Mommy, Change My Nappy
So it looks like they fired that honkey Don Imus.
I don’t know. I don’t get it. Since age ten, there hasn’t been a single name you could call me that would get me very upset. Because around ten I came to understand the phrase “sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me”. People are mean sometimes and they call other people names. So what? Getting all bent out of shape seems pretty thin-skinned to me, no matter what color you are. Crying to the teacher over name calling?
Personally I think all us nappy-headed ho’s, honkeys, spics, injuns, and chinks ought to grow up, and lighten up. Sure, there is injustice in the world. And people stereotype each other all the time, making cruel innuendo. So why do we amplify their words by protesting so much? I wasn’t listening to Imus that day, and would have never been exposed to his rant if it weren’t for the big reaction. Let it go, folks. There are far bigger fish to fry (like G.W. Asshole send-the-kids-to-war Bush) than Don Imus, who isn’t even a racist, just a guy with a big mouth, like me.
on April 13th, 2007 at 1:10 am
You’ve had kinky, curly hair from time to time. No?
You’ve rented the use of your magnificent body for the purpose of carnal pleasure from time to time, no?
Ergo, aren’t you a nappy-headed ho?
Love,
The Injun who’s really a Mick.
on April 13th, 2007 at 12:58 pm
What gets me is the fact that rappers say things WORSE than this EVERY DAY and no one bats an eye. And kids idolize them, and worse, emulate them. It’s okay for them to be racist because they are directing it at their own race, or because they are black, or both? Uh uh.
Love,
The Lightly-Wavy-Haired Ho Who Couldn’t Make a Basket if she Tried