, by promoting Angela, then colluding with the boys to take her down all because she didnt answer a call with the very real reason of being sleep. Why do you all of a sudden not believe in Angela, Nancy Blacklosi?  HUH WHY?  Saxe?  Couldnt be.  Mak?  NOPE, cuz you woulda promoted him over her when you had the chance.  This is why yall cant win nice cases….cuz yall stupid. Tommy’s Lights Are On, but Is Anybody Home?  Speaking of dumb shit….he had to know hiring those hitters without Vincent’s approval was gonna come back to bite him, but he didnt it anyway, like he aint the literal red headed step child of the family.  Like he aint JUST show up on the scene.  Why not just get permission from their boss.  He may have known their greatest weapons were tablecloths and nixed the idea.  He’s been so busy with Ghost and Tariq and Dre, he forgot his real white daddy Jason and all his dope he fucking up and not securing nor selling.  Gifted with telepathy like everyone else on this show, Jason just happens to pull up the exact moment and the exact place were our fearless trio has convened.  He lets Tommy know that his shipment never came in and gets a brief intro to the Jimenez who he immediately states must die at Tommy’s hand, Ghost’s hand, and old friend Kanan’s hand’s just cuz he happened to be standing there at the time. Other things happened, many other things, like Ghost killing a drunk driver, but there were too many, lets just move on to the……. Myalogy Minutes. Hey two dead serb dudes, how yall think yall was gonna outshoot 3 people with three semi automatic’s when yall had two civil war pistols.  Just dumb. Keisha, how good – exactly, do you rate your puss that you thought tommy was gonna dime out his peoples? And since we speaking maam, if you and tommy was both present at Raina’s birth, why yall ack like yall just met? First, Lobos, now Diego….why all the connects so freaky? Silver is, and remains, a bitch In what world but Power, would Mak think Attorney Turtle would flip on his clients and would that even be legal or ethical? If memory serves, Ghost knows where the Jimenez siblings be at…didnt he go to their crib before? Tasha, I beseech you, in the name of all that is holy and unholy, on behalf of us all: SEND TARIQ TO CHOATE. Why didnt they get the white hitter a doctor sooner?  What was all that, we’ll be back with the doc later fuckery? Glasses was back…I like glasses.  Spanky what dey call’em. Why would Tasha and Ghost not attend grief counseling at their own family church, as opposed to the opportunist church? Oh Shit, Jamie back on the sauce…yall do remember he has a drinking problem, right? Dre needs to get rid of his #2, just like Ghost should have gotten rid of his ass. Ghost needs to introduce Alderman Larenz to his killer clothes.  What the fuck does he have over Ghost? How the fuck the crystal ball crew aka

Yall know who it is, and yall know what it is!  It’s time to recap our fave show with our fave characters (and some not so fave) doing dumb things!  Get the strap!  Its Powerful Thoughts! Firstly, I’d like to say I very much enjoyed the orchestral rendition of Big Rich Town as a prelude to the episode.  For those of you with so much time and extraneous money on your hands that you considered going to see ol Curtis at Ravinia, is this what you are expecting? If so, I’m very excited for you. Angie Gonna Ang Why dis woman had to be the first person I see on my screen Sunday morning at 12:00:00 ante meridian?  I swear fo gawd, this chick I cannot abide.  And then to have her worst most horrid acts countdown shown immediately thereafter?  Someone hates me.  No matter how much dumb, illegal, bass ackward shit she does, she always seems to fall up.  For one of the most powerful law enforcement officers on the east coast or whatever someone called her, she sure does step in it a lot.  WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY are you showing up at RayRays?  And then right after that, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY you go straight to the St. Patrick residence? Did you leave your gps on while enroute? You should be going >>>>>>>>>That way, yet here you are, saying dumb shit like “You want me to bury the records?”  YEAH BITCH! That’s exactly what Tasha wants you to do and what you should WANT TO DO TO SAVE YOURSELF.  All them will she/wont she hit “confirm” scenes was really crute, but if they go down, you go down, so click the damn button.  I swear if this chick don’t end up dead or in jail by the end of this show, it’s a trick to it. Tariq Gonna Riq This muthafucka here.  Fooled me briefly, I am woman enough to admit.  Or maybe I just had high hopes for that water headed fucka, but he is who he is.  Due to the time of day I watched this ep, I’m not quite remembering the first scene we saw him, but I know his parents FINALLY got around to being in this nigga’s bidness.  Asking him questions.  How he know folks.  Why he know folks.  Why his sister aint tell his mama stuff.  Ghost giving him the “nigga, I know you heard me face” right before snatching dat ass up in the hall way, a one two combo, I am more than familiar with growing up with my black ass mama during the smell myself decade of the 90s.  GET. HIS. ASS.  GHOST.  GET. HIS. ASS.  Next time deposit that forearm, STRAIGHT to the Adams apple.  Incapacitate his ass for a moment. Steal his air. Show’em you will snatch his life.  Despite, his solemn remorse during most of the episode and his declaration that he’s not a kid anymore, he’s just a dumb lil shit doing dumb little shit things.  He offers to eulogize Raina, against his parents better wishes and gets up there offering some mealy mouth platitudes and shit you see ol girl you hated in algebra post on her trite boring assed faux inspirational Instagram.  Mid eulogy, prompted by Tommy’s OUT LOUD ANNOUCEMENT – lol what? – that the hitters had Dre in their sight, he breaks down and makes a bee line for the bathroom, so he can text his real family – Dre – to run!  And just like that, any mistaken goodwill I had for this little bitch evaporated into the ether. Dre gonna Ghost Remember when Jamie used to be smart and shit would happen and we all were like how he gonna get out of this one and he got out of that one and we were all like dis nigga smart!  Well now that title belongs to Dre.  And Ghost even said as much, after their ill-fated 3 stooges attempt  on ambushing him, he said some shit like “I woulda seen it coming”, yeah nigga, you WOULD HAVE.  Now that you have no one to drain the blood from either head, it’s time to start using your big head on a more consistent basis.  Yall got crews but ran up on a man that co-opted and stole your whole organization, with just the three of yall and an arm cannon.  How Kanan conveniently knew when to arrive on a driveway that was conveniently there is totes beyond me, but hey, most things on this show are.  So now the man know yall coming for him, but Kanan has a bright idea, send the black crew AND the white crew, which reportedly has the hardest killers in the game.  It’s a can’t lose proposition, unless the hardest killers hardest weapons are two white sheets, which are NOT impervious to bullets.  Two white sheets – not one punch, a glass to the head, not an Acme© anvil dropping out the sky, just two white sheets.  Thanks to Tariq’s warning, Dre is somewhat prepared to get outta the spot and shoots the white boys and their sheets before fleeing to the Jimenez for protection.  Gifted with sight beyond sight, Dre KNOWS that Ghost is gonna be a Raina’s grave – ALONE – 10 hours after the funeral and steps to him with the Jimenez card.  If anything happens to Dre, Ghost will be at this cemetery again, either as a visitor or a resident. Myalogy Minutes Tasha’s weave budget continues to increase!  YAY HAIR! Why Lala gotta act so damn daft all the damn time.  Your friends are criminals and you really need to ask why they need alibis.  C’mon Fam. “You set me on fire nigga, not the other way around.” This whole earwitness thing is stupid.  Let’s not drag this out. Ghost talkin bout how Raina’s funeral was an opportunity was gross as fuck. If I was Tasha, I’d never get wet for this nigga again. Tasha, Ghost? It doesn’t have to be Dre or

Cuz clearly you fools skim thru current events and politics without listening to it. Im literally confused.  I dont know where to start.  All the capin over diaperbooty’s baby favah’s white is rightdom.  All the black people that want a rapist to be free cuz he looks like them or cuz some white man did something similar.  And all the “but what did she do” over God’s son’s alleged crimes, all this shit has left me at a loss.  And Im not gonna even delve into the Tullamore Dew inspired barbershop talk I had to endure over the weekend, cuz offended, underinformed black men offa whiskey……whew lawd.  Anyway…..I thought at the end of that particular fiasco, I would at least be able to go home and catch the White House Correspondents Dinner (WHCD) and get some laughs.  And I was right…a woman was in charge of the roasting and she did not disappoint.  I thought she was funny. She made me chuckle a couple of times.  Turned the shit off.  Thought nothing more about it.  Went to sleep and woke up firmly in Trumperica, a worse, more vile, more white, more outraged,  more politically incorrect -when it comes to “minorities” ONLY – version of our normal shit hole, where black folks in Flint and Chicago are drinking poisoned water, America. Now because I pay attention to life, I KNOW there was nothing out of pocket or wrong about Michelle Wolf’s routine.  Men have been pulling zero punches at this event FOR YEARS.  One would even argue the last president to attend and speak at the WHCD, got us our current orange inflamed boil on the ass of EARF assed president, with his pointed remarks, which you can learn about here, cuz your outrage clues me in to the fact that you didn’t know Barack Obama was talking cash money shit about a lot of people in that room in 2011. From what I can glean thru your bared teeth, all this outrage – how many time have I typed that word in this piece – is centered around one of the least sympathetic figures in the whole administration – Sarah Huckabee Sanders, and I want all the points allotted for not making a pun out of her name, as I am wont to do.  This horrid heap of malicious prevarications doesnt deserve respect, deference or even slight consideration of her feelings when she wakes up every day working for a country, cuz thats who they both work for, that she lies to without hesitation. Im struggling hard to see what Wolf said that was so terrible.  That she’s a liar?  WELL SHE IS and she seems pretty comfortable with it.  Who are me to judge?  That she spins those lies into ash to create the perfect smokey eye?  Who the fuck is she?  Hagrid or Dumbldeedworhwwoeof or whoever? Calm down people, her face notwithstanding, she is not a witch.  It is impossible to change lies into eyeshadow.  That she is a disappointment to white women?  Judging from how they turned out for her bossman, thats a hard sell but hey, even a broken clock is correct twice a day.   Knowing a COMEDIAN delivered all these lines makes it all the more jarring that folks are so upset bout her words. Larry Wilmore literally got on stage and called Barack a nigga. Hasan Minaj literally got on stage and called Steve Bannon a nazi. Stephen Colbert literally got on stage and said Bush did nothing but stage “Mission Accomplished” photo ops. Seth Meyers literally got on stage and said it looks like Dump wears a fox on his head; and compared him to a rusty bird cage; and said he sounds poor; and he would be a joke of a candidate.  He also said that if Barack’s hair got any whiter, the Tea Party would endorse it. These men got on stage and said all of what I’ve cited above and worse.  Yet this fellow comedian cracks a joke about eyeshadow and suddenly the world is adrift.  An administration that has mocked and showed disdain to and for: blacks, poor people, the disabled, mexicans, women, immigrants, Africa, muslims, soldiers, the FBI, hostile foreign agents and his own dumb ass supporters, who he said could watch him shoot someone and still elect him, are suddenly bastions of virtue and are not to be mocked, even though they mock us every, and I do mean every, day with those farces of press briefings and the positioning the media as the true enemy of the state. I wonder what the difference is between Michelle and Larry, Hasan, Stephen and Seth? Just joking…..ITS HER VAGINA.  HER TITS.  HER ABILITY TO THINK AND CRITIQUE EVEN THOUGH SHE HAS A VAGINA AND TITS.  Women are so widely reviled, even by their own that there was no way that this woman was just up there continuing a tradition set forth by her brethren in comedy, who I pray are supporting her this morning.  She had to be doing something way more nefarious, more sinister, more wrong. My love for Shelly from the Southside notwithstanding, this whole we go high thing is some straight up fuckshit.  It allowed the Obamas to look relatively unscathed in the insurmountable herculean challenges they faced on the daily.  The rest of us are free to get our street brawl on and we should, just as Larry and Hasan and Stephen and Seth were allowed to do and Michelle should be allowed to do without all the sad dicks and the women that love them shrivelling up and heading into these innanet streets to riot.  I read a tweet this morning by Jelani Cobb, a fave, that said “civility will not save you,”  and it wont, cuz it hasnt.  Not ever in the history of the world has civility saved anyone.  You can get mad, but it got MLK a rock to the head, but it didn’t give your black ass civil rights,