The Modern Love Machine asked me the other day why this particular Friday is Good with a capital G, so I launched into the whole Jesus dying to save us from our sins explanation. I’m not totally sure that’s what he was looking for. Perhaps Ice Cube’s definition is better?
(I don’t have to tell you that there is language in this that is inappropriate for work/children/delicate ears, do I? Seriously, if you are offended by that which was called Gangsta Rap in the ’90s, do not listen to Ice Cube.)
I love that a couple of guys dedicated to the betterment of the world, or at least the Internet, have done their due diligence in trying to figure out exactly what day was Ice’s good day. Of course it’s in vain — it was all just a dream, after all.
Am I going to hell for invoking the word of Ice Cube on Good Friday? Let’s hope for just a few extra days in Purgatory. And really, deep down below that icy, cube-like exterior is an intelligent guy who’s written and produced films and who once studied architectural drafting …
(This one is completely safe for work and has nothing to do with Gangsta Rap.)
Enjoy your weekend. May you not have to use your AK.