A hell of a week for TUPAC news: on October 3, LA Weekly published shocking allegations from a former LAPD detective that Sean "Puff Daddy" Combs was behind Tupac's murder. Diddy, as you might imagine, denies it. I'll give the theory high marks for drama, but I'm not sure I believe it. Here's why: Puffy is a businessman. If he were going to kill Pac, he would have made friends with him first, so he could do a big tribute single that sampled "Dust in the Wind."
On the very same day, TMZ revealed that their reputable journalists had witnessed an authentic Pac sex tape, which allegedly features the rapper dropping his pants and hugging a dude. There's some lady stuff happening also, but I've basically given you the essence of it:
"Tupac walks into the room with his pants down to his ankles. Tupac pulls one of the women toward him, and she begins performing oral sex. . . . As the woman services Tupac, who is holding a cocktail in one hand and a blunt in another, Money B from Digital Underground walks over to him. Tupac puts his cocktail arm around Money B, continues singing and dancing . . . and the woman never stops."
Though news of the tape spread like wildfire, almost nobody (outside of TMZ) has actually seen it yet; porn companies are now engaged in a bidding war to buy the exclusive rights. One question: why porn companies? From the description, the tape sounds direly unerotic, even if you get past the creepo barrier of getting chubbed out to a dead guy. Seems like it should be released by, I don't know, a record label or CNN or something.
LA Weekly found the sex tape's timing a little suspicious: "Not to get all paranoid," said a blog post on their site, "but could whoever's leaking this thing possibly want some heat taken off the real story?" Outrageous! Who are these clowns to claim that their goofball murder conspiracy is "the real story"? I'd say getting pleasured while drinking a cocktail and smoking a blunt is a thing of significant realness.
Oh, shit, and just in case you're freaking out right now, I should point out that the Tupac sex tape was filmed before he died. Sorry.
I'm totally down with inviting Common to the White House, but even I'll admit that San Francisco mayoral candidate Leland Yee probably made a slight political miscalculation by setting up a VIP fundraiser with local hero TOO $HORT. One fears Yee's endorsement from the San Francisco Women's Political Committee might not withstand an association with hip-hop's most flamboyant misogynist; Yee was once honored as "Legislator of the Year" by the California Partnership to End Domestic Violence, an organization which may harbor objections to lyrics like, "I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck / Get out of pocket, bitch, you gettin' beat up."
The San Francisco Chronicle's City Insider blog asked Yee's campaign for comment, and they responded: "Does Leland agree with everything Too $hort has ever said or sung about? No, of course not." Really, though, it's bad enough to imply that you agree with any of it.