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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

This Game Sucks!

The rapper, "The Game," aka: Jayceon Taylor, aka: Charles Louboutin, on his Twitter account,





came up with his own version of a "flash mob" incident which he thought everyone might enjoy, including the cops.

The Game chose to use his Twitter account to solicit someone for an internship position he had available.  He posted phone numbers on his account for people to call and apply.  The phone number he posted was for the LA County Sheriff's Dept., Compton Division. Right there, the rules of The Game just changed.

Why anyone would want to associate themselves with this sorry ass piece of shit, I'll never know, but being a rapper or drug dealer seems to hold some kind of fascination for blacks....some whites even, who idolize people like this.

As what will happen when you have over 500,000 Twitter fans enamored with this guy, they will call the number and apply for the job.  This so over-whelmed the Sheriff's office with unnecessary calls, they had to call in additional support help to answer the phone lines.  Not only that, but you've interfered with emergency services personnel who need to be dispatched to real life and death situations.

First rule when you call the police is that 911 is NOT the number to call for EVERYTHING.  How many times do we have to tell people that?  There is a direct non-emergency line for a reason.  911 is life or death. Chances are pretty good that the same people who answer the 911 line are also the same people who answer the non-emergency number.  Some well meaning citizens just as soon dial the non-emergency number instead of 911 because they are just used to it or don't feel it justifies the 911 emergency explanation. Erring on the side of caution is better than abusing it.

Shortly after learning of the problems he caused, he posts this on his Twitter account, "Yall can track a tweet down but you cant solve murders ! Dat was an accident but maybe now yall can actually do yall job!!!!"
Second rule of The Game, don't piss off the police and insult them.

He then dismissed it as a practical joke gone wrong. It was a pretty long winded explanation that any rookie cop would see through and say, "Uh-huh." The Game blamed it on his unidentified friend who allegedly made up the number at random.  (Yea, I rolled my eyes too.)
From all accounts, that Twitter account entry remained posted for almost 12 hours before it was eventually taken down.

It took The Game a bit to realize he done f'd up! I'm sure a publicist or assistant whispered in his ear that there is a distinct possibility he could have his picture taken in an orange jumpsuit. Now, he's issued a public apology, showing no remorse or contrition...more of a take it or leave it kind of attitude.

The state of California has 3 different misdemeanors that they are considering charging The Game with.
I don't think they should hesitate with that. His actions were thoughtless and selfish.  Both he and his unidentified friend should be charged with at the very minimum, one of those laws.
Accident or not, ignorance of the law is no excuse.  Hell, ignorance in general is no excuse.

Here's an idea, they should just haul in their thug asses for being ugly in a pretty zone.



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

They should fine the hell out of him, cover the cost of the "accident" at least.

Older School said...

You know, money means nothing to these thugs. Hell, being in jail seems like some badge of honor to them. I'd rather see them doing something beneath them like wearing an orange jumpsuit in public and picking up trash. Something to demean them and make them think twice. I say "them" because I think both he and his friend are equally guilty of being more stupid than a crack head.