He's the one-time surly and maniacal basketball player "Sir" Charles Barkley.
I can't say I followed him or basketball too closely, but I recall Barkley as being just a few high heels behind super-crazy Dennis Rodman in the "trouble maker" category. He wasn't an affable Magic Johnson type.
But now, the retired star is causing trouble for the real trouble makers:
There are probably a few grinning rap-monkey comedians out there searching for a way to discredit Barkley (as one of them did to Cosby). That's what they do. They find a way to drag down any black man with guts and morality, who takes the hard road of being educated, wearing a suit, and turning his back on the lazy stereotypes of simian behavior. They want to find a way to tell Barkley to shut up and understand that ALL blacks are violent, stupid and have the civilization gene missing. So just let 'em have the food stamps, have the welfare, and have the entire sidewalk and gutter when they flex down the street carrying that huge bottle of malt liquor.
Barkley is right, of course. Scumbags seize a tragic circumstance to enrich themselves. They don't care who gets hurt, who is damaged, or how rioting further destroys the economy and the credibility of black people.
Look at that photo. Charles is wearing a suit and tie. He doesn't have a hat on backwards. He isn't flashing an ugly gorilla 'grill' of gold teeth. You can bet his pants fit. This goes against the classless class clowns and Charlie Browns who love to call themselves niggas...and wonder why others simply call them niggers. Assimilation is too much like work. So is building things, as opposed to breaking things.
The scumbags are pointing at Charles Barkley and finding rationalizations for not listening to him, and calling him an Uncle Tom. Oh, he doesn't know, because he's rich. He never had to work hard or practice or anything. Blah blah woof woof.
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