I don’t know if this happens to anybody else so frequently, but I go through moments where my mind travels through various and sundry realms causing me to start a thought with Halle Berry and ending up thinking about the Cuban Missile Crisis or the Bay of Pigs Incident.

Knowledge is power. So, such as the case, I decided to just share. You’re welcome.

Oh yeah, Happy Cinqo de Mayo. Everybody hug a Mexican and then dap them up for whooping some French ass back in 1862.

-I think next week here at JGT Headquarters, I’m going to make it Hip-Hop Week. For a week straight, I’m going to do hip hop related posts. What that means is that I’m doing mostly personal hiphop related stuff, such as my 10 favorite hiphop albums of all time, which is a much harder undertaking than you might realize. Envision trying to find the cure for AIDS. That’s how hard it is going to be for me to do this. I’m just saying be prepared. I might even rev up the old rusty radio blog over there to the right and throw in some music to work to. I’m sexxy.

-You know what amazes me right now? It’s this notion that Lil Wayne AKA Weezy F. Baby (please say the Baby) is this lyrical, supernice rapper and shit, when in truth: he is not. He’s all swagger now. Have you actually listened to his past few singles? I mean he is saying pure and utter nothingness, but it sounds good. Now, on his past album The Carter (the first one) he was on some super lyrical shit then. Hell, it’s in my car right now and I’m actually impressed by his wordplay. Now…his rapping is about on par with them Laffy Taffy niggas, except he has the personality and swagger of Jay so its okay. And the Fireman song…not hot. That shit was the anti-hot.

-I have a confession to make. I only ask that after I make this confession, you don’t view me differently, nor judge me solely on this one admission. Peaches and herb, nigga. Peaches and herb.

Anyway, my confession is as follows: I, Panama Dontavious Jackson, not of the Gary, Indiana, Jacksons admit that I hereby like Nick Lachey’s song “What’s Left of Me” and further, own a copy of his new album, which I find to be actually pretty damn good. Seriously, I didn’t realize what a good songwriter he really is.

At this point, this admission should not be so strange given that I have admitted to liking: Omarion, Ray J, You Got Served!, Baby Boy, Hillary Duff, Brandy…well, I suppose you get the point by now.

-I also like Jagged Edge.

-I’ve gotten some strange emails lately. Apparently some people take the shit that I say on this here corner of the internet literally at all times. The problem that presents is that some people actually take offense AND TELL ME ABOUT IT. I guess nobody learnt them about me and folks taking offense to me. Well there are two ways I can handle that: 1) I can attempt to curb some of the statements and comments I’ve made (which have been rather tame by my past standards); OR…2) I can do what I’m going to do. Say fuck you and keep it moving pimpin’.

Shit, I just told you what I was gonna do but haven’t actually done it.

*clearing throat*

Fuck you. I’m gonna keep it moving.

“…quit trynna censor music this is for your kids amusment/but don’t blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace/you should have been watching him/apparently you ain’t parents…” -Eminem, “I Never Knew”, The Marshall Mathers LP

-Marriage season amongst my friends is kicking off at the end of this month and I couldn’t be happier. I have no less than 4 close friends of mine getting hitched this summer and one of my boy is finishing up a Ph.D. in Biomedical Engineering. Talk about overjoyed? I’m so happy I pledge to get at the VERY least tipsy at each one of the events that I attend. At my boy’s Ph.D. graduation…I’m getting drunk. Who knew black people got married and got Ph.D.s? Not me. I thought we all just had kids out of wedlock and stayed dumb for extend periods of time.

-Speaking of going dumb…I want somebody to stop trying to beat me over the head with “hyphy” music. For those not in the know, it’s a music style out of the Bay area in Cali. You know what the problem with hyphy music is? Come a little closer to the screen so you can read my words very loudly. You there? K.

THERE IS NOTHING EVEN REMOTELY DISTINCTIVE ABOUT IT. It will not catch on as a national trend because it doesn’t sound any different than shit else coming out of the South. And do you know why that is?? Come a little closer again.

BECAUSE LIL JON IS THE NIGGA PRODUCING THE DAMN SONGS.

The biggest commercially successful hyphy songs were done by Lil Jon. Further you know your shit isn’t distinctive when in every video, you actually put the words hyphy so people will realize that what they are indeed listening to is hyphy music. Oh, and that’s pronounced “hy-phee”. Hell, Keak Da Sneak, one of the “kings” of hyphy put the damn definition up on one of his videos. Not a good sign for hyphy. Just stop. Nobody had to put the word crunk in videos…it was just understood. And it had a distinctive style.

-Speaking of Kead Da Sneak, is it me (for the people that actually know who he is, I’m aware it might be 2 people outside of the Bay area), or is he the most non-intelligble rapper ever. To this day, I haven’t been able to understand a damn verse of his. The funny thing is, I’ve had people tell me they like him, further proof that rap is more personality driven than it is about actual rapping. I think its time for Andre 3000 to drop that album with dogs wailing in the background to platinum success.

-Though I really like the song, “Go Dumb (The Hyphy Version)” by E-40 and Keak Da Sneak. I might be committing rap blasphemy by saying this, but I HATE E-40. You will never be able to convince me that he is a good rapper. Especially not with lines like this:

“Jesus Christ had dreads so shake ‘em/I ain’t got none but I’m planning on growing some…”

…further, the liar is sitting in a barbershop chair getting his hair cut in the video. Good times.

-PSA: If you have a MySpace page and you’re a government official, do not put your name, phone number, on it and do not cavort with 14 year old girls in Florida in attemps to get some underaged nookie. You migth be actually cavorting with an undercover cop. And you might go to jail while the local DC news shows you being taken out of your home in the middle of the night like you’re a black person who did nothing wrong.

-Happy Friday and remember to go hug a Mexican and take a shot of Tequila!