Death seems like kind of an extreme alternative

Impetus: Residents of English Avenue, near the site of the new Falcons Mercedes-Benz Stadium, express their staunch unwillingness to sell their properties in light of potential progressive development

Honestly, I’d take this whole campaign a whole lot more seriously, if it weren’t called “Unite or Die.”

Unite… or die?  Death, as a result of not joining others in a subjective cause?  That seems kind of extreme, and under the right (or wrong) circumstances, potentially extremely illegal.

Seriously, it sounds as absurd as the old Nintendo game, Skate or Die, and about as silly of a premise there as well.

Delving a little bit into the Unite or Die campaign and their subsequent website (unlinked, because I don’t really want to promote something that can be easily Google’d), I get what they’re trying to do.  The voice is a little too black militant and tiptoeing a little too much on the racial fault line for my comfort, but I understand their goals and objectives.

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Oh, Atlanta #543

Wince-worthy: Atlanta’s HIV diagnosis percentages compare to, wait for it, Africa.

This is pretty much the face I made when I read the headline; just the headline.  Not just any old part of Africa, but the Third World status parts of Africa.

Like, I know it’s a serious issue, and AIDS shouldn’t really be a laughing matter, but come on now.  Busting out a story like this is just begging for all sorts of criticism, but given the fact that depending on whom you ask in the media, there’s no such thing as bad publicity, WSB is swinging at some pretty low-hanging fruit at releasing an article like this one.

It’s no secret that Atlanta is a city with an extremely heavy African-American population.  But then to go and seek out scientific evidence that a predominantly African-American area actually share one of the less reputable stereotypes about Africans in Third World Africa in general?  That’s some fucked up shit, man.

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Jorb update

If there are any things at all that I miss about my old job, I can think of two things:

  • My old Macbook – seriously, that thing was a beast, even if the impetus for having it meant that I was capable and expected of working remotely during hours not considered work hours more often than necessary, I miss the hell out of it.  It was stronger than what my new job has provided to me, and a monumental majority of 2015’s brog posts were written on it.
  • The commute – I did not have to touch a single interstate in order to get from point A to point B.  Sure, I worked on the moon, relative to the rest of Atlanta, and dealing with the red light district known as Fayette County was infuriating, but I still made it home and back consistently within 20-30 minutes.

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Oh, Atlanta #266

Long story short: waitress at crappy Atlanta Mexican restaurant addresses concerns over the presence of a noose hanging in the kitchen, ultimately gets fired for complaining.

I love the choice of words used in the CBS article

what appears to be a noose

Uh, make no mistake, that’s a noose, no matter what angle, direction or way you look at it. I don’t think it can be mistaken for a pulley or a windsor knot or some sort of special rope tying method used to unearth a tree stump or something. It’s a noose, specifically used to hang people – to death. Snap their neck, asphyxiation, doesn’t matter.

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Don’t worry, nobody wants to be Charlotte either

I love to rag on Atlanta as much as the next Atlantan, because Atlanta truly does a whole lot of stupid stuff and makes a lot of terrible decisions.  But when the day is over, it’s kind of like mom jokes, where the royal we, are allowed to make them, but the royal you, AKA people who don’t live here, cannot.  At least, not without occasional retribution or expectations of defense.

Some Charlotte, North Carolina blogger has decided to take it upon themselves to speak on behalf of the population, declaring what the city must do avoid becoming like Atlanta.  Their extensive list is three bullet points big, one of which holds some weight, one of them shoe-horned in to give their list some fluff, and one an obvious personal gripe.

Yes, it’s embarrassing that Atlanta has as big of transportation woes as it does, and we’re all aware of all the racial, bureaucratic and money-driven reasons to why such exist.  Next, it’s amusing to dig up intel of a drought that occurred nearly ten years ago as justification to water concerns; a modicum of research might show that part of which was due to the state basically selling surplus water haphazardly, not to mention the city’s Department of Watershed is operated by crooks and incompetents which has lead to legions of backpay and high rates.

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It’s still going to remain Murder Kroger

Long story short: Kroger on Ponce de Leon AKA “Murder Kroger,” to undergo massive teardown and reconstruction as fancy-schmancy office building.

The biggest flaw of this whole idea is the fact that a Kroger is going to be re-built into this supposed mixed-use office/commercial space.  If Kroger just sold the property, and closed up shop, would it really only be feasible for the Murder Kroger moniker to really die (no pun intended); and even then only the most grasping and dedicated folks would continue to refer to the property as something that doesn’t exist there anymore.

But keeping a Kroger on the patch of land known as Murder Kroger only solidifies the fact that it will remain being called Murder Kroger, no matter how modern, how chic and how new and clean the eventual new mixed-use space will be.  The city can put the nicest, most cleanest and shiny new businesses in the heart of Ponce, but it doesn’t change the people that go to it.  Without fail, hipsters will shop at the new Kroger, still making sure to remind their friends that this is still Murder Kroger.

The funny thing is that even after the reconstruction of the place, all it’s going to take is one more killing in the parking lot, to remind everyone that it’s still Murder Kroger, no matter what manner the environment actually looks.  And given the fact that there’s been four deaths in the past 25 years in this one parking lot, it’s only a matter of time until another unfortunate demise occurs there again, irregardless of its surroundings.

I mean, what did you expect?*

*could easily have been titled “Oh, Atlanta #239”

Surprise of the century: community concerned that a rap video by a “red-hot Atlanta rapper” going by the name “Young Thug” is promoting violence.

Who would have imagined that a rapper going by the name of Young Thug** would produce a rap video that glorified violence?

**I’m pleasantly pleased to see that it’s actually spelled “Young” and not “Yung.”

Who would have imagined that said rap video by said rapper would depict such activities like, robbing a bank?

Who would have imagined that in said bank robbery, a security guard and “at least three hostages” would get shot?

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