Cardinal Saint

Unreal eavesdrops on Pujols and the Heavenly Father; plus, we analyze the Lou's staggering crunk deficit, pay one last visit to Sanford-Brown and witness the demise of Wash. U.'s peer-to-peer network

You'd think that when a 24-year-old inks a seven-year contract worth $100 million, he'd be apt to splurge on bling and young ladies. Not so Cardinal Albert Pujols, who, in the February 21 Post-Dispatch, explained that he's still a man of humble means.

"I'm pretty sure people think, 'What can I do with that money?" Pujols told the Post. "But it's not my money. It's money that I have borrowed from God. And He has let me use it. Whatever He wants me to do with it, that's what I'm going to do."

For Unreal, such a holy proclamation presents, ahem, a hanging curveball. So imagine our elation when we inadvertantly hooked into this conversation between Pujols and the Holy Father:

Pujols: Yeah, Papi, but Renteria has an Escalade.

God: [speaking with a faux British accent)] Butterflies are people, too, my son, and those damn tanks are hell on my ozone layer. Why do you think I have an oxygen bar off my rec room, yo? Escalades, that's why.

Pujols: Then what should I drive?

God: If I had my druthers, you'd take the MetroLink and spread the word, playa. But if you must drive, go with the Toyota Prius. Either that or a pimped-out Ducati.

Pujols: Pat Robertson says you're predicting Bush will win in a landslide come November. True?

God: How should I know? I'm not even sure what district I'm supposed to vote in, after that chaos in Texas.

Pujols: Boxers or briefs?

God: Bikini briefs, my son. God wants more Pujolses on his great green earth, and I can think of no greater gateway to foreplay than a Latin lover in a tiger-striped thong.

Pujols: I know I should have asked you this before I signed the $100 million contract, Father, but what sort of interest rate am I getting hit for?

God: 18.9 percent, fella. So don't get hurt.

DC++ +

When they learned on February 22 that their DC++ file-sharing program was about to be shut down, members of Washington University's computer-downloading community erupted into protest and threats of violence.

In the middle of the night.

Peeved that they'd no longer be able to trade free music, movies and porn, students blamed the shutdown on Ben Westhoff's February 11 Riverfront Times story "Peer-to-Peer Pressure," which chronicled how the bootleg campus network had sprouted after university officials curtailied use of popular Internet-based file-sharing programs such as Kazaa. The students also faulted Wash. U. freshman Lindsey Chesky, one of two DC++ users quoted in Westhoff's story.

As word spread of the impending plug-pulling, Chesky was excoriated on the file-sharing network's online forum.

"she squealed man" user b1357> fumed.

"THE BITCH BURNS AT 1," TheDivineMissB> put in.

"lets roll up to her room with torches," suggested SMoKeY>. "lets go throw shit at her window...such as bricks and rocks."

Added lauradeluca>: "look this girl is going down if anything." And then: "this is about life and death."

Someone posted Chesky's dorm room address. A group of students showed up later that night, banged on Chesky's door and wrote the word bitch on her dry-erase board, according to Judy Leicht, the school's associate vice chancellor for communications.

Leicht says Chesky vacated the premises until things cooled down. "She's back on campus now," the spokeswoman says. "She may have gone [temporarily] to another room for her own safety."

Chesky did not return Unreal's calls requesting comment.

Meanwhile, at around 3 a.m., a few dozen students congregated outside the school's residence halls near the intersection of Forsyth and Big Bend boulevards. A student band's attempt to play an impromptu concert was thwarted by campus police, who later cited band members for disturbing the peace and interfering with a police officer.

By daybreak on Feburary 23, DC++ was no more. Though a subsequent article in the campus newspaper Student Life intimated that school administrators had nixed the network, Leicht says that's not so. "The university had no part in shutting down the hub," she maintains. "The student who was running the hub turned off the hub."

At any rate, Matt Arthur, the school's director of residential technology services who was quoted in both Westhoff's story and in Student Life, announced late last week that all students who used the file-sharing network will receive a letter or e-mail warning them to delete any illegally copied files or risk disciplinary action.

The Crunk Deficit

Recently announced: The U.S. trade deficit is at an all-time high. We buy China's crap and they seem to have no use for ours. How strong are their abs, anyway? How much fat have they recently burned?

Now think of St. Louis as the U.S. and Atlanta as China. And we're not talking about beer and dog food, we're talking about crunk. The St. Louis crunk deficit -- calculated as the amount of Atlanta-based crunk consumed here versus the amount of local crunk consumed there -- is staggering.

Lil Jon spins incessantly on local hip-hop stations. Trillville plays to breathing-room-only packed houses. Yin, Yang, and Twins are practically household words here.

All Atlanta-based artists.

Can Roni Sarig -- until recently the music editor of ATL alt-weekly Creative Loafing -- even name a single St. Louis crunk artist?

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