I have followed the career of Al Sharpton since the late 80’s. He’s quite the character but if you pull back the skin like an onion you’ll see the truth–he’s a fraud and not a nice person. You would think that while you are in the process of building a brand that would influence many and in return put you in a position of power you would embrace any support from black moderate Democrats. The truth is he has referred to the aforementioned as “Cocktail sip Negroes” or “Yellow niggers.” Hmmmm. Not exactly the Joe Biden man hug I was hoping for.
Sharpton made a lot of noise with the media in the 80’s. He would randomly call New York radio and TV stations with his opinion on stories that involved a person of color. He soon became familiar with many journalists in the New York area and when they would need a comment for a news story that had a racial slant….they resorted to calling Sharpton. I give him credit for being able to manipulate the media into becoming the Sea Monkeys that they are.
Let’s fast forward to today. Every Democratic nominee for President in 2020 has resorted to kissing this man’s ring in order to get an endorsement. Based on his terrible and short lived TV show it is obvious he is insecure and would never hire anyone to challenge him. In regards to his TV show he took on a project he was unable to handle. If I was on staff I would have advised him: “Perhaps you should concentrate on putting a few sentences together before putting on the Lion’s head.”
Critics of my brilliant and accurate observation of Al Sharpton will and do play the race card. They will scream “He doesn’t like black people.” I will say this again. I don’t see color. I see good and evil and as long as you have brought up color I would suggest you find a true patriot of color to rally behind. Start with Ben Carson and if you have any more doubts about the integrity of Al Sharpton I would suggest a search on Tawana Brawley.
Sexting. I just don’t get it. It makes about as much sense to me as sitting in front of Pee Wee Herman at a movie theatre. Call me spoiled but I discovered streaming video on the internet a long time ago so I don’t think a few dirty words with a hash tag is gonna stiffen my putter.
Of course we’re talking about this nonsense again because Anthony Weiner is back at his old tricks again but he takes it to a different level by including a picture of his junk. There are a lot of check points this process has to go through before one hits send and I shudder in confusion that his “idea” passed through all of them.
The penis is not pretty. It kind of looks like an index finger missing a nail. There is a reason why it is kept beneath underwear and pants AND a zipper to keep it from public viewing. The only time it should be illuminated is when you are using it for waste removal purposes behind a closed-door otherwise the penis is meant to be nocturnal.
Let’s review the process that Anthony Weiner must have gone through to sext a picture of his manhood: 1) Drop pants and expose penis 2) Grab iPhone and focus on the “subject” 3) Take a few pictures of your penis to get the “right one” 4) Maybe Instagram it a bit for effect 5) Hit send.
At what point during this process does “BAD IDEA” enter into one’s mind? Apparently with Anthony Weiner this never happened and he just sat there waiting for a reply. That to me is the along the same line as a guy being naked and playing with puppets….it’s FREAKING creepy!!
So the next time ya get pissed at a friend for texting you a picture of some crappy salad they made with feta cheese on top….just remember…it could be worse.
If schools follow the example being set in the United Kingdom soon it will be wrong to raise your hand in the classroom. The thought process here is it will create a calmer classroom. Instead of hand-raising, students are encouraged to show a “thumbs-up” with one hand and cup it with the other. I don’t know what happens in the United Kingdom but hand raising never made me nervous. I used to sit in class and have the school bully, reeking of Marlboro smoke at the age of thirteen, whisper in my ear that in less than two hours he was gonna knock my teeth out. Raising my hand was the only way I could summon the attention of the teacher so she could notify my mother to take the afternoon off from work so I could have my face stitched back together.
Can we even get through our day as an adult without raising our hand? Try getting the attention of a cabbie in New York by giving him the “thumbs up.” My luck he’d be nearsighted, think I just flipped him off, pull his cab to the curb and knock my teeth out all because I was trying to create a “calmer environment.”
Heaven forbid you’re ever in a situation involving a firearm and an attempted robbery. Chances are the bad man with the gun is gonna want you to put your hands up. Imagine if you ignored his suggestion because you wanted to defuse the situation by creating a “calmer environment” and ya cupped one hand giving the thumbs up. Your Island of Zen will instantly turn into a CSI opening. Cut to David Caruso standing over your corpse saying “Now it’s time for us to give HIM a hand.” Sunglasses on…cue Who song.
People need to stop focusing on such trivial things because before ya know it there will be lawsuits to ban the Pledge of Allegiance. 🙂