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  • Re: Russell Simmons Is Now Also Caught Up On Rape And Child Molestation Accusations

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    The thing is if you old you want to fuck young girls and when you young you want to fuck old ppl .

    I remember many years When I was under 18 I only wanted to fuck milfs.. The older I got the younger i wanted.

    Its in the human nature.

    If you 50 fuck u wanna bag a 50 ?

    If you 50 u want a 18 - 30. and then u winning.

    Just stop. Just cause some shit is legal doesn't mean it should be done.

    A 50 year old pursuing an 18 year old ain't right no matter what

    Thats YOUR PERCEPTION. Wait till you get 50 and see if you gon say no to legal fresh pussy bruh, especially if you are rich and successfull.

    As long as its legal and people give consent i dont have to judge.

    Only thing you typed that matters
  • Trump Supporters Are Confusing LeVar Burton With LaVar Ball, And It’s Painful

    No, the “Star Trek” actor doesn’t have sons who play basketball in L.A.

    For 23 years, LeVar Burton attempted to teach the joys of reading to millions of youngsters on the PBS series “Reading Rainbow.”

    If only Trump supporters had paid heed to that message.

    It seems that a lot of Trumpers are confusing Burton with basketball dad LaVar Ball, or just assuming all LaVars are alike.

    Ball, the father of Los Angeles Lakers rookie Lonzo Ball, trolled Trump on CNN Monday by refusing to thank the president for getting his younger son LiAngelo and two of his UCLA basketball teammates out of China after they were charged with shoplifting.

    From Ball’s interview:

    “I don’t have to go around saying ‘thank you’ to everybody. He didn’t call me. I didn’t shake his hand. He didn’t have to say nothing, but I’m just saying. I have to know what somebody is doing before I say ‘thank you.’ I’m not just going to go around saying thank you.”

    Many people, especially Trump supporters, didn’t appreciate Ball’s comments and immediately went to Twitter to send rude comments to him.

    Instead, many of those comments went to LeVar Burton instead:

    @CNN @ChrisCuomo I wonder what you did to piss off your producers that they made you sit through that shit-show of an interview with @levarburton.... what an arrogant asshole!! — Jamie Lenz (@Jamieboy05) November 21, 2017

    But Burton also had to deal with razzing from his fellow cast members from “Star Trek: The Next Generation.”

    A few of Burton’s fans tried to subtly explain there may have been a slight misunderstanding.

    After that last post, the Trumpers couldn’t LeVar well enough alone

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  • Re: Cheap Seats What's on your Mind thread

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    What's the point of lying and posting a link that proves you are lying? From the link you posted!!!

    ESPN will launch a new podcast hosted by Bomani Jones, strengthening an already powerful lineup of on-demand content. New episodes will be available 2-3 times per week. Each episode will generally run between 45-60 minutes and will offer his singular point of view on sports and the world around it, while introducing new elements specifically formatted for the new medium. Timely guests will appear on a regular basis. Jones’s current ESPN Radio show will conclude in December.

    “Podcasting is changing how audio is consumed, since the listener is more in charge than ever, and offering dynamic content is a smart way to grow our business and serve our listeners,” said Keller. “Bomani, whose trajectory continues to rise, brings a distinct voice to an audience looking for compelling discourse. He asked to move his show from radio to a podcast and we readily agreed. His thought-provoking and entertaining opinions will translate perfectly to our on-demand platform.”

    Jones stated, “I couldn’t be more excited about moving exclusively to a podcast. As someone whose career began in the digital space, I can’t wait to fully explore what can be done there with an audio program. This podcast will be insightful, and I hope it will be as much fun to listen to as we’ll have putting it together.

    The Right Time with Bomani Jones debuted on ESPN Radio in September 2015. Jones will also appear on a new ESPN television show with Pablo Torre, launching in the spring of 2018.

    Lol his show had awful ratings nobody wants to listen a nasally dickhead for 3 hours....

    U think espn would say hey his rating suck so lets give him a 40 min podcast!!...he has a tv show comn n that shit will prolly bomb too

    You said he got the axe.

    A spokesperson for ESPN said upon Bomani asking they moved his show off the radio to a podcast.

    All means like I said earlier you lying like shit.

    Add on the bold and it proves that you a lying ass muthfucka on top of being a hater.

    No matter what his ratings were he didn't get the axe like you said so that proves that you a liar. When you purposefully say something that ain't true that means you're a liar.
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  • My mother spent her life passing as white. Discovering her secret changed my view of race and myself

    I’d never seen my mother so afraid.

    “Promise me,” she pleaded, “you won’t tell anyone until after I die. How will I hold my head up with my friends?”

    For two years, I’d waited for the right moment to confront my mother with the shocking discovery I made in 1995 while scrolling through the 1900 Louisiana census records. In the records, my mother’s father, Azemar Frederic of New Orleans, and his entire family were designated black.

    The discovery had left me reeling, confused and in need of answers. My sense of white identity had been shattered.

    My mother’s visit to my home in Illinois seemed like the right moment. This was not a conversation I wanted to have on the phone

    But my mother’s fearful plea for secrecy only added to my confusion about my racial identity. As did her birth certificate that I obtained from the state of Louisiana, which listed her race as “col” (colored), and a 1940 Louisiana census record, which listed my mother, Alvera Frederic, as Neg/Negro, working in a tea shop in New Orleans. Four years later, she moved north and married my white father

    Reluctantly, I agreed to keep my mother’s secret. For 17 years I told no one, except my husband, my two children and two close friends that my mother was passing as white. It was the longest and most difficult secret I’d ever held.

    My mother’s pale, olive skin and European features appeared to belie the government documents defining her as African American, allowing her to escape that public designation for most of her adult life

    In the silence of those 17 years, I tried to break through my mother’s wall of silence. But every time I tried, she politely but firmly changed the subject. Her refusal to talk about her mixed race only fueled my curiosity. How had she deceived my racist white father? Why was she so fearful and ashamed of her black heritage?

    Using my skills as a seasoned mystery author, I started sifting through the details of her life, looking for clues that would help me understand her. But this real-life mystery only intensified as I tried to sort truth from fiction

    My mother had always told me that she was reluctant to visit her family of origin in New Orleans because she hadn’t been raised by either parent and there were just too many sad memories. Now I wondered if she was really just afraid that if we visited we’d meet family members who were not passably white? On several occasions her mother and her sister visited us in Ohio. But they appeared white and no one hinted otherwise. Did her brother never visit us because he didn’t appear white?

    I wondered now why she’d never been able to show me photographs of my grandfather growing up. Was it because he was visibly black? And could my mother’s avoidance of the sun be attributed to her fear that her skin would darken too much? Then there was her obsession with makeup, even wearing makeup to bed.

    Piecing her life together, I marveled at how she endured the racism of living in the predominantly white suburb of Parma, Ohio, with a racist husband. My father’s racism was a reflection of his upbringing in a close-knit Cleveland ethnic neighborhood. Though he never used the N-word, he was still vocal about his bigotry, referring to African Americans using other racial slurs, deriding blacks for what he perceived as their lack of ambition and criminality. Unknowingly deriding his wife, my mother.

    My mother reprimanded him with little vigor. Was she afraid of bringing too much attention to the race issue? Did his racist remarks beat on her like a hard, cold rain? Or had she convinced herself that she deserved it for the lie that sat at the heart of their marriage?

    In escaping the Jim Crow south, coming north and marrying my white father, she must have thought gaining white privilege was worth the price of losing family ties and her authentic self. The irony was that in gaining white privilege, in passing for white, the onslaught of racism was splayed open to her. Its ugly face could now be shared with her, a “white” woman who would understand and possibly agree.

    Every day she had to live with the paradox of what W.E.B. Du Bois called “two-ness,” the ambivalence of people of mixed European and African ancestry. If a mixed-race person is white enough to pass, how does that person deal with the trappings of a racist culture where you’re forced to choose a side?

    As if in self-defense or maybe retaliation for my father’s racism, she imbued me with a moral imperative to respect all people regardless of their color. A gifted storyteller, she related stories of New Orleans and the bigotry she witnessed. As a child I listened with rapt attention to the story of the old black woman on Canal Street burdened with packages who didn’t move off the sidewalk for a white man. He shoved her aside like so much trash and called her the n-word.

    “That wasn’t right,” my mother told me. “But that’s how it was in New Orleans back then.”

    Now I understood the clues concealed in that story. That she was hinting at her hidden self or maybe preparing me to accept the part of her she’d left behind in New Orleans and her reason for doing that.

    After my mother’s death in 2014 I was freed of my vow. In what can only be called serendipity, I was presented with an opportunity to solve the uncertainly of my racial heritage. PBS’s Genealogy Roadshow was looking for family mysteries related to New Orleans. I appeared on the show in January 2015.

    Three days later, my mother’s family found me. My “new” Frederic family welcomed me with generosity and love, neither judging my mother nor rejecting me. At the welcome home party in New Orleans, I met my new uncle, two aunts, and slews of cousins. We were every shade of skin from darkest ebony to whitest white and all the shades in between. Suddenly, I was part of a multiracial family.

    Armed with Genealogy Roadshow’s confirmation of my racial heritage and wanting to understand that heritage, I traced the Frederic family back to 18th-century Louisiana. I discovered slave owners, enslaved women, and free people of color. Through the centuries I saw how shifting racial laws had affected my family, boxing them into racial categories that hindered them. My redemptive journey became the basis for my book, White Like Her: My Family’s Story of Race and Racial Passing.

    I suspect there are many white Americans are unaware of their own mixed-race heritage. Our country’s hidden history of racial mixing is embedded in many Americans’ DNA whether they know it or not, belying the notion of racial certainty. It’s embedded in my DNA, which is 9 percent African. But although I could check “other” or “multiracial” when asked my race on a form, I still identify as a white woman. At this late point, it would be disingenuous of me to claim any other identity. I’ve enjoyed white privilege my entire life.

    I will never forget my mother’s haunted look as she said, “How will I hold my head up with my friends?” I bear no rancor toward her for not telling me of her mixed-race heritage. I feel only sorrow that, even after I knew, she was unable to share with me her feelings about who she really was and the life she had lived. Even so, I find solace and pride in finally knowing the truth of my own heritage and the mixed-race family of which I am a part.
  • Re: The emasculation of the Black Man continues...

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    25 year old clippers? Them blades gotta be rusty and yo hairline gotta have jagged edges



    Always SMMH at that gif!

    So let's say you're at a funeral and that shit were to happen... do you clap? What's the correct protocol?

    I'd get up and leave. I paid my respects.

    I will say this if I know the person well enough to come to the conclusion this is something they would've wanted or be OK with I wouldn't leave but I damn for sure ain't clapping for it.

    Here is the whole video. I never saw it before. That bullshit is insane to me.

    See... this is why i'm getting cremated. I know too many b-boys. Y'all not about to be boogie poppin and lockin with my mortal remains.

    Save that shit for the wake after the booze comes out.

    Fuck all that. If my fam and friends don't arrange that for my funeral they aint really love me. If they drop the casket that's on them niggas, not me. I'm already dead fuck more damage could they do

    Write it in your will Gabs!!!
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