Dolla dead?

And who really cares?

Apparently another so-called "rapper" was shot today. This time it was some punk from Atlanta who decided to go to Beverly Hills, California. "Dolla"--real name Roderick Burton--came up with memorable raps like "Who The Fuck Is That?", "I'm Fucked Up" and Good Pussy". His loss will be...
Well let's be honest--it'll hardly be noticed at all.

This is what we call a "misdemeanor homicide". It's one where the value of the victim was worth less than $300.

I'll save my sympathy for young men who stay in school, get and keep jobs, and stay off of drugs and booze and otherwise out of trouble but get killed for no real reason, usually by some drope-smoking, career-criminal knucklehead who thinks that "Dolla" and others like him set the standard for what the youth of today should try to be like.

And I'll remind Dolla's fan base and peers that no one ever got shot (or arrested) for singing too loud in the church choir or living an honest, respectable life.

Stupid is as stupid does

So according to this story out of Houston, Texas, a man shot and killed himself when the loaded gun that he was twirling on his finger discharged and blew his brains out.

Police say a man who co-owned a southwest Houston recording studio was found dead in that studio after playing with a handgun.

The 30-year-old man, who Houston police has yet to identify, was twirling his gun while in the studio and the firearm discharged leaving him shot in the head.

The studio, located on the 12,700 block of Medfield near Dairy Ashford, was used primarily to record local hip-hop music.

So he was a "rapper" Why am I not surprised. For whatever reason, the "culture" that springs up around these knuckleheads always seems to involve guns even though many of them are convicted felons, and I've yet to meet or even read about a rapper who had enough brains to come in out of the rain. Yes, it's all very well and fine to make up rhymes about raping women, selling drugs and killing police officers, but it doesn't take a lot of smarts to sit around all day doing it. I guess they get bored after a bit and move on to dumber stuff, like playing with loaded guns. My eight year old nephew knows better than that. But I guess that my eight year old nephew is (was) smarter than the late Michael Francis.

Someone on a message board I was perusing said that he hopes that this sort of thing doesn't continue--we might run out of rappers. But running out of rappers would be like running out of diarrhea--virtually impossible but if it ever did happen, I doubt that anyone who mattered would mind.