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This private school entrance is also spatially not in service. I checked.  But when they get it fixed I’m outta here.

Very cool that an Oscar Micheaux  (1920s director and screenwriter, including the 1925 silent Body and Soul featuring a true US hero, Paul Robeson) was issued this summer.  I spotted it at the post office today and had to buy a sheet. Now I just have to sit back, relax, and wait to need to mail something.  And then — look out.

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[image via harlemworldblog.wordpress.com]

“Hi Gangters of Plein Sud Guess What!! We are not moving from this spot.”

I stumbled upon some real-life street theatre in Tribeca this summer and wrote about it for the New York Press, “New York’s Bellicose Weekly Newspaper.” It’s this week’s cover story, To Kebab and  Conquer, about a street fight between a scrappy halal cart vendor and a highbrow restaurateur.

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 Here’s the online version.  Enjoy.

New York Magazine weighs in.

How Serge Becker treats his neighbors and customers.

Gawker writer Brian Moylan trashes Vogue editor Anna Wintour for trying to run Serge Becker out of town on a rail and for saying of him, rightfully (and I speak from first-hand experience), “I know the kind of places he’s involved in and the kind of people that he brings.”  Like I said, she’s exactly right, and he’s been getting away with it and will continue to do so for years.  Follow the [bribe] money.  Becker has a long history of utter disregard and contempt for his neighbors and a pattern providing employment opportunities and hangouts for unrepentant drug addicts and hoodlums. His establishments are little more than glammed up crack houses.  Don’t take my word for it, do your own homework.  

I hate it when a jackass hipster posing as a journalist describes the residents of a neighborhood as “pesky” for not wanting their blocks turned into eternal street parties and crack dens for his over-privileged moron friends.    Damn you, pesky citizens, for not rolling over and playing dead so coke-addled, pretentious suburban kids can live out their NYC glam fantasies and turn your residential block into a shithole.  

Wintour’s dead right about Becker and the crowd he runs with — convicted drug dealers, thugs, crackheads, crooks  – and that’s just the front-of-house staff.  Becker hand picks scum like this to be the public face of La Esquina, then wonders why no one wants him in their neighborhood? Gee Serge, what gives?   Wintour and her Greenwich Village neighbors might be “tony” but that doesn’t mean everyone who wants Becker’s slime pits shut down is in her same income bracket, so stop making sweeping generalizations.  Maybe she just doesn’t want to see her neighbors beaten, dragged, manhandled and have lit cigarettes tossed in their faces. 

Where do you live, Moylan? Please tell us so we can come by and party Becker-style outside your place, ‘k? No complaints, now, junior, or we’ll brand you a NIMBY.

Big Frank bagged a cryptid.

 ”I’ve never seen anything like it,” said Hood County, Texas animal control officer Frank Hackett, so naturally he shot and killed the stray dog.  “It looked ugly, real ugly,” he said, but he won’t go on record as calling the dog a chupacabra.   Can someone please investigate this so-called officer and put him on suspension and for god’s sake take his gun away before he shoots someone? Where’s PETA when they can actually serve a purpose?

Big Jack shows off his meat stick.

Complainant Jack Farr is glad Hackett shot and killed the dog for wandering onto his property and for being ugly, even though “it didn’t seem alarmed by me at all. It almost acted like the neighbor’s dog.”   Meanwhile down the road a piece a rancher also shot and killed one of the dogs recently for walking while ugly.   Now that all three men have proven their manhood and made up for their small penis sizes by using rifles and long pokey sticks on thangs that just ain’t as purty as them, maybe they can go ’round back behind the outhouse, rub their bellies together and make love like true warriors.  

Perhaps these potatoheads took twisted inspiration from North Carolina’s Tim Peeler, my new hero, who tried calling coyotes onto his property and instead got a  hulking sasquatch which also made him feel insignificant and have to reach for his pokey stick, but at least it stopped there and this true mountain gentleman didn’t feel the need to grab his gun and open fire on a creature he found strange and frightening but also ”beautiful.”  Instead he  just “rough talked him” and ran him off.  Good for him.  Take that, Texas barbarians and go, Tar Heels, for knowing how to treat your cryptids.   

Peeler Demonstrates How Best to Handle a Cryptid:  

[photos via yahoo/nbc, video via Youtube]

775 Coffins: Bosnia Marks 1995 Srebrenica Massacre

by RADUL RADOVANOVIC

SREBRENICA, Bosnia-Herzegovina (AP) — Hoisting hundreds of coffins aloft, a line of weeping relatives stretched for at least a mile (1.6 kilometers) Sunday as they honored Srebrenica massacre victims on the 15th anniversary of the worst atrocity in Europe since World War II.

 A whole hillside in the eastern Bosnian town was dug out with graves, waiting for 775 coffins covered in green cloths to be laid to rest at the biggest Srebrenica funeral so far.

Still, that was less than a tenth of the total number of Muslim men and boys executed after Serb forces overran the U.N.-protected town on July 11, 1995, during the 1992-1995 Bosnian war.

…Serbian President Boris Tadic was the first dignitary to arrive Sunday, saying he was coming in an “act of reconciliation.” Some in the crowd yelled “Bravo, Boris!” while others asked “Where is Mladic?” — a reference to former Bosnian Serb general Ratko Mladic, who led the Serb troops into Srebrenica…Mladic and former Bosnian Serb president Radovan Karadzic were indicted with genocide for the Srebrenica massacre by the U.N. war crimes tribunal in 1995. Karadzic is now on trial at the tribunal in The Hague while Mladic is still a fugitive, presumably hiding in Serbia…CONT’D AT ABCNEWS.COM>>

[story and photo via abcnews.com]