Is there no one in this child’s world that has tried to sit him down for a long talk?

You’re not even superior to this gentleman:

frequently pushing the idea that “white people are superior to members of other racial, ethnic and religious groups

I gave you a star because that was my initial reaction...until I read JonsLegion’s post.

Then, according to documents obtained by The Root, Maloney instructed a trainer to “Cut until I say so” or “Cut until I say it’s good.”

OTOH...This reject of the walking dead’s “virtues” have been advertised for over three years now.

Maternal mortality rates for black women are more than three times higher those of white mothers—more than half of those deaths occurred after the day of the delivery, reports the New York Times.

Oh, and FTP.

I’m right there with you. Usually I must see shit for myself to believe its validity.

The same reason I refuse to spend one nickel in Rainbow.

Unless they’re shedding cooties and lice,

Fuck him.

That little sweetie looks just like my grandson who, BTW, has hair exactly like that. His parents have never cut his hair.

Mr. Harriot,

As the first Black president walking through a minefield littered with the bodies, hopes and dreams of all that came before him...and all that are here now...I cut President Obama a measure of slack. The man was literally feeling his way along as republicans were doing all they could to derail his administration. He…

He’s useless. I don’t know why he’s still in the public eye, or why anybody gives him money for his damn voter fairness org. He was the AG when gerrymandering and election fraud were tuned to a fine art by the Republicans, and he did NOTHING. He didn’t even go on TV, hold up the Big Red Book of Voter Suppression and…

We just don’t go back and fix things in this country, whether that be slavery, sexual violence, or war crimes.

Read “American Slavery As It Is” by Theodore Dwight Weld.

Now, just think what it must be like to have someone who never had to worry about suffering from this sickness write an email filled with self-righteous, privileged conjecture about how you can cure the disease with thoughts and prayers and “applause.”

Out. Of. The. Fucking. Park, Mr. Harriot.