Ain't You Nathaniel B
Ain't You Nathaniel B
Ain't You Nathaniel B
“Ain’t you Nathaniel B?” 🤓
Hold up ain’t you Nathaniel B
Scathing. A true masterclass of lyricism delivered in one simple line, truly a literary universe contained within a single sentence.
When one discusses the lyricism within rap music it's common to see a few names mentioned.
Maybe MF DOOM, Eminem, Mr Kendrick Lamar, or, if like me, you're a little older, maybe RZA, or Slick Rick will come into the conversation.
But I don't think those are accurate, or fair to the dissection of this line.
Proper comparison and analysis of this line requires us to look not to a rapper, but to a bard... and not just any bard, THE bard.
Yes, I believe there is a Shakespearian quality to this line. "Hold up, ain't you Nathaniel B?"
The writer even suggests we 'hold up', signalling the xenoliterary statement about to be delivered to us, and him suggesting us to in fact hold up in order to properly process what he is about to say.
It is obvious to anyone the line is not meant to be complimentary, in fact, the statement is intended as an insult!
This is common in spoken verse exchanges, which is what appears to be happening in the video.
Now, of course, you ask yourself, "well, who is Nathaniel B? if he's trying to insult him why not compare him to someone we know?".
This is the wrong way to approach the analysis.
Of course, don't feel bad, it takes a learned individual to understand concepts of this nature, especially a concept that flirts so sensitively with the metaphysical.
If the young man were to compare the other man to someone generally perceived as negative, if he'd compared him to an infamous celebrity, or perhaps someone local to the group of people who is known as being less than savoury - there would be no magic.
The real genius here is the fact that we, and seemingly even the audience present, have no idea who this "Nathaniel B" is.
He is an enigma, a John Doe, a D.B Cooper.
So how would it be an insult? Well here's where it becomes Shakespearian.
It is obvious from the man's delivery and intellect - of course, he must be at the top level of literary scholars to think of a line like this on the spot - that he knows who Nathaniel B is.
HE is the only one who knows who Nathaniel B is, his opponent, nor any of the audience knows who this Nathaniel B is.
This line suggests that no one's opinion of this man matters except his!
HE is the only one know knows who Nathaniel B is, and he is suggesting that this man IS Nathaniel B, the unknown man!
This means that this mans entire worth is known, created and measured only by this man.
By making his opponent the unknown Nathaniel B, he takes his agency to be someone, because he knows who he is, and he is the only one who knows who he is!
Effectively with one line he is telling us he created this man, and he is the only one who can judge him, and assumedly his judgement is negative.
I've been almost unable to sleep since first hearing this line.
I am just waiting for this young man to release some music, he is truly the man who will take rap from the level it is at now to the point of serious literary discussion, and I simply cannot wait.
The plot-building is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of cinematography most of the shots will go over a typical viewer's head. There's also Saul's hedonistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation - his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these shots, to realize that they're not just 5 minutes of Gus dressing himself - they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who prefer Breaking Bad truly ARE idiots - of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the character development in Michelle MacLaren's masterpiece of an episode "Nippy," which itself is a cryptic reference to Peck's American children's tale The Adventures of Mabel. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Vince Gilligan's genius unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools... how I pity them. 😂 And yes by the way, I DO have a Kim Wexler feet tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only - and even they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand.
Oh my god, I'll try to explain but I don't know if I can.
There is this trend of meme going on for a while that has the format where a teacher tells the class "ok class, it's time to finger paint". And the joke is that there is one kid in the class named "paint", so the implication is that the whole class is going to finger him.
On the okbc sub, there was a recent trend of memes poking fun at this kind of meme, where the setup would be something non-sensical, and then the punchline would be an image of Mike from the show with the words "kid named finger". The joke here is that it really doesn't make any sense, so it's more of an anti-joke than a regular joke.
I hope you at least got a rough idea of what the joke is about. Trying to explain this shit has got me on the verge of a stroke.
Bright sunny day, a redheaded "MILF" in a bathrobe tries to use a kitchen sink.
MILF: That sink never works and my husband is on a business trip. I'll have to call a plumber.
*The MILF picks up her phone and calls a plumber.*
SCENE CHANGE
The doorbell rings. the MILF opens the door to see a tall, thin and bald man wearing an overall.
Plumber: Are you the one who needs your sink fixed?
MILF: Yes I do.
*The plumber tries to turn on the sink.*
Plumber: The problem is probably in the pipes.
*The plumber crouches down and begins to "fix" the pipes*
MILF: do you want something to drink?
Plumber: Coffee please, no milk or sugar.
MILF: OK.
*After a second MILF returns with a cup*
MILF: There you go.
*MILF hands the plumber the cup.*
Plumber: Thank you.
*Plumber continues to "fix" the pipes*
Plumber: F*ck!
MILF: What happened!?
Plumber: I spilt coffee on my pants
MILF: Does it hurt?
Plumber: No.
MILF: Do you want to change pants? The closet in the bedroom probably has something that suits you.
Plumber: That's okay these are my work pants, they get dirty all the time.
*Plumber gets up*
Plumber: Is there anything else you need fixed?
MILF: The sink in the shower is doing problems lately. Can you check it?
*Plumber and MILF go to the shower*
LOCATION CHANGE
Plumber tries to turn on the sink causing the sink to splash water on the MILF's bathrobe.
Plumber: Are okay?
MILF: Yes I'm fine, I'll let it dry later.
Plumber: I think that the problem is in the faucet, you'll need to buy a new one. Is that all you need to be fixed?
MILF: Yes.
Plumber: The fixing of the sink and the checking of the faucet will cost you 45$.
MILF: I don't have any cash. Can I pay another way?
*The plumber grins (sexy music starts playing).*
Plumber: You can pay in the app.
MILF: What app?
Plumber: Here I'll show you.
*MILF hands the plumber her phone and the plumber "downloads" the app to her phone*.
MILF: Alright I'll pay you in the app. Do want a coffee or something for the way?
Plumber: I have to hurry, some asshole kid shoved twigs into the sprinklers in the park.
MILF: OK.
My (F23) boyfriend (M21) and I went away this past weekend to the coast.
Overall, we had a lovely few days. However, yesterday morning we were going on a walk though a quiet little wooded area when an older pervy looking fella tried “flirting” with me by whipping his dick out and asking me if I wanted to be with a “real man”.
I was completely taken aback by this guy’s brazenness. Sure, I’ve been flashed, harassed etc before but never right in front of my boyfriend. How would he react? Were we in danger?
My boyfriend calmly told him, “She already has a man” and casually whipped his own out. Once he saw the size of it, the creeper soon backed off and left us alone.
I couldn’t believe what just happened. My boyfriend can be very unorthodox and unpredictable in the way he chooses to handle situations (part of this is what attracted me to him) but this was too surreal. Honestly, I was just relieved that my boyfriend’s actions didn’t end up escalating the situation.
When we got back to the car, I was like, “I can’t believe you just did that” and half-joked that I wish he was around the other dozen or so times I was harassed. He was surprised to learn that I had been harassed previously, so this little incident opened up a nice little dialogue between us which never existed before (I’m a very private person and try to just brush comments, catcalls etc off as and when they happen).
Now before you dismiss such a notion, think about it for a second. They don't shower so you know they got that extra sticky extra grippy poon tang that will hold onto your Johnson and not let go like a bratwurst stuck to flypaper. That mushy gushy after years on the streets would be like sticking your dick in between the bars of the Pearly Gates of Heaven. Another thing is that the biggest cause of homelessness in America is mental illness, and everybody knows crazy bitches are the best in bed. 99 times out of 98 they are not pillow princesses; they fuck like their life depends on it. Riding it like a mechanical bull, gagging on your meat, calling you daddy, all that shit and more. Normally, you have to pay a premium for those extra deluxe grade A pussy appointments. When you fuck around with insane girls, it’s not uncommon for them to key your car, but homeless people don't even have keys; they're homeless. All of the benefits and none of the consequences. Yeah, the smell might be a little unpleasant, but you and I both know how high the threshold of disgust is for us fellas when we're balls deep. And our noses become resistant to foul odors fairly quickly so after awhile you won't even notice it. The only question is will you be able to last long enough in that box and not bust before that immunity kicks in. An added bonus is that you'll be able to finish inside cuz it's not like she's gonna be able to track you down for child support. She's homeless for fuck's sake. And the best part of this, is that it wouldn't even be that hard to do anyways; ten dollars worth of crack is the price of admission for the most exquisite pleasure you will ever experience. I'm telling you, open your mind, take a shot of penicillin, and ask not what you can do for the homeless population; ask what the homeless population can do for you.
