Showing posts with label YPY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label YPY. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Jesse Jackson Has A Haterade IV Drip - WWWBP

As a negro myself, my biggest beef with other Black people as a whole is that most of them (us) still just don't "get it". What I mean to say is that Black people cannot seem to grasp the concept that BLACK PEOPLE THEMSELVES are the main obstacles standing between their (our) race (I prefer the word, culture) and the promised land that Martin Luther The King spoke so eloquently of.

Case in point: the chimp in the picture above.

I don't refer to "Reverend" Jackson as a chimp because he's a Negro, I call him a chimp because he's easily excited, reacts wildly without forethought, and functions on a set of simple principles with almost no room for adaptation.

The civil rights movement is OVER. Period. In many ways, it was over that day the shots rang out at The Lorraine Motel in Memphis -- the day "Reverend" Jackson smeared the blood of Dr. King on himself and played it up for the news crews. That was the day that one of the last men of the movement truly willing to die for his beliefs did just that.

After that, the vultures swooped in. They scavenged what was left of a noble legacy --they raped a cause and bore from it bastard children. Greed. Self-service. Opportunism.

And now the vultures are themselves little more than fearful relics. They privately recognize that their cause no longer really exists -- especially not in the way they insist on preserving and displaying it. They chant the mantra of "racism", and by doing so, keep it alive like a hidden ember that still burns, only now without passion, in the hearts of White people. By keeping it alive, they keep themselves relevant. They remind an entirely new generation of humans that they still exist. They drum up the memberships of their organizations. They fuel the contributions that allow them to enjoy the standard of living to which they have become accustomed -- a standard afforded by the deaths of men greater than themselves.

For Jesse Jackson and his ilk, admitting that the path to acceptance, advancement, and inclusion lies in one's own readiness to take responsibility for oneself would be "career" suicide. Why? Because it puts all the pressure on the person each of us sees in the mirror. At that point, the evil White Boogeyman vanishes instantly and guess what -- Jesse has to get a real job for the first time since he left the chicken coop -- in short, White people DO NOT oppress a group that is SELF-OPPRESSED.

So, "Reverend" Jackson, I'd tell you to raise your glass of Haterade, but the truth is, you're already drowning in it. To express a desire to "cut Barrack Hussein's nuts off", is the ultimate in hate. To show contempt for a man who has risen above so much of what you would claim still holds Black people down is the ultimate contradiction.

And at this stage of the game, any lack of acceptance stems NOT from the "Barrack Obama" people see in Barrack Obama, but rather the "Jesse Jackson" you force people to assume must be innate in people of color simply because we are of color and, therefore, identify with nothing other than our color -- because our color is what's holding us back. Right?

Wrong. You are.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Hey Alex, Is "A-Rod" Mexican for A-Hole? - YPY

I know, I know. He's "Dominican-American".







I thought I'd offer my readers a view of exactly where Cynthia Rodriguez' divorce lawyer's dong will be inserted when it's all said and done.

Anyhoo. Alex, mi amigo, you have played yourself on a scale that can only be described as EPIC.

I can't even remember how many gozillions of dollars The Yankees agreed to pay you back in the day, but I DO know it was an absolute shitload.

And now, you are going to give an awful lot of it to your soon to be ex-wife. Why, you ask? Because among other offenses, it seems you haven't been able to keep your bat out of MA-FREAKING-DONNA'S nappy dugout?!?!?!

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY?

May I remind you that this is the same 50 year-old vagina that Dennis Rodman and Robbie Van Winkle (among COUNTLESS others) have been beating up since the 80's? Oh yeah, and Jeff Spicoli -- can't forget Spicoli.

As you may have noticed by the recent divorce misfortunes of one Mr. Russell Simmons, family court judges these days don't play -- and Big Russ didn't do anything nearly as egregious (that we know of) as boink one of the biggest whores in pop culture history.

Next time, take a page out of the book of one of the most notoriously (allegedly) unfaithful husbands ever, who just so happens to be the greatest basketball player to ever live -- Michael Jeffrey Jordan. He went back to Jaunita after a month of bachelorhood. Guess he figured that it just wasn't worth 150 million of his Nike dollars.

Remember Alex, you earned those millions. Don't throw any of them away because you're all Kabbalah-whipped by the high mileage va-jay-jay of the next Cher, for fuck sake.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Russell, Please Raise Your Bottle of Haterade. Let's Toast! - YPY




So. The divorce is final. Was it worth it?

Cinque has escaped The Amistad and he's tapping your ex.

You've been court-ordered to pay $20,000 PER month, PER child to that irritating label-whore ninja.

Phat Farm is the 13th hottest selling clothing brand at Wal-Mart

All you can think of is how well Cinque is giving it to Kimora... and how many goats she can buy him every month with 40,000 of your dollars.

Yes, Russell. Raise your bottle. Here's to divorce!

Haterade. Is it In you?