Ayo Charlet Duboc how you doin boo boo? Whattup Drake nahmean!

Ayo whattup baby baby! This Big Ghost aka the black Tony Orlando transmittin live to yalls from the island of Staten nahmean. Ayo thanks for the love namsayin. The god is crazy touched by the tribute ya showin a nigga nahmean. Word is bond. Ayo but to keep shit real the god aint really mean no disrespect to the delicate nigga Drake or nothin like that namsayin. But at the same times a nigga gon speak his mind n shit nahmean. Word. Aint no secret that the nigga soft as baby shit namsayin. The nigga be makin Usher look like Kimbo Slice or some shit. The god aint expose the nigga tenderness or nothin that wasnt already shit the public knew bout nahmean. Aint like the god blew the nigga spot up like that. Word. Wasnt like hood niggas was talkin like ayo the nigga Drake a wildcard nigga dont nobody disrespect that nigga or he gon slap the fuckin veins out ya head nahmean. Wasnt like niggas was livin in fear of the corny nigga. Nah nah nah nah muthafuckas knew the nigga was a Calgon nigga from the jump. Muthafuckas could see the nigga was a Charmin nigga nahmean. You put that nigga between two graham crackers n stick him next to a campfire n the nigga gon turn to a smore n shit nahmeans. You slap the nigga five n he gon moisturize ya palms nahmean. I seen pictures of the nigga in the pillow aisle at JC Penny namsayin. Word bond. The nigga breath probably smell like baby powder namsayin. Nigga prolly cry tears of honey n shit. Word. Aint like the god let the cats out they bags n shit. Niggas was well aware he a styrofoam nigga from day 1 namsayin. The nigga prolly rock mittens when he hold a cold drink namsayin. Yalls already know the niggas pedigree. Nigga prolly got the mirror wit the little light bulbs surroundin it in his bathroom. He a fragile nigga. The nigga tender. You squeeze the nigga n Chanel no. 5 gon come out the nigga nostrils namsayin. The nigga manufactured by Gund n shit. Ayo the god aint make none the shit up. Nahmean. Aint like the god gone out his way to convince muthafuckas that the nigga soft. Nah the nigga need to worry bout hisself n not worry bout what Deini sayin nahmean. Nigga go film Ice Age 4 n dont worry bout the god namsayin. Do YOU nigga. But at the same time the god aint mean no harm like that nahmean. The god wish the nigga the utmost success n shit. Word.

Aight peace.

Presentation to the LORD

Today is the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord or the Feast of the Purification of the Blessed Virgin, a relatively ancient celebration. In some places it’s called Candlemas Day. If I wasn’t snowbound, I like to think I’d being going to Mass to celebrate this day. As it is, I said my rosary and I’m having a quiet presentation of my own here at home with my husband and cat.
Reading up about this tradition, I learned that,

‘According to Jewish law, the firstborn male child belonged to God, and the parents had to "buy him back" on the 40th day after his birth, by offering a sacrifice of "a pair of turtledoves, or two young pigeons" (Luke 2:24) in the temple (thus the "presentation" of the child). On that same day, the mother would be ritually purified (thus the "purification").

Meditating on these customs of long ago, I thought about their applicability to my relationship with God today.

It’s been 40 days since Our Lord came to us on that glorious Christmas Day. We awaited Him with such joy and anticipation. Then He quietly stole into our world in the most unexpected and out-of-the-way place He could find, yet still fulfilling all that His prophets had foretold about Him. He came as a vulnerable infant, who could have been refused by His mother, denied by His foster father and slaughtered by His ruling monarch. Instead, His birth was sung by a whole Host of Heavenly Angels, witnessed by God’s chosen few and honored by a celestial event. But really that was 2000 years ago, even if we do relive the event every year when we celebrate December 25th or every time we pray the Joyful Mysteries of the Rosary.

The Mystery of Christmas is all about the celebration of His Coming into this world. But what is the Mystery of the Presentation?

Is it Mary’s purification and mine? Do I join her in praying the beautiful words from the Magnificat, “My spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior because he has regarded the humility of his handmaid.” Unlike Mary, I only pray the next words as they apply to her. And yes, dear Mother of Our Lord and mine, all generations do call you blessed because He that is mighty, has done great things to you.

Yes, that is part of the Mystery of the Presentation. But there is more. There is also Our Lord’s Presentation. There are the beautiful meetings between the Holy Family and the two people, Anna and Simeon, in the Temple, their joy in beholding Jesus and our joy that at least they understand His significance even if all the rest are ignorant.

Jesus has come to earth, a gift to us from the Father and at the Temple He is offered back to the Father in accordance with Jewish Law, in recognition of the fact that He belongs to God. So Mary and Joseph offer two simple turtledoves in payment for you dearest Jesus. I like to think that they themselves are the little turtledoves and Our Heavenly Father was very pleased with their humble offering. He knew His dearly beloved son would be safe with such parents, young as they were, for they had such pure hearts.

And me? Am I only a spectator of all this? Do the mysteries of the Rosary and Our Faith merely offer us lifeless cold images to look at and speculate about? Or do they invite us into the story as a participant in the wonder and beauty of Christ’s relationship with His Church, the Father’s bond with the Son and depth of love in the Holy Trinity?

I believe we are always invited into the mysteries in a personal way.

I have now come to the Temple as well. I come to present all I have. It isn’t much. It is only ... me. If I should be transformed into something which could fly—and Mary and Joseph are turtle doves—I think I would be a flea or a gnat. But whatever I am, here I am Lord. Please purify me, redeem me and accept this, my presentation, on Your Feast Day. Thank you Jesus for the gift of your life and the glimpse into this scene. Please allow me to go deeper into the Gospel mysteries each time I pray.

Health Care Reform

      So now it's 2 and 2...two Federal Judges have ruled against the legislation, and two for it. The Supreme Court will have the final say.

      The main objection seems to be that it is wrong for the Government to force us to buy a product, namely, insurance.

     Then why it OK for the states to force their residents to buy car insurance?

     Is it somehow OK for the states to crush their people under oppressive regulation, but not for the Feds?

     Alabama Attorney General Luther Strange says the same kind of legal rationale that went into the law would allow the feds to force people to "drink a particular kind of coffee".

     And he's a lawyer, so he should know.

Ayo Lyor!

Ayo whattup internet niggas this Big Ghost aka the mighty hand of the god that slapped the cracker that whipped kunta nahmean! Also known as Toby Wallerbees namsayin. Yalls learn ya histories n shit if ya aint followin science right there nahmean. Ayo peace to the nigga Currensy namsayin. Whattup son the god a big fan ya know. I been peepin ya shit for a minute G. Word. But yo a nigga heard thru the grapevines that the nigga got a deal wit Warner Brothers namsayin. Ayo Lyor the god need to holla at you nahmean. Word bond. Ayo the god bumped into the desert nigga Lyor bout two weeks ago namsayin. We was talkin bout this that n the third n boom…I aint know how the shit came up but basically we was on the topic of gettin a nigga over to Warner n shit namsayin. Ayo the god aint know how the shit came up in the discussions n shit but the desert nigga Lyor told the god he aint had no room on his rosters for no new artists like that nahmean. Ayo at the time a nigga aint really react to the shit to cool. Ayo the god condones that. Word thats the god fault namsayin. I condones that nahmean. A nigga threw a couple chairs through a couple windows n shit. The shit happened n I aint gon front like that. It was mostly the god doin the throwin n shit. Lyor aint really cause no actual problems of that same degree like that namsayin. Or maybe the nigga did n the god aint really see it but the god cant confirm that shit or nothin. A nigga was escorted outside n shit. I aint really seen what Lyor was doin by that point. Word. But i admits that. A nigga punched a couple trees outside n shit. A couple niggas kids was kicked in they stomachs n shit. Word. I admits that. But bein that a nigga aint really feel like the desert nigga Lyor was lookin at the bigger pictures n shit a nigga was feelin disrespected nahmean. Ayo the god approached the muthafucka wit the utmost honor n shit G. Thats real talk. Ayo the god explained a niggas position namsayin. Niggas at Def Jam cut the god promo budget in half 3 years ago for a new microwave in the lounge n shit. Word. They aint upped the budget since that time tho nahmean. Ayo n as a reasults of they cuts the Apollo Kids joint aint really move the types a units a nigga accustomed to neither. A nigga had platinum joints n shit nahmean. Niggas in the hood be approachin the god like ayo Toney when you gon drop another classic for the street niggas namsayin. N the god be tellin niggas ayo matter fact the god joint in stores right now G nahmean. Yalls can cop the joint either at ya local record outlets or on iTunes for yalls mp3s n little zunes joints n shit namsayin. Word. So congratulations to that nigga Wiz Khalifa on signing that deal n shit. Like I said the god respect the nigga hustle n shit. But yo. Lyor thats ya own demons thats gon haunt you now nahmean. Ayo the god got cherubs on his shoulders when he put his head on his pillow at the end of the day nahmean. I aint gotta weep like that namsayin. N it so happen that if the god do shed a few tears n shit the babies wipe a nigga eyes dry n shit. A nigga in the presence of angels when he slumber namsayin. You got to think about ya moves n shit Lyor cos at the end of the day niggas is playin chess n you makin yahtzee moves nahmean. Niggas aint bringin no poodles to a dog fight like that Lyor. You aint gon stagnate a niggas like that nahmean. Aint nothin that need to be ironed out son. A nigga peeped ya moves G. Imma take ya rook nahmean. They throwin grenades in the salad nahmean. We eat those. Word.

Aight peace.

High praise for The Alabama-Made Sonata

.....the made-in-Alabama Sonata is a thumping bound to the front of its class.... this is the first car Hyundai has sold in America that’s so good and so keenly priced that any buyer shopping in its market segment must seriously consider it. It’s the first unavoidable Hyundai.

Great review of the new model in today's NY Times.

Ayo Rae got butter knives for all yalls pillowy niggas n he gon expose yalls feathers n shit nahmean!

Ayo whattup its the Great White Shark aka Brother Starks nahmean! Ayo the god was high atop his throne on Olympus when a nigga seen the bat signal up in the clouds nahmeans. Ayo the gargoyles that sit in a nigga palace begin to utter the words BROTHER STARKS BROTHER STARKS YA PEOPLES AWAIT YOU NIGGA NAHMEANS…n yo a nigga hop upon his pegasus wieldin a lightnin bolt nahmeans. Thats real nigga shit. These faggot next generation niggas aint be doin no colossal shit like that namsayin. Nah these niggas hop out they little bunk beds they be sharin with they brothers or sisters n be callin niggas for rides namsayin. But ayo bein that this some fly shit that the brotha Rae cooked up for yalls on his stove n shit a nigga had to bless this joint n make the shit real official namsayin. Word yo n me n the brotha Rae was workin on a joint project together last year namsayin. Lotta yall niggas aint know nothin bout that tho nahmean. Ayo the shit was gon be called Iron Chef nahmeans. Word yo IRON CHEF. N yo this shit gon blow yalls wigs back but the joint was originally gon be called Watch The Thrones nahmeans. Thats Watch The THRONES namsayin. N yo yalls niggas already know that the nigga Ye n that nigga Jay got they album comin out with a similar title n shit. But yo me n the chef had that little title first nahmeans. Word but yalls already know the god a nigga that like to appropriate correct grammars n shit when he be doin his thing. Hence the usage of plurals n shit. Meanwhile the niggas Ye n Jigga be on some singular shit namasayin. Now I aint sayin they on no homo shit but how 2 niggas gon share 1 throne nahmeans? Ayo the gods had 1 throne a piece but these niggas on some stingy shit only coppin 1 throne namsayin. Niggas gon sit on that muthafucka side by side? Word bond. Or like how that gon look when yall know that that nigga Jay gon definitely be sittin in that muthafucka. Meanwhile the nigga Ye gon be standin next to that shit? Nah yall do yalls own algebra but Im tellin yalls niggas that some peculiar shit right there namsayin. Word bond. So yo me n the nigga Chef we done recorded bout 200 or so joints n we was only gon pick the the best 8 joints namsayin. Cos the shit was gon be a EP nahmeans. But we knew that if we did 200 joints that they wasnt all gon be fire. But if niggas chopped the heads off the less potent joints we was gon have some quality shit. Word yo the shit we put together was some phantom of the opera meets Tron shit. Which yall already know sound kinda familiar nahmeans. Yo the god aint even gon say it. But yall know that HAM shit sound a lot like what a nigga be talkin bout right now nahmeans. But yo niggas had lightning bolts n thunder sounds n shit. Word yo n the nigga RZA cooked up a beat that had 30 baboons on the hook! From Angola n shit. Word yo nigga had baboons from Angola in the booth screamin n boxin each other n shit. Shit was wild son. Matter fact them PETA niggas show up n confiscated the monkeys n shit. Niggas sent a cease n desist joint to prevent niggas from usin the joint n shit. But thats neither here nor there. And bein that the nigga Andre Harrell got his little relationship wit Jay n Ye n them niggas of a higher precedence than my shit with Rae the niggas got the jump on niggas wit they shit. But ya know…niggas aint mad or nothin so we wish niggas prosperity n shit. Word. Yall have that title. The Iron Chef joint tho yalls niggas cant conceptualize no shit like that. Nah cos yalls would be some shit like ‘Ye-Z’. That muthafucka aint got no special ring to it namsayin. Word yo I aint even gon say no more.

Aight peace.

Ayo the Detox song titles the god suggested word bond!

Ayo by the way the nigga Dre aint get back to the god yet so.....ya know....prolly gon happen soon namsayin.

Ayo whattup internet niggas its that nigga Ghost Deini aka Big Tone Soprano namsayin. Ayo this nigga Dre a legend in the game n alla that namsayin. N yall already know he respect the Clan n shit too nahmeans. Word yo. Ayo a nigga just eatin his tortellinis n shit jus doin his thing n alla that when that nigga Alvin hit the god on his jack n told me the Detox joint was actually comin n shit. N yo the god be lovin that nigga Dre albums as much as the next nigga namsayin but yo…the nigga need better titles on his joints n shit nahmeans. Ayo pardon that cos I aint tryna step on the nigga toes n shit. But yo a light bulb just went off in a nigga head nahmeans n yo I seen that shit in a vision nahmeans. So I gets my peoples to get in touch wit Dre peoples so the god could propose a nigga ideas to that nigga Dre so on n so forth namsayin. We arrange a sit down at Interscope offices n shit n word the shit was on niggas. We fly out namsayin. N yo we walks into the board room n alla that. Dre up in there along wit Jimmy Iovine n a couple other snow niggas namsayin. So yo the god makes his opening statements n shit n address the ladies n gentlemen of the board namsayin. A nigga puttin on a professional demeanor n shit. A nigga usin lots a hand gestures to emphasize my points n shit n keep they attentions n shit nahmeans. Word. So I put together a list of 20 song titles for Dre to go through n use at his discretions n shit nahmeans. Ayo this is priveleged info n shit nahmeans. These Interscope legal department muthafuckas had the god signing waivers n confidentiality agreements n shit nahmeans. Word yo this some classified shit my niggas. Word yo the god took a oath n shit to not speak on the project in any shapes or forms whatsoever nahmeans. So I figures aight then a nigga wont really talk to nobody n shit but Imma let a couple my internet niggas know on the low tho. So keep this shit to yall selves. These the titles of the 20 or so joints thats pending the nigga Dre approvals n shit. Ayo the god also advised that nigga to keep features down to a minimum n shit namsayin. But yalls already know theres certain niggas that gotta be on that nigga Dre joints. So without further ados peep the shit. Boom.

1. Lavender Pajamas Intro (feat. Ghostface)

2. Golden Panda Fury (feat. Eminem & 50 Cent)

3 The Mighty Swordz of D.R.E. (feat. Ghostface)

4. Porcupine Hurricanes (feat. Snoop Dogg & U-God)

5. Cinnamon Stallion Heart (feat. Ghostface & Raekwon)

6. Shadow Baboons (feat. D-Block & Wu-Tang Clan)

7. Slap A Horse (Ghostface Solo Joint)

8. Watermelon Darts (feat. Method Man, GZA, RZA & Masta Killa)

9. Algebra Coke Diagram (feat. Ice Cube, Cappadonna & Inspectah Deck)

10. Leather Unicorns (feat. Ghostface)

11. We Eat Whole Trees Niggaz (feat. Ghostface)

12. Slap Boxin Wit Gandhi (feat. Theodore Unit & Sun God)

13. African Wizards (feat. Wu Tang Clan)

14. Ayo Whattup (feat. Ghostface)

15. Ghostface Meets Dre (feat. Ghostface)

16. Kill Yallz (feat. Paula Abdul)

17. We Gon Eat Ya Heart Nahmeans (Ghostface Interlude)

18. Ravioli Nigga Cartel (feat. Ghostface)

19. Imma Fuck Ya Broads (feat. Ghostface)

20. Waltz Of A Thousand Midgets (Ghostface Outro)

Ayo yalls mighta already noticed but the god threw in a couple ideas for features n shit. Ayo a nigga really hope this shit gon happen cos that nigga Dre looked at a nigga real real serious like he was thinkin bout that shit while a nigga was talkin. Nigga just kept wrinklin his forehead n squinting like he was tryin to see the gods power point presentation better n shit. The nigga Dre just kept lookin at Jimmy Iovine like listen to this nigga. Like he was thinkin this nigga makin some brilliant points n shit. Word. So yo this shit is prolly bout 90% done n shit. Niggas just gotta wait on paperwork n for that ink to dry namsayin. Word.

Aight Peace.