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Sunday

Response to "Come On People!"

Amen! Two snaps sista. Or is that out? Perhaps I should be crankin' my Soulja Boy (do I have one?) or doin' the Superman. Speaking of that, 104.9 announced the real meaning to the lyrics of the extremely popular song "Crank That (Soulja Boy)." You all know it. You let your kids sing it. You probably played it at your wedding. Sing it with me now:

"Soulja boy off in this hoe,
Watch me crank it,
Watch me roll,
Watch me crank dat soulja boy,
Then super man dat hoe!"

Heeeeey! Right. Ladies, singing and dancing to this song makes about as much sense as wailing the classic 2000 love anthem, "Beat That Bitch with a Bat." The lyrics to this song mean that when a man can't get a girl to have sex with him, he masturbates and releases himself on her back after she falls asleep. Next, he takes the sheets and covers her up with his "soldiers" still on her. Overnight, his secretion will dry and become gelatinous. If you're a little lost, stay with me now (this is the part where you'd usually be turning the radio up). When she wakes up the next morning, she'll stand up with a sheet stuck to her back like a cape! You should feel proud, gentlemen, you have just "Supermaned dat ho!" Romantic, right ladies. Now many of you may be reeling in disgust, poised to send me some scathing hate mail. Please do. I'll be sure to forward it to Soulja Boy. If you feel that I shouldn't be writing this vulgar material..you shouldn't be playing it!

The fact that this song is No. 1 on the charts is a true example of how our society is declining. We dance to this and play it without ever questioning the meaning. I'm guilty of it too. As a culture we do this on a larger scale every day. We accept the repetitive images that the media shoves down our throats, and we regurgitate it to our children.

The fact that record companies give the radio money to play songs play over and over like this should make you think. The execs recognize that heavy airtime will garner a song's popularity. Do you ever hear positive records playing over and over... No. There is no benefit for a rich exec to empower the masses. It's much more desireable to give an illusion of power (bling, bucks and ballin'), while on a more dangerous subconsciuos level brainwashing the people. No, I don't think it's a conspiracy or that everyone is a racist; it's simply more convenient for those in power to maintain that power. But we are the creators of our own destiny in life, and as powerless as society has made us to feel, we do have the abilty to stop this nonsense.

Now, you might say, the radio just plays what people like! But at a certain point when you innundate your children with mindless crap, you create adults who only like this type of music. It's a Catch 22. Issues like this leave me scratching my head asking the circular question...What came first the chicken or the egg? ... Or the chicken-head?

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