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The Sanford Strangler: A Shocking Florida Tale!

August 19, 2014

Once upon a time, in the infamous Florida city called Sanford, there lived a young man named Harrison. A time existed when Harrison loved gangsta rap, especially 90’s gangsta rap. He requested the music all the time.

Harry

Many people already know about George Zimmerman, a white Hispanic who shot and killed Trayvon Martin, an unarmed black teenager. For awhile, Zimmerman wasn’t arrested. During the time civil rights leaders marched peacefully through Sanford, Harrison changed. He turned anti-rap.

racism and harry

If you look at the second quote, you’ll see something about hip hop based around violence, drugs and sexual abuse. The irony of this? Before his anti-rap stance, Harrison was arrested for domestic violence by strangulation.

As you can see in the next photo, Harrison wasn’t too fond of Travyon Martin, either.

Hurry Regal's Big Mouth

After all this, guess what happened? The same guy who badmouthed Trayvon Martin and hip hop was arrested for strangulation AGAIN! Yes, according to arrest records, The Sanford Strangler may have struck again!

Has he gone to prison? Has the charges been dropped? This blog doesn’t know. Still, it definitely will give updates about…The Sanford Strangler.

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Another Idiot Uploads a Blackface Photo on Instagram

March 15, 2014

Yesterday, I happen to visit Instagram.  What do I see?  This pic showing, exaggerated, stereotype, black faces.

Black face instagram

At first, I definitely was offended.  Before writing this blog, I asked friends about it.  They came to the same conclusion; this shit is offensive.

By the way, a friend pointed out the Pulp Fiction character’s name is spelled “Marsellus Wallace”.

As some folks may have easily blown this off, there’s more to it than this.  You see, I know the guy personally.  In Sanford, I used to DJ in his mom’s bar.

A year ago,  I had a falling out with the place.  Business was running slow.  (From what I was told, it still is.) Despite sales dropping all over, I was personally being blamed for the Tuesdays and Wednesdays I DJed there.  Plus I was being blamed for the one Friday of the month I DJed there.  For some reason, the bar owner blamed me for playing gangster rap.  First of all, despite all the cursing and sexist lyrics, none of the songs I played were gangster rap.  In other words, no lyrics involved violence.

Where did the owner get the word “gangster rap” from?  Her son complained about me playing it earlier. My humble guess leans towards her learning that word from her son.

Seriously, check out these two videos. Does this look like rap music running people out of the bar?

Oh yea, I didn’t always play hip-hop either.

To even illustrate more bullshit, a night actually did center around rap music.

Dirty hip hop flyer and 90s music

This was at the bar’s previous location.  A film festival happened that weekend.  On this night, not only did my biker friends show up, the mayor of Sanford showed up too.

Sanford Mayor Jeff Triplett posing with black sanford resident

Could it be the patrons deserted the bar because of bad customer service?  For years, folks complained to the bar owner about her son.  I can remember that since 2010.  Yet, now as of September 2013, she finally got rid of him.  By that time, I had already quit.

Still, whether he still works there or not, the damage is already done.  Knowing her son as the main reason people stopped attending the bar, the bar owner chose to pick on me and rap music.  She even gave him my Wednesday night.  Then, after that, she told me he was making so much money.  Yet, patrons told me a far different story.  The bar was always nearly empty.  Plus he always closed early and headed to another bar, a bar he currently works at.

Observe this exchange.  I scribbled out the name to protect the innocent. Patrick Scott Barnes is me. I DJ on the left.  This was in 2013.  Check the calender for that year and you’ll see 1/16 was a Wednesday night, the nights I used to DJ.

Empty bar

He across the street

Mr. Closing-At-12 is the one in the middle. This is at the other bar.

West End pic

After my observation, my friend agreed.

West end dead too.

Back in March 2013, I quit Tuesdays also.  In May, I received an e-mail showing a fight had taken place on Tuesday.  I guess this was the crowd the bar wanted all along.

fight at little fish

When I charged racism before I quit , both the bar owner  and her son found my words having no base.  Yet, check out her son’s wonderful prose on racism.  By the way, Hurry Regal and Harry Reagan are the same person.

racism and harry

Remember, this is the same guy posting black faces on Instagram.

Him and I used to get along.  Yet, when the publicity over George Zimmerman brought attention to Sanford, he turned into an asshole about race.

Hurry Regal and Al Sharpton

Hurry Regal's Big Mouth

All right, here’s my confession.  I can take part of the blame for “nigga” .  Because some patrons were fans of the show, I used to always quote Boondocks.

“Nigga, you gay.”

Black folks saying that, white people start saying it too.  Still, most white people in their right mind know not to repeat that word.   White rappers Eminem and Macklemore never used that word.

Yet, way before my conflict with the bar, I stopped saying it.

During the peaceful marches in Sanford, some folks complained about Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson, saying they were dividing the city. Even some business owners voiced this.

Yet, here is some dude walking among Downtown Sanford people,  and only about two called him out on his bullshit.

Also, as he mouths off about violent music, might I add he has a criminal record for domestic violence? No wonder he supports George Zimmerman, him and George have something in common.

Does this mean I believe the city of Sanford is racist?  Sanford is no different than any other city.  Just like in most cities and towns, you have both your idiots and decent people.

UPDATE:  I RECEIVED THIS E-MAIL ON FACEBOOK.

Harry's email

Oh well, here’s a past email from his mom. This was 2013.

Don't play rag email

By the way, all metal music doesn’t run people out of the bar. Check out the third video on this blog.

Actually, she’s referring to a night when some dudes kept asking for death metal all night. True enough, that did piss people off.

I guess everything was my fault. Oh well, check out the next e-mail. A past open-mic host sent the bar owner an e-mail.  The bar owner sent a copy of the letter to me. I scratched out the letter writer’s name to protect the innocent. He defends his friend. Yet, he lays some nasty blame on the bar owner.  This was 2012.

Your bar is badly run

Will I get another nasty email? Who knows.

Hoping DMX Beats the Fuck Out of George Zimmerman

February 5, 2014

According to TMZ, George Zimmerman plans to box rapper DMX during a celebrity battle. After Zimmerman’s killing an unarmed kid, I hope DMX pulverizes the fuck out of him. DMX represents the scary black man many Americans labeled Trayvon Martin, the kid Zimmerman killed. Personally, I wish Zimmerman’s opponent was younger, a true representative of Trayvon Martin. Still, DMX will do.George Zimmerman Versus DMX

Whether it was legal or not, the night Zimmerman followed Trayvon Martin provoked a conflict. That alone was grounds for manslaughter. In the beginning, I don’t think Zimmerman intended to kill Trayvon. Yet, his stupidity led to an unarmed kid being killed. All Zimmerman had to do was keep his ass in his truck. Yet, his desire to play police officer pulled him out of his truck anyway.

After being found not guilty, Zimmerman still kept acting the ass: caught speeding, twice called on for domestic abuse and posed in a gun shop. Now, he wants to box.

Seeing all this, my eyes beg for the sight of DMX’s fists pounding George Zimmerman’s face over and over again. I desire seeing pain in Zimmerman’s eyes. I don’t want a quick knockout like Mike Tyson’s heydays. I wish for a bloody fight as Zimmerman’s eyes puffs up and nose bleeds.

Notice I don’t wish for death. True enough, my wish is disturbing. Yet, wishing death lowers me to the level of the man who killed an unarmed kid. DMX kicking George Zimmerman’s ass fits the spot.

Trayvon Martin’s Death Flashbacked My Teen Years

December 31, 2012

Note: With my new iPhone, I traveled my old stomping ground to illustrate this story.

When I first heard the details of the Trayvon Martin killing, my mind flashed back to Fern Park, Florida.   There I lived in St. John’s Village Apartments.

St, John's Village/Magnolia Groves

St. John’s is now called Magnolia Groves.

For those who have been living on a deserted island, 17 year-old Trayvon Martin was shot dead by 28 year-old George Zimmerman.  Trayvon Martin was coming from the store.  George Zimmerman claimed self-defense for killing an unarmed kid.  This happened in a gated community in Sanford.  Sanford exists a thirty minute drive from Fern Park, and is my hometown.   George Zimmerman is half-Latino and half-white.  Trayvon Martin was African-American.

Trayvon Martin being a 17 year-old African-American inspired my flashback.  Starting at 17, I liked to walk around at night.

Fern Park at Night

I rarely stayed out late.

Sometimes, I went to the store.

Store in Fern Park

 

As Trayvon possessed a taste for Skittles, my taste leaned towards Red Hots.

Red Hots

 

Of course, I had my run-in with cops.  I was a young black male, already assumed guilty before I received  a fair trial.  My most memorable incident happened at this spot, located near the store.

Spot where cops harrassed my ass.

 

Mind you, Fern Park isn’t the hood.  It’s the sub-urbs.

I was nineteen at the time.  Wasn’t doing a damned thing but taking a walk.

A cop car pulled up and stopped  in front of me.  Two white cops stepped out.  Both were middle-aged I think.  One held a huge flashlight, huge enough to knock me in the head.  In a friendly manner, they asked for ID.  Then, they called my driver’s license in.  I behaved because I kept visioning the flashlight knocking me in the head.

After learning I wasn’t a criminal, the cops  soon let me on my merry (and scared) way.

Months later, I just happen to run into a paralegal.  After telling him about my incident with the cops, the guy told me my civil rights had been violated.

This is why I flashback when I think about Trayvon Martin.  He reminds me of my own teenaged years.  As of this writing, I’m forty-three.  Thinking about my teen years, I sometimes wonder if what happened to Trayvon Martin could have happened to me.

 

Fern Park at night. Abstract.