Somewhere, a chinaman is breathing a sigh of relief.
First of all, I think it might be helpful to go over how all of this shit came about just because I'm not even completely certain myself what all happened, so I wouldn't be surprised if there were a lot of people out there scratching their heads (bald spots in O-Dub's case) about all of this.
Here's a rough timeline of all the events that took place that I'm aware of:
40 some-odd years ago: O-Dub was born in a tiny village in China.
30 years ago: Hip-hop began.
Sometime between then and now: O-Dub emigrates to the US, begins shitty weblog.
This time last year: The BC dot C begins kicking ass.
The beginning of this month: The BC dot C dropped from the blogroll of said shitty weblog. Bocephus: None too pleased. Some other people weigh in on the situation. Hashim, of all people convinces me to call O-Dub a gay chink. I agree that that's a pretty good idea.
Later that week: Gay hip-hop blogger and known enemy of free speech, Clyde Smith celebrates this fact with a level of glee only ever experienced by gay men (no homo). As my mom would say, he was "as happy as a fag at the YMCA." (Seriously. You don't think I make this shit up, do you?)
The next day: I mention it again, just because I get pissed off anytime gay guys are having a party on my behalf.
Last Monday: Mr. Ph.D himself weighs in on the situation. "Just cleaning house," he says. Hmm...
Tuesday: I make O-Dub an offer he can't refuse.
Wednesday: O-Dub refuses, sends racist email no. 1.
Friday: Something needed to be done. Enter: The Racist Asian American Music Critics Outreach Program.
This weekend: Nobody wants to actually participate in the Outreach Program (Man, I thought you kids were gully), O-Dub spreads more misinformation, Bol C grows bored with the whole ordeal.
Today: I'm calling a tentative cease-fire in The Great B-Boy Blogger Battle of '04. If O-Dub wants to continue to throw racial slurs at me and physically threaten me via email, then that's fine, but I don't want to contribute to it anymore by making it all public, where people can laugh at it as if this were all some kind of joke.
If there's a lesson to be learned from all of this, it's that you never know what kind of people you're actually dealing with in this here blogosphere. All it takes is a simple event like cleaning up one's blogroll for someone's deeply held, ill-considered views to be exposed to all of blogdom. On the bright side of things though, this did inspire me to come up with a nifty new "Creve Coeur, bitch. WHAT!" graphic, which you will see in the upper right hand corner of the screen and, from now on, will link to this post in order to serve as a reminder of what happens when you fuck with the BC dot C.