I linked up with my dude Gamble a couple weeks back. Gamble was in town for the 2x/2x Hip Hop festival. Gamble and I are both in IOK. Gamble is one of the more high profile graffiti writers who painted the 2x/2x Fest. The Cincy writer has painted streets, festivals, museums, galleries and television programs.

At the fest, Hery/Gamble/Cents rocked a technical, but finessed, gray scale that boasted the depth of artistic nuance without sacrificing the energy of graffiti. The rest of the wall had a formidable mixture of RA/Droids/PBJ/ESE who represented various parts of Ohio. This presented a collage of the past 20 years of Ohio graffiti. 

It was kind of funny that Ender snuck in before the event, rocked a burner then went back to wherever. Ender is a Columbus native but is constantly laying down work while traveling.

There was another mural on 11th Ave. To view this mural one walked past a portrait of LeBron James. This provided perfect anchoring seeing that LeBron just made everyone in Ohio proud by keeping his promise to give Ohio the title.

"In politics stupidity is not a handicap."--Napoleon Bonaparte

Are we really any different than ancient Rome?

You know what the hell I'm talking about so let's cut the bullshit.

We have entered Juggalo political hell, where the Screech Owl on the Left doesn't need Juggalo face paint and Daddy's Little Juggalo on the Right scares even Pittsburgh's evilest bad clowns. I went to the RNC last week. Talked to a lotta people left, right and center and not a single one of 'em isn't in a grim place about this election in this time in America.

Let it be said Thursday night, Public Square in Cleveland, anticipated epicenter of Protest, USA, was one of the most relaxed, mellow even joyful scenes of Americans not particularly angry with each other. Political opposites were actuallytalking to each other.

Festiveness reigned, silly signs of protest were carried straight-faced ("Cargo shorts are sinful"). Free hugs were plentiful. Maybe one anti-Trump guy went Juggalo Detroit. But a free hugger calmed him down. Nice.

Ain't No Love In The Heart is back for some election commentary, because you can take the boy out of the swing state... This piece was written before the DNC. We'll get to Hil-dawg next month.

On the night Hillary Clinton became the first woman to accept a major party’s nomination for president, I was watching a drama about women whose lives are decidedly less fulfilling.

Dancing at Lughnasa is a Tony Award-winning memory play set in a remote Irish village in the summer of 1936. Though it’s narrated by Michael Evans (Brian David Evans), an adult looking back on his childhood, it’s set in a household of women.

Michael’s mother, Christina Mundy (Kat Bramley), shares the home with her four sisters. Together, they eke out a tenuous existence, as only oldest sibling Kate (Katherine Scholl) has a steady job. But economic problems brought on by the Great Depression seem to weigh on them less than their social isolation.

Ohio Governor John Kasich is suspected of giving Dayton and Ohio a black eye by pulling the plug on the presidential debate.

And once again, the “poodles” in the Ohio press corps could not bring themselves to hold Kasich accountable. The “reporters,” who have let Kasich skate on spending Ohio tax dollars on his failed presidential campaign, merely recited the story line given to them by officials at Wright State University instead of holding the governor accountable.

The September 26 debate was to be the first of three featuring Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. The smackdown was likely to set audience records, not just in the United States but around the world, and have great impact on the election outcome.

But no more. It was moved to Hofstra University in New York in a surprise announcement by WSU President David Hopkins on July 19.