Saturday, February 27, 2010

Pissing Contest of the Pathetic Media Whores

I have been laughing at the two bitter bitties who have been hackling and cackling between one another this past week. Al Sharpton and Tavis Smiley, going at it like rabid dogs are in the phase where the crazed, diseased animal suffers from hallucinations.


The delusions of grandeur have really kicked in because both of them think that they have an instrumental part in constructing the black agenda. Since both are in the running to be the HNIC of the washboard clan, they are yard-fighting like two confused cocks over who can articulate any unwritten agenda to Bami the best.

Bitter, bitchy Smiley has been bellyaching since Bami showed him his ass-checks in a response to an invitation back in 2008 or 2007 to the State of the Black Union shucking and jiving convention. Smiley, a self-proclaimed peacock, got pissed and has been salty since. I guess since he has Cornel (puhlease put your white women away because I will fuck'e) West as his spiritual advisor, and author under his book company, he can flex his long-winded verbiage a little while longer.

Then there's Big Perm Sharpton who doesn't realize the cremey crack is eating away his brain cells because he actually thinks that someone, especially Bami, takes him seriously. A guy who strategically decides what to protest for political positioning in a pseudo-elitest black group that still lets Jesse Tiger Woods Jackson say prayers at CBC events.

Ahh, Sharpton, a "get-in-where-I-can fit-in" negro, blowing like the wind to his next paycheck and fame. Be it Russell "Pimp Black Talent" Simmons, or the Jena 6. Strutting like a featherless fat cock in a yard full of chickenheads and chicken shit politicians. Sharpton is in powerless position as he was 20 years ago, and I swear some folk are doing voodoo chants in hopes that he will cut off that nasty process.

And when these two small-peckered cluckered got to fighting this week it was hilarious. A whole bunch of he-say, she-say shit. Get to the real issue, both of you's is useless. How do I know? I interviewed both of these pubic hairs years ago and I am still not impressed.

2 ish talking intellectuals holla at a sista:

Reggie said...

Pathetic ain't it?!?

When you're no longer relevant, I guess you've gotta make a lot of unnecessary noise.

Goddess Intellect said...

Dead @ "these two small-peckered cluckered"...its so wrong yet so right.