I hate you Don Imus. But probably not for the reasons you think. I don't hate you because you look like an evil über villian capable of unleashing cold death via catastrophic winter precipitation. I don't even hate you for your assessment of the Rutger's women's basketball team's hair texture and level of sexual promiscuity -- no matter how
No, Donald. I hate you because you've awakened The Sharpton.
Everyone knows that if we just go on with our lives and act as if racism is obsolete, The Sharpton will busy himself with chicken grease baths, sherm-perm touch ups, and pitching his new BET reality pilot: Black Survivor: Bensonhurst.
Far be it from my often offensive self to take offense to your offensiveness. I mean, one of those amendments gives you the right speak your mind. It's just too bad that our founding fathers didn't include a line or two extolling the virtues of shutting the absolute fuck up lest we rile up opportunistic civil rights dinosaurs.
Just promise me if Jesse gets into this thing that you'll do us all a favor and jump off your refrigerator head first.
big up - Rutger's women's b-ball, Tawana Brawley, Dark & Lovely No-Lye Relaxer
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