Jews have a new book idea. Ghostwriters to pen lurid tales of nigger gangland sex drugs and murder. Fiddy Cent to receive unearned attribution.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051115/ap_en_ot/50_cent_book_deal

A pat on the back to the first VNNer who locates the Jew in this woodpile!

Wow, these people are nuts.
Here are a few choice words from the publisher of the series Louise Burke;


Gerald said that Jackson’s young fan base, as well as the untraditional ethos of the street-fiction business, presented marketing challenges for the G-Unit series. But he added that it was also an opportunity to experiment with digital-delivery options as a way of reaching a younger audience. These digital tie-ins could include cell-phone downloads of audio and text excerpts, as well as G-Unit music. “This is an opportunity to try everything and see what you can do to get teenage boys reading,” he said.

While some parents might scoff at the idea of Jackson as a benevolent literary force, given his rags-to-riches story of drugs and violence, Burke said Jackson’s message contained redeeming qualities. “I think what you’re seeing is a contemporary take on the American Dream,” she said, adding that she was happy to be connected with such a successful brand. Jackson’s autobiography, From Pieces to Weight, has sold more than 40,000 copies since its release on Aug. 9, according to Nielsen BookScan. “Everything he touches works,” Burke said.

Before he writes one he should try reading one first. ;)

an excerpt! do you guys think I could ghostwrite this or what?

As I rolled outta my crib bout 3 pm, havin dun slept off a mean drunk got from dat Schlitz malt liquor, I kicked back in my ride and drove on down to Shaniqua's crib to see one o my crumbsnatchers.

Dat Shaniqua, I had dat beyotch out on da street, den she got old-- I had to put her on de welfare line, so I knock dat ass up-- now I gets paid by de gubbumint for havin dat lil shorty, and her grandma be lettin dem stay in her crib so dey dont need dat money nohow...

After checkin on dat, I went to see some o my homies and got my ass goin wid some spliffs. Dey had dat red hair sheet... sho nuff, I was dead blowed!

No 'count how long I was layin bout on de couch, den some niggas done stahted shootin! I thought it was jes one my homies fuckin up again, but den "zip" I hears a bullet goes past mah ears! Sheet! I ran my azz outta dere right quick! Damn, I said, I need to gets me some crack to wake mah azz up and fine what de fuck is goin on!