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A snowy good evening to you, Sisters and Brothers.

Sometimes its our artists who pave the way for us to come to understanding.  Sometimes, the message of prophets comes out of the mouths of seemingly unlikely sources.  Whether it is the straight up of Peter Tosh telling us of the Down-Pressor, or Rage Against the Machine giving voice to righteous anger, or Public Enemy reminding us, once again, to Fight the Power, the message is there.  I can hear some folks asking, "Rev, isn't this just music, something to dance to?"  Sure, we can all dance while we are grooving on the infinite possibilities of what we can bring about.  Even our most esteemed Brother, Mr. George Clinton, would impart the beauty of "The One", that unifying solid anchor of the funk beat.

But, my Brethren, the discussions of the last few days have brought me back around to the oily voice of the Down-Pressor and the tool of the Demon that we bring into our own home.  Yes, Brothers and Sisters, I am talking about television.  I can riff on the detrimental effects of television until I am as blue in the face as Papa Smurf with his head in a plastic bag, but the riff would fall short.  I do not believe that anyone has captured the true nature of television like The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy.  

So here, my Brethren, is a the classic statement on the bozone machine.  The Rev would like to give a tip of the Rev Lid and a huge shout out to Brothers Michael Franti, Rono Tse and Charlie Hunter for laying this most tasty track down back in the day.  I know most of you have heard this gem, but give it another listen.  For any of our Brethren who have not feasted their ears on this tune, now is the time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA5faeCGg-w

Now is also the time, most beloved Brethren, to remain strong, be kind to one another, and send the Down-Pressor packing!  Strike a Blow!