OseK is a sick, sorry, syphiliptic son of a bitch with whom Haroon
and ComSense have been feuding since time began. The little
dog-raping bastard's argument is essentially that he was the founder of #HipHop, and therefore, he
should not only have divine right to the channel until the end of time, but also have his diminutive
penis made into a plaster-of-paris mold from which small chocolate candies can be made and sold in
PathMark, Target, and K-Mart stores nationwide. Only then, he claims, can he be happy.
It's always interesting to watch OseK try to argue with someone intellectually superior to him (a class of people which encompasses about 99.74 percent of the human population, and includes several species of wildlife as well). In response to logical arguments, he will simply retort with "Fuck you, faggot!" and then proceed to flood you with these pearls of wisdom until you're forced to break connection to the Internet and redial. (Blessed art thou with an Ethernet connection, for ye art immune.) What's even more perverse is that in his mind, he's always the winner of these bouts.
It's true that OseK used to be a key player on #HipHop, well before the current regime took over. At this time, I shall defer to my good colleague Haroon, who shall tell the story (as told on #HipHop on May 4, 1997):
*HipHop was a desolate wasteland around 1994. My group of warriors invaded the terrain, which was then lurking of [sic] people with nicks such as Kokane and OseK, as well as other wack nothings. We moved in quick . . . and we dug a trench around the castle. We forced the former people into the trench, which at one time was water . . . now it's blood. (chuckle)Every December 26th, we have a holiday . . . and we urinate in this new river. We call it . . . OseK! We, as a secret hip hop order . . . control all aspects of daily hip hop life . . . language, body language, and other hip hop philosophies. This order dates back to 1975 . . .
I'd let Haroon continue, but the silly bitch tends to ramble.
Anyway, as you can probably tell, OseK inspires quite a bit of hatred in some members of the #HipHop community -- so much, in fact, that when it was discovered that he once had a younger brother who died of a terminal disease, we couldn't wait to sink to new lows in taunting the poor bastard. It worked for a while, but after a few crying spells, OseK seems to have built up enough intestinal fortitude (or at least some semblance thereof) to not be bothered too much by people asking him how his dead brother is doing in Hell. (In case you haven't noticed it already, we're not exactly the neighborhood Welcome Wagon here on #HipHop.)
If you don't yet have a full sense of how intellectually retarded OseK is, then chew on this. Having read this profile of himself (with the aid of his 17 tutors -- all kept on retainer, of course), OseK recently announced that he intends to file a lawsuit against ComSense as retaliation for his unflattering portrayal here. Evidently, OseK is no friend of the First Amendment; furthermore, he quite obviously possesses less legal knowledge than Snuffle Upagus. I'd sit down and explain to OseK exactly why and how he has no case, but I'd rather let him waste his time, money, and fast-dwindling brain cells on this wild goose chase, and let him find out the hard way. (evil grin)
Real Name: Greg Taylor
Location: Suburban (of course) Seattle
Occupation: Bomber, graffiti artist, or whatever you choose to call it. Just don't call him
a tagger, or he'll pick you up and throw you at a teacher.
Name Meaning: OseK means "King of Darkness" in Japanese, according to the boy himself.
Preferred Nickname Perversions: GaySek, WhoreSek, OSick