Dear Everyone, As many of you are aware, I recently made some derogatory and hurtful comments regarding [black people/gay people/our troops/the Jews]. Those who know me, particularly my [friends/family/fans/campaign supporters], will be fully aware that these remarks do not in any way,…
I have news for you, Beebs—GOD IS BLACK.
Southern: Eating honeysuckle. Redneck: Chewing tobacco.
Often it’s not about what TO do but what NOT to do. Something that’s always worked for me: if you could just TRY and not bring that Toblerone into bed with you. You’ll look (and feel) better in the morning. Promise.
Was that you, Sam Goudie, who visited me in my nightmare last night? Cloaked in a black veil, you called yourself death. When I asked to see your face you de-robed yourself, projectile vomited on me, and screamed “YOLO Bitchez”.
This had to be a joke, yes? The word “cracker” doesn’t have any real power to inflict pain on white people.
Paula Deen apologists descend on Facebook with cyber-torches, believing the celebrity chef is being demonized for “saying a bad word,” “being honest” and something, something, hip hop, something, something, Obama. They also line up to eat in her Georgia restaurants.
In Canada, a guy calls out hecklers and the Human Rights Commission fucking fines him!
‘Playboy’ had the added benefit of explicitly and more or less effortlessly linking high culture — wine, food, jazz — with the very epitome of masculinity, virility.