Hey 322 Crew! Happy new year and I hope you all had a fun, healthy and safe holiday. It’s been a mixed bag and now that the festivities are behind us, it’s back to our monthlies!













Hey 322 Crew! Happy new year and I hope you all had a fun, healthy and safe holiday. It’s been a mixed bag and now that the festivities are behind us, it’s back to our monthlies!













Hey 322, we’re gettin’ Stone Cold Crazy with this chapter!












Oy Gunz Crew,
Ron here just dishing out an update regarding everything going on with the website, as well as Ron Gunz in general. As you can see, there’s been a SEGA-fied overhaul, as I’ve managed to plug in my favorite video game font for the site. I’ve been itching to do it but alas, it is done! In the process, I revamped the site so that all things in regards to Ron Gunz — Merch, Music, Art, Fitness, the Gunz Crew blog (which you’re reading right now) and Contact info are at much easier access on the site.
Regarding the Coach Gunz page — it is under construction as there are ideas I’m sifting through and developing for my presentation as a Personal Trainer. I have a story to tell, I just want to make sure I tell it in a simple, direct but in an entertaining manner as well.
I am also taking all comers in terms of fitness goals rolling into the New Year. ANYONE that is desiring to do so, head over to the Contact section and send me an e-mail and we will get down to business.
Lastly, I would like to announce that I am working on a workout album called Gunz Crew, Vol. 1! The music I’m developing for this project is specifically for my workouts and guess what? All produced, written, recorded by yours truly. It’ll give you guys a closer look at what I’d ideally prefer to listen to when I’m on the grind for my workouts.
Until next time,
Ron Gunz
It took me less than two weeks but at last, I got to quietly watch Dear White People. I will be totally sincere and say that when I first heard about it, I did have a bit of an eye rolling moment of, “Oh God, here comes more SJW, virtue-signaling, BLM propaganda that Netflix is going to bank on” because after all — if it’s a hit, trendy in pop culture and there’s profit to be made in promoting it, it will be exploited and used as bait.
However, as I sat to watch it from the first episode on, it was time to throw the preconceived notions out the window, engage the material objectively to really make a fair verdict and deservingly so.
As far as the acting goes, solid across the board. To the production and directing crew, you picked a pretty robust lineup of potential bigger screen actors and actresses.
As far as pacing — the first half feels medium/slow cooked but once you get to episode 6 up to the conclusion, you can see that the creator had more emotional investment for the second half — as not only does the pace pick up to the point that the episodes just zoom by but so does character development.
When it comes to the subject material regarding growing up as one of predominantly African ancestry, unless you knew people that can tell you what it was like for them to grow up in that kind of environment or if you’re someone of that demographic, you may feel at a sense of loss because of the difference there is. That is where I had kind of step back and ask questions to friends and loved ones of that background to see if some of this stuff is true or if it’s a little stretched out for cinematic purposes. You’d be surprised how much truth the show actually showed. Nevertheless, kudos to all the characters in the show who did not allow the cards dealt at them define them but rather let their sense of will, passion and desire set the stage for who they are and that is paramount to solid writing. Some of them grew up with bad situations but the way they handle themselves has, “my story starts pretty weak but don’t cry for me nor pity me” and that means something.
What I did like the most about this show was the sense of humanity. Unlike some situations or even how mainstream media likes to churn up hits, it did not make the main characters or supporting cast look like picture-perfect, invincible black saviors who were totally untouchable and that only white people were guilty of hose manure-like behavior. No matter who you liked out of the main cast, they all possessed imperfection of all shades and some things don’t come to light until later even if some elements you can smell a mile away…just like I did.
In respect to others who have been in pre-contemplative, contemplative or preparation state in regards to watching this show, out of respect to you, the show’s workers and even for friends of mine who have seen it and don’t want me to say anything or accidentally ruin anything because they themselves have not finished it, this review will not have spoilers, even of the ending itself.
However, my reaction towards the ending is in one expression pulled out of a Pillar album — Where Do We Go From Here? We can even get all Robert Johnson on this and say that it does paint the picture of “standing at the Crossroads, down on my knees”.
This has been written to you by a light skinned Puerto Rican born and raised in Williamsburg, Brooklyn during a pre- and post-9/11 NYC — when it was rugged and a bit tough but still rich in culture and small local businesses that everyone enjoyed and thrived with until the suits, ties and trust fund kids came knocking and going pilgrim on us. Today, my neighborhood, which I visit every year when flying up from Tampa, Florida, is a shell of its former self. I hate to break it to you but when they turn a local popular Cafe Bustelo into an actual shop because these hipsters are too stupid to look in a bodega, dollar store, Food Bazaar or a Walgreens, while also forcing a Starbucks in a neighborhood that knows weak, overpriced coffee when they see it, you should start thinking.