These niggas ain't shit, girl...

 

 

“Niggas ain’t shit!” “I’m too strong for these weak ass men.” “All I need is me and my kids.” “Niggas only want them white bitches because they’re weak just like them sorry ass niggas!” “Niggas only stick around for a place to stay, then when he get on first thing he gets is a white bitch!” “Ya daddy ain’t shit!” I’ve heard all these phrases waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many times growing up. And I know every black male from the age of 35 and down has heard these words being shouted from the mountain top by a Nubian Queen.

 

 

            Where does this stem from? Ain’t shit niggas, feminist movement in the 60’s, society being accepting of children being born out of wedlock, and welfare & grandma playing the role of pappy.

 

 

            Ain’t shit niggas doing our Queens dirty and the Nubian Goddess not being able to charge Twan to the game. Instead every nigga she comes across has the same characteristics as Twan…in her eyes. Ladies, no man wants to fight an uphill battle right off the bat in a relationship. Brother trying to take you out on a date and you bringing up how Twan only took you to McDonald’s and made you pay for everything. “You probably just like Twan cheap ass.” Aaaaaaand that’s why you’re single. You know Twan is somewhere laid up under another hardworking Queen living like Kings he ain’t thinking about you, boo boo. Let him go and open your heart.

 

            Operation “Divide and Conquer” took full effect with the feminist movement during/after/cause of the Civil Rights movement in the 60’s. The black woman was not in the back, but right by her man’s side while he marched/attacked fighting for rights for PEOPLE of color. Then the white women get “inspired” by the progress of the Civil Rights movement and here comes the feminist charge…smh. The black woman didn’t have no problem with her man and the black man didn’t have any problem with his woman, but feminist movement didn’t really make any strides until sisters were recruited. Before then all they were doing was going bra-less and growing out body hair. So sisters started acting a plum fool at home and forgot all about the good of the people. Now brothers are like, “what the fuck?! We lost Malcolm, Dr. King, the Black Panthers and yo’ black ass talking about letting your p*ssy grow a fro cause you want equal rights?!” “You won’t cook me a meal after I have been at work for 10hrs straight being called a nigger by my boss? Cause some elbow titty’d bulldagger with a mustache said so?! I’m out of here!” Truth be told there wasn’t any unity within the feminist movement between sisters and white women. While my sisters are still on that black feminist sh*t their so called white sisters in the movement have settled down with a Nubian God, Operation “Divide and Conquer” is a success.

 

 

            With the black man and woman at odds only time they got along is in the bedroom. Now it’s socially accepted for a black woman to raise kids on her own. So she’s screaming everything that was in the intro of this blog raising lil soft, gay, or bitch made boys. Little kings are hearing these things and only having women in their lives are naturally gonna take on some of those “strong” feminine characteristics. I have said this many a times QUIT SHITTING ON MEN IN FRONT OF YOUR KIDS!!! And I don’t care how tough grandma is, she can’t fill the shoes of a father. The government can’t play pappy either. If the dusty nigga ain’t tryna be in his kids life, charge him to the game, forget about him, and his dirtball ways.

 

 

            “But AB aka Double aka Omaha Hostage, what about these niggas choosing white women?” What about it? For every brother choosing a white woman there’s 20 more vying for your attention. I don’t give a damn about race mixing. We wouldn’t have President Obama or Tia & Tamera if race mixing were illegal. There’s only the human race in my eyes. Sisters get so caught up throwing shade and shitting on the brothers with other color women they don’t notice the other color brothers checking them out. Please kill that whole white women are docile/weak argument. Nah, I’ve had some and my boys have had some dramatic ass white women. At the end of the day men just want a woman who knows how to be a woman no matter the color. Maybe y’all should open up to other races.

 

 

            Now you’re asking, “Double, how do I be a woman?” Peep the previous blog, boo. I don’t want my sisters to get all butt hurt and go Honey Boo Boo (y’all know she’s making fun of y’all right? That shit ain’t cute, its new age blackface entertainment) on me. If you’re offended good, it means you got some work to do. Niggas ain’t shit…ahhhhh the shit(in my tales from the hood voice)

 

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McChicken for President

           

              So I went to the Chi to check out some apartments. Yeah, I’m thinking of making the move out of the glorious state of Nebraska. I took the Greyhound to Chicago and that had to be the most uncomfortable ride…ever. First off, I made the mistake of sitting in the back by the restroom. People kept walking by bumping my damn seat and most of all the smell of 20+ people shitting in one stall, fam, bruh, dawg….NIGGA! Then second of all I had two midget lucha libres sitting behind me acting all fidgety. I didn’t sleep once I saw both of them go into the restroom together, I don’t know if they were secret lovers or went inside to shoot up. I believe the latter cause they came out geeked up! Walking up and down the aisles, mofos couldn’t sit still, bruh bruh. I got the Megabus back thank GOD ALMIGHTY, fam. Cleaner, double decker, more leg room and free wifi. Anyways, so after I touchdown in the Chi my stomach starts talking to me. It’s 6:30am and I head straight for Dunkin’ Donuts to get a couple of strawberry frosted donuts and orange juice please. After my DD fix I check out the bus schedule to see which busses ran south to peep out some would be apartments I found on Craigslist and ForRent.com. My stomach is still scratching my back. So I see the golden arches, LaaawdHaaamercy! I go in and order a good ol sausage egg and cheese McGriddle. I sit down to eat my McGriddle and there it was…

 

            Staring me right in the face like an Optometrist, “It’s Back and Only $1.” With a picture of the McChicken!!! Nigga what?!?! The good people of Chicago were deprived of the McChicken? This can’t be life, kemosabe.  Ahwuuuuuuuuh?! The McChicken is the official chicken sandwich of the after-hours crowd. Niggas know about that “I only got 3 $20’s for the club and I spent $10 to get in and blew $45 on the cute girl and her ugly friends buying em all long islands only to get her @ name on twitter and her instagram handle, my gas tank been on E for 4 days lemme throw this $4 in the tank to make it home and to work for the next week, Now my stomach growling and I gotta buck left and a dime in the ashtray for a McChicken life.”

 

            Also the McChicken has been the official sandwich of the working class and “middle class”.  I put middle class in “” because we know that it doesn’t really exist…haves and have-nots. The McChicken works miracles for the poor. One can feed two toddlers, one can feed a teenager, or adult woman, it might take two to fill up a grown man but hey that’s just $2 plus tax. Hell, one time I only had some milk and a box of chicken helper fettuccini alfredo and a total of $3. I drove right down to Mickey D’s and got two McChickens no mayo diced up that faux chicken breast and made the best damn alfredo known to my black ass, fam.

 

            After watching the conventions I'm conviced that the muthafuckin McChicken will do more for the working class than O’bama or Romney. If the McChicken could run for President I’d vote for it, just as long as the caramel sundae is on the ticket for Vice President.  Feed the streets, bruh, aka “McChicken for President.”

 

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Grind Hard like a Rusty Gear

 

It’s been a minute since I’ve blogged, but I’m right back at it like I left something. I’m gonna speak on grinding, now you’re asking, “but, A.B. what is grinding?” Well, grinding simply means working hard and putting in overtime. Now that that’s out of the way lets speak on grinding and how to correctly grind, bruh bruh.

 

                So I’m gonna start with the negative…this ain’t grinding, fam: Grinding is not chilling at the crib and collecting that government money when you’re an able bodied person. That’s a hustle and a damn slow one at that. I don’t wanna see any more tweets, FB updates, or Black Planet updates speaking on your grind if you collecting guvment checks. My nigga, grinding ain’t chilling at ya baby mama’s house playing Let’s Dance on the Wii, waiting on her to break you off 3 $20’s for the weekend. Hey boo, grinding ain’t sucking and fucking for rent…wait never mind do whatever you can to keep the lights on. To these quarter of a quarter brick weed men:  grinding ain’t selling a couple of nicks so you can cop a 10 to blow away the stress of being a “heavy weighter”.  Graduate, bruh bruh.

 

                “What if I fall in to all of those categories, A.B.?” There’s hope for you yet, playboy. If you collecting those gubment checks, you got two choices, A: get a job and still collect those checks for a couple months pulling in double income or B: Flip that guvment/gubment money. “How do I flip deez gubment chex, A.B.?”  Here’s a few ways: Cop a jalopy from Craigslist and resell it for more. Go thrifting and place those items on eBay and let them sell themselves. With the rise of sneakerheads hit the Finishlines, Champs, Niketowns, FootActions, & outlets, cop kicks and resell em at a higher price. Those are just a few ways to flip that gubment/guhment munny. If you’re chilling at ya BM’s waiting on those 3 20’s ain’t no hope for you, fam. You still got that little boy allowance mentality. You ain’t trying to grow up until it’s too late and you on the MAT bus riding around to different temp services being a victim of ageism. “Uh, Oh, Um, Tron you’re 62 and you don’t have any job skills.”  If you out here f*cking for rent: be safe and get checked on the regular, boo. Niggas, if you out here f*cking for 4/$5 banquet dinners and DirecTV, you might as well hit the track or Craigslist, cause you selling yourself short. Be all that you can be, gigolo. For the 1/8^th of a brick pushers, graduate, fam. How do you do that? Keep slanging that oregano and catnip. Sleep with one eye open, same clothes for 3days straight, and believe in your product. Before you know it, you’ll have your own corner runners.

 

                I know this shit is entertaining but if you’re really trying to jumpstart your grind just keep these tips in mind courtesy of Tariq Elite:

1.       Research The Goal and write down every detail of your plan.

2.       Never Fear Failure

3.       Do not compare yourself to anyone in the field you’re going for.

4.       Keep a Positive Mindframe

5.       Remember Past Successes when you get down and doubtful.

6.       Take time for complete silence aka meditation.

7.       Block out Media Scare tactics

8.       Think of new ways to execute

9.       Do not pile too much on yourself

MOST IMPORTANTLY STOP WISHING/PRAYING (GOD helps those who help themselves) AND MAKE IT HAPPEN

“We chasing money like hide & seek, anything we find we keep, on the road to riches, making bold decisions, gotta choose a choice and I chose to get it…at times it feels impossible, but I’m Tom Cruise, I’m on a mission.”  -Q.B.

***Always remember the point of grinding is to come home with more money than you started with…

 

 

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YOLO Global

One Try.

"Now she want a photo, but you already know though, you only live once, that’s the motto, nigga YOLO…”

            What inspired this blog was the fact that I was wondering, “When the hell is that joint mixtape from Drake and Rick Ross dropping?” Then I was like do the people who follow pop culture and are sheep know the real meaning of YOLO?  We all know it means You Only Live Once, but let’s take a look at some scenarios of YOLO misused shall we?

            You shouldn’t use YOLO if you tryna decide between copping a pair of Retro J’s or paying your light bill. I mean think about it do you really wanna be sitting in the dark with some phresh kicks on? Oh my bad you got a couple of burfday candles, one “lady and the tramp” stick candle, and three glade joints, YOLO!!! Nigga’s, having romantic lit rooms when the fam or his boys fall through…f*ck outta here! Tryna save face only inviting the bad bitch you attracted with ya new J’s over in the day time. “Um…why ain’t my phone charging?” “Awww girl, you know my outlets be trippin’, YOLO”

            Now you’re asking ya self, “I need another situation where YOLO is used incorrectly.” I got you, fam.

            Have you ever used YOLO as an excuse to do hoodrat stuff with your friends, like the YOLO ambassador Latarian Milton? You know the lil chubby 7 year old kid that took his people’s SUV out for a spin and then a few weeks later whooped his G-Ma in the Walmart deli cause she wouldn’t get him some yard bird, YOLO. So before you sit around on some Dead Presidents plotting type sh*t on how to knock over ya local credit union, think about ya leather cheerios’ virginity. No one likes rape and that’s what happens in prison…rape, Tom Dubois was right. And you doing a 15 year bid screaming YOLO in the showers and screaming YOLO while you share ya commissary cookie with resident He-She named Twan. “I had to what I had to do to survive, my nigga, YOLO!!!” I mean ask ya self, “Would I rather be judged by 12 or carried by six?” If ya answer involved any variation of YOLO è“Shit, nigga, I’m down for anything!” “LEGGO!” and the big one, “NIGGA, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, LETS DO IT!!!” There’s no hope for you, fam, bruh, dawg. Don’t use YOLO as an excuse for criminal activity.

            YOLO is bad for ya health if used in the wrong context, besides rape and death by lethal injection or jail shanking…there’s ya sexual health. YOLO can’t be an excuse for you not buying condoms and being out here dicking down Keisha with the phat ass and collection of Jordan heels. “Shit, this 12 pack of Magnums the same price of a value meal at BK…Im hungry, YOLO.” Now ya belly full and Keisha got ya dick full of blisters. The gift that keeps on giving, not love, but herpes. Nas warned you about “*** with the Iverson jersey ***** **** with herpes”, but y’all weren’t listening, YOLO.

            Ladies, YOLO isn’t an excuse for you to run through lil crip crip and his crew…AT THE SAME DAMN TIME (turn the pitch correction on I need to sound like Future)! You got a dick in ya puss, one in ya mouth and both of ya hands cupping balls AT THE SAME DAMN TIME! Why? Cause lil crip crip had that new peach ciroc and was rocking some retro J’s, but ya phone couldn’t charge (see what I did there?), so you couldn’t call ya homegirl to talk you outta the crip crip fuck fest. So the only thing popped in ya head was, “You only live once that’s the motto, nigga, YOLO!” thanks to you only listening to Power 106.9 who plays The Motto 12 times every hour.  I know some ladies have that fantasy of taking on multiple men and being pleasured for hours by them, but here’s the kicker: none of them niggas in lil crip crip crew believe in rubbers, they’d rather spend that magnum money on BK. So luckily you didn’t contract on STD, but now you on Maury testing four niggas for the paternity of your K.I.D. YOLO. Lil crip crip ain’t paying for no kids, boo thang.

            You only live once means to seize your life. A lot of the times we live for other people. Think about this: there are a lot of people in the grave who spent their whole life working for someone else’s dream (peep the mission statement next time you clock in at work) instead of chasing their own. Now I’m not telling you to quit ya job just because you’re not your own boss. You need to earn a living but make that money work for you. Let that money fuel your dream, no matter how outlandish ya dream may be go after it. Channel your inner child and use that childlike belief to your advantage so that you will never lose sight of your dream.  You’re never too old to be what you were meant to be. YOLO. That’s the fucking motto.

Editor’s note: I “*” Ike cause that’s the name of my brother from another, he need to ride on Nas for that disrespectful line or sue for defamation of character. And I “*” light skin due to my allegiance to the “Yella Nigga Coalition” we don’t slander our own, word to my freckles.

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Does she hold you down or slow you up?

“Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve/Sisters work hard, bitches work ya nerves…”-Jigga Man.

            So I’m listening to Bitches & Sisters when this blog hit me. I’ve been in and witnessed heaux ran relationships. Straight up sprung off of a heaux. So hopefully this blog will help all my fellas that are blind in the heaux matrix to open their eyes, yo. I want you to step outside of your relationship and have an “outside looking in” perspective of your relationship.

            If she’s not helping you progress then she’s causing you stress. Ya queen should be ya cheerleader, not an opponent. Just keep that in mind, fam. The blatant disrespect that us men put up with, is some sh*t out of a science fiction novel. It seems like guys are too shook to let their nuts hang and set their queen straight. Women want a MAN, why do you think all these fake lesbians are laid up under a Waka Flacka Flame look alike in some Air Jordan fusions? Cause that dread head heaux is more of a man than your sensitive ass, fam.

            Do you have to baby sit ya queen because she X’s out of twitter or Facebook when you’re near her? Leave that heaux, but take that Acer Netbook you bought her for yawl’s 2week anniversary.  I can bet her DM’s are filthy on twitter. Her messages on Facebook probably consist of when the next local rapper can run a train with his crew in YOUR twin bed. She ain’t worth the stress, got you poppin blood pressure pills cause she put on her Jordan heels and jersey dress.

            I made the mistake of dating a chick who had “nothing but male friends because she didn’t get along with females.” My dumbass was like oh that’s cool she’s like one of the guys. This heaux would ditch me to play video games with niggas. Me, being naïve was like aw ok that’s whats up. Maaaaaan, this heaux was slapping skins with old jitney driver looking ass niggas. Bruh…fam…dawg…nigga. Most disrespectful sh*t I have ever endured. And the reason she didn’t have female friends…chicks couldn’t trust her around their men. So fellas, ALWAYS be cautious around the heaux that has nothing but male friends. Even if she isn’t giving up the nappy dugout, all of her straight male friends just waiting for you to f*ck up and hope that she’s so emotional distraught that she will tell one of them to dive deep. Niggas is savages, yo.

            If ya queen is checking for ya friends…leave bruh bruh. If she insists on answering the door in boy shorts and a spaghetti strap tee with no bra while you’re in the bathroom battling ya bowels…leave her. Any respectable woman will put on a robe at least and inform her king if his friends come at her sideways and check him. She shouldn’t be texting ya boys either without your knowledge. And if ya queen got numerous dick pix in her phone that ain’t yours…she’s gone. She bussin it open on facetime and skype for some nigga who rocks Arab middle of the mall jewelry, my condolences.

            Then you got the nightclub heaux. She’s always out with her girls and leaving you stuck at home with an empty stomach and wallet. Comrade, its ok for her to have a girls night out but if its every night…check her. You keep ignoring her girls night out and 9months later SIMILAAAAAAAAC *in my TUUUUUUU CHAINZ voice. Don’t be that “crying ass, no matter what, Maury I’m taking care of that baby even if it’s not mine” nigga.  But also don’t be that “emo ass Joe Budden Ordinary Love Shit I’m beefing with my girl, Flex, drop a bomb on her” nigga. Let her fly, she don’t want a stable life, she still in the mode of figuring out what she wants and needs to experience life SINGLE.

            Now you’re asking, “A.B. what is a good woman?” Well, pleighboi, (hits Birdman hand rub) a good woman has a few key characteristics:  Independent (Webbie voice is in my head word to Rocsi) she makes her own $$$, doesn’t need to be babysat, and is self-sufficient to a point (guys love to come in and save the day).  You don’t need a woman who seems to fall to pieces whenever you’re not around. It’s nice for her to miss you though. Sexual, I don’t know about y’all, but there is nothing like a woman who is comfortable in her sexuality. She likes to be pleased and she likes to please. Attraction is key: whenever you see her, you want to jump on her, whether at home or at Best Buy in the home theatre section. Beauty, she damn well should hold your attention, I mean, we men are visual creatures. BUT most importantly she is comfortable in her own skin and takes pride in her appearance for herself. If you are lucky enough to find a woman like that, let her know how you appreciate how hard she works to look good, yo.

            Respectful, she respects you, your career, your family, and most importantly herself. She doesn’t clown you in front of your people, she waits until it’s just the two of you. To gain her respect you need to be on point and don’t have “New Nigga” characteristics. “What’s a ‘new nigga’ A.B.?” (peep my previous Blog: Bitch Made). She lets you be a man, I ain’t talking about lampin around the house smelling like onions and old bus seats, I’m talking about letting you have ya boys over to watch The Spurs run all over the Western Conference! And she’s only interrupting to see if you’re doing ok on drinks and snacks. This is a two way street, you gotta fund her shopping sprees with her besties or leave her the hell alone if its girls night at the palace. Remember if her besties are men, you let that heaux  fend for herself, fam.  She gets along with fam and friends, so important and self-explanatory.

            She loves you, no question about it, she loves you for you. She’s able to tolerate your bad habits like farting in public no matter if it’s a smoke grenade or operation devastator. The way she looks at you lets you know how much she loves you.

            Most important (well tied with she loves you), She makes you want to be a better man. I don’t know if you have ever had “I do this for her” feeling. It’s like GOD put a battery in a back and you can’t fail or the equivalent of getting a Mario Star running around the planet feeling invincible. It’ll have you doing things you never thought you could accomplish. It’s a beautiful thing, yo.

            In conclusion, if she is causing you heartache as well as a headache, leave. Now if the headache consists of her nagging cause you’re working part time, hollering at heauxs on twitter, and living that PS3 life, she has a right to nag.  Don’t question ya queen and reference my blog if you are out here being the walking version of Nick Cannons’ platinum hit “Gigolo”.  And remember:  get that wild child out ya system before you start a relationship, crisis avoided.


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Bitch Made

         I feel like an old man shaking his fist on his porch yelling nonsense to the younger generation. I really don’t like what I see in pop culture and those in my generation (80’s babies). Hell,  90’s babies and late 70’s babies, also. I feel like the Male is an endangered species. So many “men” take on the characteristics of strong women that raised them that they forget what an actual man is…I’m not going to go in to the whole straight/gay debate, f*ck that. Omar from The Wire nipped that gay stereotype in the bud. Moving on to the point I’m trying to make is this new nigga sh*t is not gonna fly if you want to make it in Amerikkka.

            HipHop inspired this blog, I was reading about the Rihanna slander courtesy of Chris “Beat Em Down” Brown & Aubrey Drake “I Shed Thug Tears” Graham.  While reading about their lyrics from a couple of songs degrading her, all I could think is “New Niggas” have no chill factor. Shock factor? Nope. Was I impressed? Hell no.

            You may be asking yourself, “But, AB what is a ‘New Nigga’?” A new nigga doesn’t have anything to do with age. I know some old “new niggas”. A new nigga is this new breed of ass hanging out the top of Jordache jeans wearing coons. The type to fist fight a woman because she said something slick. The same nigga you see in the middle of the dance floor poppin his “bussy” harder than any chick in the club. The type of nigga that sends questionable text messages like, “Hey”. Nigga did you just “Hey” me?! Nah, fam. Same coon that gets excited when the DJ plays “ass, ass, ass, ass,” and recites Nicki Minaj’s whole verse. Y’all get the idea.

       

     Where did this non-masculine attitude come from? Lack of father figures and powerful women raising us. Yes I said us. My pops wasn’t there for me, but I had League Basketball and mentor programs(Thanks, Mom). Enough about me. Those are the main sources if you ask me. Young boys sitting up under these women listening to that, “Ya daddy aint shit, these men aint shit” rhetoric turned in to bitch made new niggas. To my queens in the single parent struggle don’t kick that rhetoric to ya prince. He will grow up unsure about himself and fail to develop in to a self-sufficient man.

            Fellas, look in the mirror and ask ya self, “Am I a new nigga?” “Do I mooch off women?” “Do I run whenever real niggas come in to the spot?” “Do I blame all of my struggles on my baby mama?” “Have I ever fist fought a woman?” “Does the top of my jeans stop just below my ass cheeks and ball sack?” “Do I have a Barbie chain that I copped from the Arabs at the middle of the mall kiosk?” “Can I cut the cake better than Rihanna?”  “Do I worry more about what the next nigga thinks, instead of these women?” “Do I own a hello kitty iPhone case?” “Do I consider myself an E-Thug?” (Electronic Thug). “Do I only drink light beer to watch my figure?” “Do I own a Lisa Leslie WNBA jersey?” “Do I get wet when a new Drake song leaks?” “Do I know the names of all of the basketball wives as opposed to current NBA players?” “Do I prefer Moscato over Henny?” “Do I shed thug tears when life becomes too much?”

            If you answered yes to any of the above questions, you sir are a new nigga. Don’t shed a thug tear just yet, there is hope for you. Look in the same mirror that you asked the new nigga questions and say, “I AM A MAN, NEW NIGGA!!!”  “I REBUKE YOU, NEW NIGGA!!!” Then proceed to be a man. “But AB, what is a man?”

MAN CHARACTERISTICS:

·       A man lays claim to who he is and what he has.

·       A man looks out for children.

·       A man listens as opposed to hear.

·       A man knows the difference between what’s important and what isn’t.

·       A man doesn’t gossip and he rations his words.

·       A man is strong

o   No complaining

o   No pettiness

o   Firm

·       A man is focused.

·       A man knows the importance of family

o   Blood

o   Organization

·       A man knows his word is his bond.

·       A man strives to be a role model.

·       A man makes his own fortune.

o   No handouts

o   No Charity

o   Rule 40-Despise the Free Lunch

·       A man doesn’t look like a woman.

·       A man keeps his house in order

o   Cleanliness

o   Stable Home Life

·       A man can defend himself.

Boom. There it is. This sh*t doesn’t happen overnight it takes years to be the complete package. New nigga don’t fret just keep re-reading this blog if you find yourself twerking to Superbass. Peace and may the man force be with you, son.

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