Feeling Like Wayne Brady...
And thinking I might have to choke a bitch.
I’ll be the first to admit patience isn’t my shit. I am that person who expects you know some things and when you don’t or when you pretend to be ignorant about some shit, it pisses me off. For instance...
...when people act like they don’t know or understand WHY black people need their own space in this world. In this country. In this skin. It kind of irritates the fuck out of me.
Do you not see the headlines muthafuka? Are you illiterate? Are you one of 6 people under the age of 55 who doesn’t have a Facebook page? Do you have NO black friends? If the answer to any of those questions is YES, then I sincerely apologize. Otherwise...
WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. YOUR. DEAL.
I realize grammatically that should end in a fucking question mark, but if you cast your eyes upwards to the photo of my man Wayne Brady and that boss ass expression on his face, you will realize it ain’t no muthafukin’ question. It is a statement. It’s the realization of how fucking disappointed I am to associate with your dumb ass. How does anyone with half a brain, an ounce of compassion and a dash of common sense even ask that question? (Btw, that’s the recipe for a decent fucking human being.)
What I don’t get is why people (read: WHITE people) are ready to burn down a whole fucking dental office over some lion with a pimp-ass name (RIP Cecil) but are slow moving like a muthafuka when it comes to the death of unarmed black men and women in this country?Â
I mean this with love, compassion, virtue, dignity, and handsomeness (I assume these are the characteristics that Cecil had that made you muthafukas care so much about him in the first place,) if my need for solidarity with my people is questioned or challenged by another pasty-white, ignorant, privileged muthafuka I WILL be forced to... Choke. A. Bitch.
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