The P is for Pajamas.

First of all, allow me to extend my apologies. With the coming of my new album, I realize the greater portion of my posts have been rap-related.  New song this, download that… I assumed as a reader, you would also be interested in the awesome music I make. I shouldve considered your feelings. Instead,  I was entirely too preoccupied with reminding you that , NEIGHBORHOOD KID COMES OUT FEB 23RD!  PLEASE BUY IT AND VALIDATE MY TALENT AS A MUSICAL ARTIST…ahem…anyhow, Im sorry.

With that said, I’ve decided to introduce a new segment to this site. I know, in many occurrences, I’m more often than not, readily eager to point out the bigotry in people.  Mostly white people. Its kinda like playing “I Spy.” And, I totally understand, there’s a “you people” in office now, and we’re a post-racial society…but,  for whatever  inexplicable reason, I just always feel like every white person still got a little Rosewood in’em.  Except for John Mayer. John Mayer is tight! But, let it not be said that Haji P is so ig’nant that he cant give people the benefit of the doubt. That’s where you come in. From now on, when I think somebody is trying to tell me “these is whites only pies,”  I’m just gonna smile, write it down and let you decide…was that racist?

for example…

Last weekend, me and a friend of mine (of the caucazoid type) went to a bar in SF.  We stepped outside to the patio, where the scenery was clad with pirate guidon’s. We met a man and his dog, the man was also of the caucazoid type…the dog, was of the mangy variety.  If I had to guess, the man was probably in his early fifties…but years of alcohol gave him the dampening presence of a gentleman in his late thousands.

For the most part, he was pretty amicable about explaining the meaning behind the symbols on the flags…and something about how Barry Bonds and Pinoccio laying on a rubber headstone had some type of broodingly deep meaning ( he couldnt decipher what… but he was very adamant about it). Mid-conversation he looks at his dog, who was playing in the plants, and shouts for it to stop. Then, after scolding the dog, he gives it a lamenting stare , sighs and says….”f*cking ni**er.”

Now, I ask you…was that racist?

I mean, its not like he called me the N-word (nigga…with a hard “r”). He was addressing the dog. That makes it okay, right? Or…should I just add him to the list of  deer hunters, people that wear Hollister and waitresses who assume I’ll be having the chicken plate (of whom I think are all racist)? You tell me…I’d hate to lose a potential friend because he would never want a scooby doo to date his daughter.

Thanks a bunch!

Sincerely,

Conspiracy Brotha P.

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