![]() ![]() So what now? Where do you go, Stacey? You don’t wanna be Black but you surely ain’t white either. You are no longer welcome.Īnd we’ve tried to trade you in the racial draft but white folks have told us that they don’t want you either. You can’t sit with us and you surely can’t eat Aunty’s special tater salad. At this point, I’d vouch for Rachel Dolezal the Undercover Sista before I make you my plus one. You’ve cemented your place as That Black Person That Cannot Be Invited To The Annual Barbeque Because She Doesn’t Like Being Black. Throw in Raven-Symone and y’all might prematurely trigger the apocalypse. ![]() If you and Don Lemon (the high fructose corn syrup of journalism) walk into a room at the same time, the space-time continuum might collapse in itself from peak daftness. I don’t understand, and I don’t even have the time to talk about how wrong your statements are. Elle Magazine is probably like “Who is Stacey Dash?” But you wanna talk about how we don’t need “segregation.” These white folks ain’t checking for you for anything but to let you make a fool of yourself on their crappy news network, ma’am. Vogue ain’t ever invite you to grace their covers. Let’s not even bring up the fact that you’ve been on the cover of KING Magazine AND Heart & Soul, two Black publications. The last “acting” project I remember you in was as the video girl in Kanye West’s “All Falls Down.” Instead, you just continue to show that self-awareness is mad busy. Your acting career is stale so you’d think you would know better than bite one of the few hands that feeds you. Who else was giving you checks after Clueless, Stacey? WHO? It surely wasn’t NBC. People got shorter memories than goldfish outchea. ![]() Give whoever did this a raise this moment, BET. Which is why when they clapped back on Twitter, I GUFFAWED. I want to believe that you are the Troll of the Universe. Because otherwise, you’re just dizzy as fucque. You just want me to cuss to high heavens and low hells, because ain’t no way I’m supposed to hear that and the veins in my neck don’t make a cameo. I don’t… I can’t… I won’t… because what you have here is a tool of sinning. THAT IS THE POINT, dustbucket! How is someone in the skin you’re in so uninformed about the reality of race, systemic exclusion and dynamics of power? It IS the other way around, goof!!! These mainstream award shows ARE supposed to be integrated and STILL white people are only awarding other white people. If it were the other way around, we would be up in arms… Just like there shouldn’t be a Black History Month. If we don’t want segregation, then we need to get rid of channels like BET and the BET Awards and the Image Awards where you’re only awarded if you’re Black. “Either we want to have segregation or integration. The latest from you are your remarks about the boycott of the Oscars happening, and you once again talked from the side of your mouth. When Fox News hired you to be a contributor on their network, I knew it was a wrap then. ![]() Your cousin Damon Dash distanced himself from you. The things you say about race, police brutality, politics are so out of pocket that your family has disowned you for being a dumb ass. But you’re so far right that your views show contempt for your own skinfolk. Black folks are not a monolith, and we do not all have the same politics and we do not all have to be Liberals. Stacey Dash ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, huh?” It was my first inkling. Self-hate is a summagoat, and you are swimming in it.įirst, you endorsed Mitt Romney as president of the United States, against Barack Obama. Some of the things you’ve been saying in these last 5 years are so imbecilic that I’m pretty sure you’re the long lost niece of Uncle Ruckus. I do not understand how one person could be so out of touch that they’re a caricature of coon. And it’s either you’re doing it on purpose to troll us OR you were the prototype for the Child Left Behind that Dubya tried to save. You know how folks talk about the “Great White Hope?” You’re the Great Black Disappointment, because every single time you open your mouth, stupidity falls out. You exchanged your face aging for senselessness. Like how the Little Mermaid exchanged her voice for legs. Now I realize that you made a deal with the devil that in exchange for youthfulness, he’d take your ability to be logical. People either wanted to be you or wanted to be with you.īut no. Your Black was glossy and luxurious as hell. I wondered if you swan dove in a fountain of unicorn tears every morning. All I knew about you before 2012 was that your Black refused to crack, because you were pushing forty years old and could still play a college student. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |