Dear Judas(perfect name btw),

Peas and Rice! I wrote:

If I was thirsty for validation this comment would’ve given it me don’t you think? Unfortunately for you, I recognize reverse psychology when I read it and I feel like being charitable. So here I am responding to you and now you can feel like someone in this big ole ‘innanet’ sees you. Here’s the deal. I’m not sure if…

I didn’t watch the emmy’s because they tend to be the most boring of the award shows. I am glad they the award winners are becoming just as diverse and television watching has become. Also I’m pro black so I just reading my favorite black writers take on the moments of black excellence and the moments of white…

Hey BK!!! His statement makes it even more obvious what a dumpster fire the other guy is.

very very little you can tell by the fact that you can see her freckles. Which means little to no foundation and no concealer.

Hey I take my cards to the bathroom with me when I play spades against my mama!!! She my mama but I don’t trust her! ( in certain circumstances)

dead

did anyone ever buy the scootie byke?

Dumb questions I get everyday at work.....

That song was for Paris too. I love that his daughter will cut you if you talk bad about her father.

How does it feel? How does it feel? when you’re alone and you’re cold inside? classic!!

I have 2 songs that should make the list. Keep the faith & Will you be there. Michael went straight Gospel on both songs I usually listen to one or both if i’m making sunday dinner

I was eating them grits like it was wet crack

How does your dad & that side of your family feel about this situation? I know this is the second time I’ve read about you struggles to accept your mothers lack of acceptance of the way the world views you vs. the way the world claims to view you but I don’t remember you mentioning your father’s opinion.

Can you take me out the greys plz. :(

dafuq??? Our womens aint got the k-michelle special that y’all women claim is grits. #jussayin

I know I am putting my black card at risk but the best grits I ever had outside of my daddy’s kitchen was in a french restaurant in Fort Green Brooklyn for my birthday. I had Grilled pork chops with guyere cheese grits and garlic roasted green beans.

As a New Yorker with family roots from North Carolina and Louisiana, I see nothing wrong with this list. I would like to add to this list any Northern Cracker Barrels and Waffle houses.

Let’s not forget that he uses the confederate flag as a backdrop and has a half black son that he had custody of and his mixed race grand child. “sigh”