You just hate black jelly beans because you’re a racist.
...look, I don’t have a real defense of them, but you attacked something I love and I wanted to hurt you back. There. I said it.
You just hate black jelly beans because you’re a racist.
...look, I don’t have a real defense of them, but you attacked something I love and I wanted to hurt you back. There. I said it.
The article could have been summarized in one simple word:
Stop being disgusting.
If you see the post as an attack, then maybe you need to ask yourself why you see it as an attack.
Let me save you some introspection - it made you think of all the shitty things you allow to happen around you.
Just a small correction:
I’m never gonna stop fingerblasting.
Ever.
Man its almost like this is a complex and nuanced issue that can cause deep layers of trauma and, paired with the association with the rapist, a whole lot of confusion.
But yeah, just reduce it down to basic shit because you are a basic poop-ass fuckboy.
Dude, fuck you.
Thank you for writing this.
No qualifiers attached, thank you.
Look at this fucker, pretending that the police protect BLM rallies and marches.
It would be adorable if it wasnt dripping with racism
You know what, I’m done with that “we shall overcome” bullshit that people tell us is the “correct” way to deal with this.
I’m done suppressing my anger. I’m done pretending that we live in a just society. I’m getting armed because - frankly - I am likely to end up dead or paralyzed for simply existing. I’d rather…
Wait, you want men to be open with their feelings and honest with their partners about expectations, wants, needs, and hopes?
Yeah, you dumb. Now excuse me while i wade back into this pool of toxic masculinity.
I tell you, my dude, you became my spirit animal with #10.
I look dead into their soulless eyes as I walk up on them. I even deliberately slow down my pace to give them time to accept that SOMEONE (them.) is going to have to make way for prince Ali.
And, I swear to Black Jesus, I get off on that shit. I can taste their…
I remember the first time i saw someone put sugar on grits. I was like “fam, you reached for the sugar by accident.”
Dear Mr. Jackson,
I would say “color me surprised” but come on - we know this dance. We know the measure and the clef. Its been the song playing in the background since 1776, and we all quietly hum the tune when we are stuck in traffic on the way to work.
In America, whiteness is the ultimate pass. It allows them to be Susan Smith. It…
Is there some sort of Marshall Plan to help me recover from all these truth bombs that just got dropped?
Oh the Trumpnesia will be strong with the whites.
Just like there aren’t any whites alive today that said “you know, I was one of those guys who called MLK a terrorist and a hoodlum.”
If you see “talking to black men about issues that they are causing” to be anti-black male, then you are a part of the problem.
If you are feeling attacked because someone is pointing out how you are contributing to a culture that hurts black women, then you are a part of the problem.
What i like is that you have a…
We. Are. The. Fucking. Worst.
We get so damned caught up in our struggles that we don’t pay attention to the women who love us and depend on us to stand in solidarity with them. For every Trent and Becky that does mayonnaise-level white shit to us, there is a Jamal or a James (yes, black people can have “normal”…