The thing most people don’t realize about Jay Z is that he is the bastard child of a conservative Ronald Reagan and Oprah Winfrey romp. That particular heritage is extremely evident when you look at his neo liberal economic theories and unwavering commercial tendencies: Rich white dudes idolize Rolex – So does Jay Z. Pro consumers lacking taste buds idolize Grey Goose and Patron – So does Jay Z. Without exception, Jay Z has a bigger car than you and the model is also trendier. Fuck you. Without exception Jay Z wore Tims before you did, then stopped wearing them before you did, then started rocking them again before their style came ‘round again. Fuck you. Yawn.

And like Yellowman confirms “if you have a rooster, you must have a hen.” And by hen I refer to that ‘Ye clown, Kanye West for those fortunately not in the know, where do you get off? Secondly, where do you get off? And finally, where the fuck do you get off? Innumerable lyrical rip offs from both contemporary and historically gifted songwriters and rappers ranging from Bob Dylan, Etta James, Tony Starks and others I probably haven’t figured out yet. Since he is not technically a rapper, biting seems not a bother to his fragile ego. His original lyrics are somewhat moving:

Exhibit A (alienating the only people that actually BUY his music (and credibility)):  “LOLOLOL white America, assassinate my character, money matrimony, they tryna break the marriage up.”

Exhibit B: “they say I’m crazy, well, I’m ‘bout to go dumb again, they ain’t see me cuz I pulled up in my other Benz, last week I was in my other other Benz.”

Nas put it best when he demanded [to Jay Z] “how much of Biggie’s rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?” Good question. Anyone else notice Jay Z’s lips have shrunk in recent years. Most people be getting collagen implants to puff up those lips like Angelina, but Jay Z is downgrading. Perhaps he is a trend setter and we’ll be all teeth by 2013?

And now I have to get serious here. What is it with all the headphone difficulties between these two? In at least 14-37 instances, we hear assclown A or B yapping at the producer “yo, turn my headphones up.” Cripes, I got a pair of $15 jobbies from Best Buy and they work fine, plus, I know where the volume knob is. Simpletons.

All in all, the album is the equivalent of listening to your neighbours scronk through paper thin walls; Once you start listening it’s difficult to stop, but if you didn’t hear it you wouldn’t miss it. I recommend Otis and Gotta Have It for a commercial superficial wealth Hip Pop sample of 2011 and the rest of garbage can be drowned in the St Laurence.

They call this hip hop? Read a book. On to the next one.

Jan 9 observation: Add Falardeau to your daily meteomedia checks if you like snow.

And for the river to freeze over yesterday, disallowing a final dip in 2011, I blame the tree.

Finally the inside wave has awaken from its slumber.

Who knows the history of this board? JL does, but for all intents and purposes, let’s assume it sustained repairable damages in a Culs Nuls mob attack on the semi resident as he exited the ocean amidst a sea of top and bottomless Gaston’s and Brigitte’s. Life’s tough for that cat!

Judging by the board’s supple, carving ways I’d guess it’s PU. Or perhaps it’s the water-logged current state combined with epoxy lending those characteristics.

“I can’t sell you this board, JL gave it to the goons” said the man with the red bucket. And it wasn’t PFK. Seriously.

Now lettuce summon river flow on steroids and ice making its appearance in early February or never.

Stay warm.

Thankfully, others came to enjoy the unforeseen flatness and stunning sunrise combo.

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Don’t even think about purchasing this product commercially from Lafleur or Norel – they tend to favour the filler, cost reduction and texturizing properties of hydrolyzed soy protein. C’est pas trop grand maman.

Just knock on Sweetcuddle’s door twice and she’ll share.

And with a drive-by blessing from OG Pierre, we rambled up the shore, leaving only Cypher™ fossils and waded into the mightly St Lo Lo. Another bright and sunny fall/winter eleven day to throw in the heap. And the heap is getting big.

“Now everyone do their rain-dance this morn. Jack the level!”

How rare does good news arrival in via Canada Post walking messenger these days?