If you are like me and are part of the Petty Supreme Team™, you are probably still stewing over the Iron Fist casting and then even the subsequent promo photos. You see, every time the Marvel posts promos for Iron Fist–aka posts random social media material concerning a suburban White dude on hard times doing … Continue reading
Hell hath no fury like a White woman who is insecure. This is fairly a blunt ass way to start this piece off, since I haven’t seen y’all in like two months. To be fair, The Orange™ has been fucking so much shit up that it’s been giving me whiplash and simultaneous fatigue as a … Continue reading
Where do I even begin? Well, for starters, it would seem that Black men have had quite the time showing their ashy asses across the country and the diaspora this past week. This particularly includes the likes of Trevor “I Am Not Funny” Noah, Lee “I Have Always Hated Black Women” Daniels, and Box Wine … Continue reading
Lovers of the Zoo. It’s been awhile. The last time I wrote here, we did not yet have an Unstable Orange™ as the next president. Lucifer Swift™ was still underground and not out in the open, conspiring to make a “hip-hop” album with Supreme Light Skinnnedt™ Drake. And I could have sworn Ghost in the … Continue reading
During this past weekend, as if the week did not contain enough tomfoolery and fuckery, the weekend gave way more. Not only did Amy “I Am Racist and Untalented as Fuck” Schumer decide to once again be offensive to all five of our collective senses by releasing a “parody’ of “Formation”, but Drake went full … Continue reading
I gotta be honest with y’all: I’m still basking in the afterglow of Luke Cage. So much so that I’m not only planning on a re-watch so I can finally review it as promised but as you saw, I’ve written at least 3 pieces on it already. And you know…I probably would have written more … Continue reading
Nate Parker’s Magnum Opus has flopped. Hoteps, rape apologists, race-first ideology subscribers and Roland Martin are blaming Black feminists for it. But you know what? I’m not even mad. In fact, I am so gleeful as I write these words. Reckless ass articles are being written and published with less than an ounce of respectable … Continue reading
