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With Underground being canceled, Queen Sugar is probably the one show that I look forward to the most each week. No show gets more from its characters or has a musical arrangement anywhere as good. I’m a little confused by how people refer to it as a soap opera yet put up with the pure ratchet-ness that is Empire,

Has anyone asked this woman’s family if they “forgive” this police officer yet? Just saying....

“It’s a bit too early in the day for white whine.”

The point missing is that a CHILD should NEVER be labeled as a “mistress” in the first place. Therein lies the problem. But...as always, “murican” history forgets to humanize persons-of-color.

This just arrived this afternoon from Amazon, and it actually made me feel a little sad knowing that he’s gone.

Whew....I thought I was the only one who noticed how pretentious that was. I remember pointing it out to my girlfriend, who didn’t believe me at first, but suddenly she starting noticing girls with those overly long sleeves on sweaters. We started calling it the victimized-white-girl look.

This is the epitome of self-righteousness and self-promotion. She comes across as petty and as arrogant as Donald Trump. She was busted doping and trying to gain an edge against players that fought hard and did things the right way, and suddenly, she’s a victim. Women’s tennis doesn’t need her.

The problem is that she was NEVER really a true journalist in the first place. She’s a right-wing entertainer and racist. Nothing more, nothing less. NBC made the huge mistake of chasing after blondness, and ended up with a mediocre ditz.

Zing!

Yep. She was staring a star in the face and didn’t realize it. She just thought he simply had a crush on her.

Because the response is usually pretty harsh...You don’t have to scroll too far to see some pretty crazy comments whenever there is a situation where a Black man marries or dates a non-Black female. Yet, Janet Jackson is about to divorce her billionaire non-Black husband, and there are crickets. There’s a lady,