Not that long ago, my black-in-the-way-Obama-is-black nephew invited me to say the "n word" to him. Only he didn't say "n word". It's the first time in a long time I've been shocked. Not pearl-clutching "how ever could you say that!" shocked, but honestly-couldn't-think-for-a-second shocked.
It's not like I've been waiting with impatience for 33 years for permission to say that. In fact, I can't even think that word. In my head, in the privacy of my own thoughts, it's still the "n word". I might be able to say that word if someone held a gun to my head, but maybe not.
I guess I was just raised right.
Clearly, some other people, who were in DC on September 12th, were not.
"Mack daddy", huh? Yes, our President is indeed "pimpalicious", a "player of players" and a "romantic lady killer". Nothing like a little respect for the POTUS.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Obama is a MUSLIM!TERRORIST!HE'sBLACK!! Oh, and Confederate flags always say "I love you" to the black community. They love that.
Minimalizing the suffering of actual victims of the Holocaust, profanity and Godwin'ing your own sign. Classy.
Homophobia, poor drawing skills (what are those- aardvarks?) and an unclear message- you've won me over!
So, he's a vampiric, muslim Vulcan? The screenplay writes itself. Somebody call JJ!
I kid, but seriously, could you wastes of precious resources shut the fuck up and stop making my nephew sad? Please?
