PoP Ombudsman Responds To Recent Criticism

Recently I have received a number of comments/emails from folks who are unhappy with the coverage at PoP. Some ask why I’ve stopped focusing on Petworth? Some are just hate filled. I’ve never really understood how a blog like PoP could generate such hatred. I think it’s a fairly innocuous site. The site is constantly evolving. I live in Petworth and as long as I do the site will be called the Prince of Petworth or PoP. As difficult as it is for some to understand, it is just a name. And a goofy one at that. But, really, it is just a name. This blog obviously covers issues and neighborhoods citywide. I try and write about development, restaurants, architecture, real estate, quality of life issues and other things that I find interesting. Fortunately most of this material resonates with the readers.

No disrespect intended, as I’m always sad to lose readers, but if you decide not to read anymore don’t feel like you have to announce it in the comments section. Especially if you are anonymous. Quite frankly, nobody cares if “anonymous 3:14 pm” reads it or not.

Now you’ll forgive me if my native New Yorker comes out here but I have a bone to pick with Amanda Hess from the Washington City Paper. She writes last Thursday: “Burning question! Why employ a “guest blogger”? Get your own blog! It’s easy!”. She then goes on to criticize the great work done by Julian on “The Restaurant” piece. Well first of all, I find it ironic that someone who is writing for a group blog asks why use a “guest blogger”? Actually, Julian’s a contributor, just like Amanda is a contributor to the City Desk blog. Personally I like the City Paper very much but I’d like to leave Amanda with a refrain from one of my favorite Beastie Boys songs:

“And if you don’t like it then hey fuck you!”

Sincerely,

Dan Silverman
PoP Founder, Ombudsman and Intern Coordinator

Actually all of the lyrics would apply. Full lyrics after the jump.

Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
Look give it back you’re wicky wack
With your ticky tack calls didn’t touch you at all
I didn’t touch your hand man you know its all ball
You sold a few records but don’t get slick
‘Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You’ve been in the game, your career is long
But when you break it down you’ve only got 2 songs
MC’s are like clay pigeons and I’m shootn’ skeet
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC’s but you’re garbage men
Takin’ out the trash when you pull out the pen

And if you don’t like then hey fuck you!

I read about you up on page 6
They was trashin’ your ass it’s sad you’re getting dissed
Now talk about your face now don’t get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak

It’s gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I’ve got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
‘Cause I’ve got more rhymes than Carl Sagan’s got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
You’re hearing me and you’re like “oh my god its Sasquatch!”
I’m walkin’ on water while you’re stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit

And if you don’t like then hey fuck you!
So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself

Sucker MC’s it’s me they’re resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
The truth is brutal your grandma’s kugel
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don’t ask me to wine and dine ya
I’m from Brooklyn you’re from Regina
You’re like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You’re just yellin’ and wildin’ wondering who I am
With those lies you’re telling you look like Toucan Sam
But my style’s impregnable like the Hoover Dam

And if you don’t like then hey fuck you!