CNN–Boston Marathon bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev has told investigators his older brother Tamerlan was the driving force behind last week’s attack and that no international terrorist groups were behind them, a U.S. government source said Monday. Preliminary interviews with Tsarnaev indicate the two brothers fit the classification of self-radicalized jihadists, the source said. Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, wounded and held in a Boston hospital, has said his brother — who was killed early Friday — wanted to defend Islam from attack, according to the source. The government source cautioned that the interviews were preliminary, and that Tsarnaev’s account needs to be checked out and followed up on by investigators.
Sigh of relief, for now. Obviously, the investigation isn’t close to being over. But the first response is everything I would have expected and more: A self-radicalized, sociopathic Islamic Fundamentalist who first turned on the United States after having been denied a spot on the US Olympic Boxing roster/full American citizenship and then convinced his brother to hop on the killing of innocent Bostonians train. I’m sure the other amateurs involved will be revealed in the near future.
Look, I’ve understood the emotional dichotomy surrounding those who actually knew Jahar; when you’ve hit the prom, wrestling practice, the showers, Angelo’s pizza, whack ass parties, etc. with a kid who never in his life appeared predisposed to sociopathic tendencies, the shock of his resorting to such destruction is baffling. But in times like these, my friends, social media becomes a platform of infuriating, untruthful personal opinion. Why? Because it gives every idiot in the world ability to publicly express unadulterated stupidity. And in this case, we saw how social media allowed ultra-liberalized, close-minded, far from objective, members of my own city to preach conspiracy theory nonsense geared towards proving Jahar’s innocence. Again, I get it, these two violent aggressors, from previous social interaction, do not necessarily fit the credentials of a terrorists in years past; Its not linear, its not perfectly clear. Nonetheless, for Cambridgeans to refuse to look beyond their own personal accounts and reflect upon the ACTUAL evidence because, in their mind, no one from a city of unheralded diversity could EVER commit mass destruction is embarrassing. In fact, let it be known that you, yes, those surprisingly close minded Cambridgeans who drool over their having gone to Rindge, not the “other side” (private school…ew), are making our city known for intellectual capacity look like a bunch of uneducated numbskulls.
“Go chill with your BBN homies and talk about life on the other side bruh”
What a herb! I’m dying! The “other side”? We aren’t living in a Westside Story meets Star Wars fantasy, “bruh”! Sit pon ya daddy and take cocky! You ain’t wavy, b! LOSER!
Clearly, this donkey is just a tad pissed off that I never took it upon myself to “chill” with him or his group of friends and that I invited all of Buckingham Brown & Nicholas and the rest of the private school scene to his parties senior year (Grow up?). Might not exactly be worth my time to get at this dude. Then again, he’s spreading felonious, fabricated, prejudice, anti-semetic bunk that is in no way indicative of who I am or anything that I’ve accomplished as a Cambridge resident. Thus, I thought I’d give the whole comeback thing a whirl.
First, to those of you who are calling me “waspy”: Last time I checked, European Jews such as myself have never qualified as White Anglo-Saxon Protestants. Looks like someone isn’t all that “accepting” and racially informed as he initially assumed (oooooooh, he in troubleeeee). Sucks to say your from one of the most diverse cities in the country and falter in making such a distinction. But I guess there’s nothing wrong with that “mishap” because you probably dapped up a couple Ethiopians in the hall way at Rindge, right? Second, let it be known that “MaxB” is some liberal internet thuggish hoe who I’d smack the dog shit out of. The message above overtly refers to me as a racist, which ain’t cool. How about revealing ya real name so I can find you, smush your Gluten free, Vegan Pad Thai loving self in a pile of mulch in Cambridge Commons and remind you that the word “prejudice” isn’t in the Cambridgean Bible. My guess, however, is that instead of confronting me about such false assassination of character as a man in person, you’ll just end up egging my house sometime in the near future at four in the morning because you are, in the words of The Iron Sheik, “Little Girl.” Third, isn’t this a time in which our city should be coming together? Like, bro, your spreading a whole bunch of unneeded, false animosity towards someone who is just as much a part of this city as you are. If you really are in need of specific examples of me “chilling” with minorities, one of my best, lifelong homies is a black dude named Slim Weathers who hails from the gutter and, yes, I chill with on a daily basis (*UPDATE: if you were another one of those Cambrigitarians who again displayed prejudice and assumed incorrectly, I was referring back to Slim’s page to both sarcastically disprove MaxB for saying I never “hung out with people of diverse backgrounds” and to give credit to where credits due. Ask Slim about his life. He’ll let you know real quick that he’s a warrior who’s been there and done that). All the erroneous commenting does is make you look like some dude who’s trying to own this story. Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’m “sorry” for calling Jahar/Tamerlan fuck boyz. Reality is, however, that Timmy is a sadistic, sociopathic, radicalized Islamic fundamentalist who sadly enough convinced his brother to follow suit and kill/injury innocent Bostonians. That being said, anyone should be able to fathom why I was so quick to call Jahar and Tamerlan assholes. Nevertheless, I’m sure you’ll continue adhering to conspiracy theories regarding Jahar’s innocence and refer to everyone saying otherwise as “total pricks” who know NOTHING about “Cambridge’s diversity.” Which, in the case of the Tsarnaev brothers, makes no fucking sense. Commenting on dudes who plotted/committed acts of terrorism and understanding diversity don’t correlate in the slightest.
Now, for anyone who’s willing to read further, its on to why what this herb said about me not understanding diversity within MY city is completely false and infuriating.
Am I a wealthy upper class kid from West Cambridge? Yes, and I’m proud of it. My father has slaved over 16 hour work days for the last 50 years of his life just so his son(s) would never have to experience what he experienced; burying your father at the age of 18 with just $65 in your pockets is nothing anyone should ever be forced to endure. But has living in West Cambridge in prosperity isolated me from the rest of the community? Can’t believe I’m even responding to the close minded dickhead above, but no, not at all. In fact, I’ve embraced the city’s diversity more than most. I mean, shit. That money isn’t mine. Its my Pops. I’m just me. Never let the clothes put on my back by a once upon a time kid from the Bronx in the late 30′s define me. Only those who never knew me are the one’s who thought I was just some robotic, john stockton shorts wearin, steve nash mop head flaunting rich white boy who was there just to ball and then go back quietly to West Cambridge.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve spent my entire life trying to “bridge the gap” (a gap that in my life doesn’t exist, but in others does). And more importantly, I’ve attempted to do so on my own. Not through having my parents enlist me in youth leagues and then thinking I’m cool with “the other side” because I either kicked a soccer ball or hooped from the “X’s” at the YMCA when I was eight alongside those who were “brown,” “black,” “yellow,” “blue,” “whatever.” But through taking it upon myself to work endlessly towards becoming a respected and accepted member of this city’s beloved basketball culture. Much like the Zandy Bard’s, the Liam McMahon’s, the Ray Doucette’s, the Nate Leva’s, the Sam Davidson’s, the Jordan Fliegel’s, the Danny Pforte’s, the John Thomas’ and the Jimmy Edgehill’s of this city, I’ve BEEN one of only a select few white dudes who can go down to Hoyt, to Area 4, to Frizzoli, to Gately, to Columbia Park, to Fletcher Maynard, to Corporal Burns, to Fitzy (Peabody), to the basketball hubs of Cambridge and be shown all the love in world. In other words, “I’m good” and forever will be.
Is this diatribe an attempt to objectify and embellish such a relationship or to prove to onlookers that, “YEA, I DID IT, IM GOOD IN THE HOOD! I’M A RICH WHITEY WHO GOT A ‘PASS.’ HOORAY!” No, not all. I’m just saying I was “good” with a lot of people. In fact, I’d move and ban myself from Cambridge altogether if that was the emphasis. The point is to make ”MaxB”, a disgrace and embodiment of what’s wrong with our city, an example of those who think the majority of Cambridge kids who go to private school just “don’t get it,” a little more aware than he probably should be (I understand I’m wyling but I’m speaking my heart) of a connection that I and many others have made; one that to some appears special, unorthodox and eye opening but to us is pedestrian, authentic, natural, everyday shit. The point is to make sure “I’m not wavy like Max B” understands that I’m a Jew—better yet a converted WASP because he once saw other Jews rocking pairs of clean ass boat shoes at my house—who did in fact hang out with others of different backgrounds. That I have and still do work with Coach Jones in mentoring/coaching the city’s 6th through 10th graders (95% of which are black). That I’ve come up on Cambridge/Boston’s youth centers/black tops and never thought twice about the color of one’s skin, or that I come from money so I shouldn’t be here. That I’ve always shared a unique connection through the game of basketball which allowed both parties to develop a sincere respect for one another. A respect (with those who I actually care about and know me) who’s nature cannot be fully described in words. A respect that “MaxB” thinks he has just because he was in a couple classes or partied with a couple dudes who aren’t white. Am I trying to glorify and make it seem as if im the poster child the “war on race.” Nope. Just stating the facts of what I’ve done throughout my life so MaxB understands loud and clear that I’m not a sheltered white, wealthy Cambridge kid. Therefore, for you to assume such baffling bullshit and embarrass me on my own website when all I’ve ever done throughout my life is embrace “diversity” and put on for my city in the “right” way is beyond infuriating.
But go ahead, show this to your Noam Chomsky worshipping father and discuss how my using basketball as a “metaphor” to describe such a relationship is ignorant and subliminally racist because I’m rich and caucasian. Go ahead and try and compete with me and further embarrass my intentions of putting on for this city I love. All I know is I can confidently state that I’m the EPITOME of what it means to be from Cambridge: a white kid who neither saw race nor class as an obstacle and thus became life long friends with those who many outside of this beautiful city never thought I’d be friends with. Stop being mad about me inviting all of BBN to your parties in high school. Grow up. Like I said, you sound like a loser and some dude who is trying to own this tragedy. Did I know Jahar? Naw, and I’m glad I didn’t. Did I used to see Tamerlan around? Yes, and it’s been fucking with my head since that dreadful Friday morning. But to say I’m not qualified to speak on behalf of Cambridge by making hurtful false assumptions about my not understanding diversity because I’m some rich, wealthy white kid is ridiculous.
Go fuck yourself. Everything you’ve known about me is a fabrication and based off small sample size.
In the midst of such egregious events, the world has been searching far and wide for any type of information allowing us to accurately depict the psychological makeup of Tamerlan “Timmy” Tsarnaev and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev: How do two dudes who once upon a time navigated comfortably and unobtrusively through a city noted for unheralded acceptance of ethnic/cultural diversity go on to wreak such devastating havoc? From Kendall Square, to Central Square, to the Watertown Mall, reporters have been on a goose chase to answer that exact question. But in locating residents personally familiar with either of the suspects, particularly Tam, the regional press has documented interviews with individuals like this lacking any capacity to project a well-formulated picture of the perpetrators to the rest of the world.
Where does that lead me, a fledgling blogger just trying to help the city I love? Well. I just recently spoke on the phone with a dear friend of the deceased older brother, Tamerlan. My dude’s name is Sam, a 22 year old Cambridge native and a Rindge & Latin graduate who requested that I not reveal his last name. Both Timmy and Sam met around 2004 and have sustained a close relationship over the years. Sam, much like myself, has expressed his disdain for the way in which numerous reporters have gone about prying each and every bit of knowledge from those who knew Tam: “Dudes are stupid man. Aren’t talking to the right people. Black dude’s in bathrobes? He’s a Cambridge kid.” When I first asked about what the nature of their relationship was in high school, Sam was quick to relive memories of Tamerlan’s soft side and cheerfulness:
“This dude was such a clown, yo. How was this possible…He was a chatter mouth. We used to burn it down on a daily basis. If he wasn’t with us, he was working out. He worked and worked out…Nuts, man. This was my dude. One of the better dudes I’ve known. On the Suface level, at least”
In 2007, a member of Rindge’s Varsity Basketball Team, who also requested that I not reveal his name, used to sponsor 6 AM pick up on weekdays in the Fall to get ready for the season. Tamerlan had heard about the open run and asked if he could join. And although severely uncoordinated from a basketball standpoint, Timmy was noted for his raw strength and athleticism: “He was mad strong and athletic. Always remembered him warming up with boxing drills, throwing punches in the corner. Never spoke. Wasn’t a good ball player, but strong dude.” Outside of a physical altercation Downtown in which he ruffed up a Boston rapper and apparently broke his collar bone, Sam described Tam as a a man opposed to violence, ”(My boy) was getting jumped, he came to his side to protect him, and handled these two dudes. But that was the only fight I’d ever seen him get into. Overall, he was a gentle dude…Growing up, Tam had always hated guns and shit. Never had guns, always hated guns. His father always told him to be a man of fists…Tam got brain washed in Chechnya. Either that or he went there looking to get himself into it, dude.”
*Sam noted that Tamerlan was out of the country, in Chechnya, for around four to five months, but wasn’t sure of the exact dates because he been dealing with a number of personal issues himself. The exact timeline that has been revealed to be January 2012 to July 2012.*
Sam continued to elaborate on his experience of Tamerlan’s gentleness in a recount of a recent 2013 mid-March encounter in Cambridge. According to Sam—who had just returned home after long period spent out of Cambridge—Tamerlan showed up at his door step out of the blue with his two year old baby daughter to catch up as Sam was getting ready to head to an appointment. Sam recorded no unusual conversation, but noted that Tamerlan had said he’d “dipped off” from everyone as of late and that his life at this point was just working, making sure his daughter could enjoy the life he had imagined. In large part, Sam noted the experience to be full of laughter and playfulness, “He was playing with his little girl, running around and shit.” Tamerlan then drove Sam to his appointment and that was that.
When I asked Sam about Tamerlan’s religious beliefs, Sam went on to say that around four or five years ago is when Tam became extremely devout: “He stopped drinking, stopped smoking, worked out like a maniac. Preached religion a lot. Always peace and prosperity. He was always a little abnormal about the religion. But that was his own little personal quirk. Everyone’s obsessed with something though. I’m obsessed with Nike Air Max’s…Never thought he’d do anything like this.”
Clearly, this is a candid recounting of a long term experience of perhaps one facet of a very troubled, cryptic and manipulative individual. It seems somewhat unrealistic at this point to consider that this view of him as a gentle, peaceful, loving dude is the defining aspect of his character. Regardless of whether the diagnosis is Character change, sociopathy, deranged, militant Islamic fanaticism or all three, Tamerlan managed to conceal his evil side.
If lame and outrageously out the game, former New England Patriot, San Francisco 49er and stud pass rusher, Tully Banta Cain, has been doing his music thing for quite some time now. Rocking with the likes of Cambridge’s White Boy Gorgeous aka Millyz, V-Knuckles/N.B.S. and a number of other MCs from the Greater Boston Area, the artist formally known as Nova-Cain has had some impressive jump offs in years past, but nothing like this BANGER for the club. “Out of Control,” which is the latest leak off his up coming DJ Drama hosted mixtape, The Truth Hurts, features aforementioned White Boy Gorgeous (I SEE YOU MILLYZ, CAMBRIDGE STAND UP!), Charlestown native Slain (whom you might know as Gloansy from The Town) and Joey Budden….HIDE YOOO KIDSSSS. Expecting more from Tully in the near future, and you should be too!
Today’s Don Dada aka The Bishop Don Magic Juan of the Internet hails from our Nation’s Liberal Headquarters of Cambridge, Mass, is a recent graduate of Syracuse University, loves beefin’ with Jamaicans on the blacktop and will run you in a game of darts at Boston’s own shitty, but lovable dive bar, The Beacon Hill Pub. His name: Myles Stavis or as we like to call him, Styles Mavis. You mean, Myles Davis? Pshh, the fuck up with that bullshit. I’m talkin STYLES…MAVISSSS. The rap phenomenon, Don Dada (Don’t call him Francis M.H., the Ghost of B.I.G. will forever haunt you). But as much as I’d love to ramble on about the guy, what warrants his receiving such a title comes from the most recent article my dude posted over at Digg Boston characterizing his once unrevealed guilty pleasure: an extreme infatuation with Discovery Channel’s own “Dual Survival.” Its Golden. So, pal, why don’t ya dedicate five minutes of your time to read over my man’s work before I smash that face in with a soldering iron. Hit ‘Em
CBS Sports-The sophomore point guard was seen placing a bathrobe and a pair of gloves into his backpack at a local Lord & Taylor department store in the Destiny USA mall on Dec. 9, two sources told the Syracuse Post-Standard. Carter-Williams signed a store form acknowledging the theft and paid a $500 fine, the Post-Standard reported. Lord & Taylor declined to press charges
The common theme amongst media outlets who shit on elite level college athletes is that they have no actual personal relationship with the kids. That’s where we come in because mufuckas actually KNOW Mike; I grew up playing ball with the dude every saturday at our local high school (Cambridge Rindge & Latin) from 4th up until 6th grade. Now, I have absolutely no relationship with Mike. But when him, Rakeem Christmas and I were passing around a bottle of Peach Ciroc (damn, that shits delicious) at Syracuse’s May Fest last spring he completely ignored me when clearly knowing who I was after re-introducing myself (people don’t forget!). Quite disrespectful. That aint a reason to hate a man though, right? Don’t get it twisted, I’ve still got mad love for Mike and the things he’s done for the city of Cambridge.
Honestly, I don’t really care what Mike did. I just think its hilarious the dude got caught. Believe me, there have been multiple times where I’ve run up in CVS and robbed 40-50 dollars worth of acne products (mufuckas gotta look good!). But I’m not THE stud and face of Syracuse’s basketball team. I’m not someone who everyone has their eye on when they walk into a local convenient store. C’mon, man. I know Jim Boeheim reimburses you guys for your efforts all the damn time. Just wait it out, don’t do any dumb shit and keep your image intact. The worst thing you can do is give people an excuse to hate you. And while this might seem like such a minuscule event that holds absolutely no relevance (much like the time you disrespected me when you completely ignored my presence when we were passing the Peach Ciroc around), people DO NOT forget.
“As soon as I step on the floor, it’s all about basketball. It’s about my team. That’s it. I have nothing to say about that situation. Everything is about basketball. That’s all I’m going to talk about.”–Mike Carter Williams
Before I delve into what I think about this verbal onslaught, I’d like to say one thing: Every dude in this video looks EXACTLY like Chief Keef…Bang Bang, Love Sosa!
I cannot begin to tell you how much this shit reminds me of my one year public school experience. Type of thing happened legit every two weeks. I can remember one specific example where my teacher kindly asked some Haitian chick to stop eating olives, yes OLIVES, out of a jar with a tooth pick because the room was beginning to fill with an overwhelming, intolerable odor (true story). And instead of doing what he asked and graciously putting away her god damn olives, she proceeded to ruthlessly cuss out the teacher. Most unnecessary/wild experience I’ve ever been apart of. Hilarious.
This chick, much like the Haitian olive gobbler, is a complete ass clown. Please, do us all a favor and quell your ratchet ass tendencies. At least have the decency to bring Mr. Hubston (Hudson, whatever, couldn’t understand how she pronounced his name) aside after class and then ruthlessly cuss his ass out. You think I called my freshman year Geometry teacher a cigarette smoking, raging bulldyke in front of the entire class (yes, another true story)? Fuck no, I was smarter than that and waited until class was over to let her ass know how bad of a teacher she was. And you know what? It worked like a fucking charm. Chick was nearly sucking my Johnson for the rest of the semester. Most bad ass shit I’ve ever done.
Bottom Line: Regardless of my not knowing the entire context of this story, I think its safe to assume that this video should in no way be glorified as some righteous act of standing up for your education. Its just some ratchet ass chick going HAM on her professor in class room full of Chief Keefs…Hit ‘Em!