Nate Parker, our very own national sore-picker of the month, gets outed regarding the glaringly-obvious leaky abscess in his own personal history: Hey Mr. Pot, I ‘d like you to meet Monsieur Kettle.
Forget the fact in the middle of a summer of racial tension Hollywood decides to release a movie showing blacks mass murdering white men, women, and children.
That should be the real outrage.
Imagine if this were a film about the ‘heroes’ going on a rampage killing blacks and they are made out to be noble in any way shape or form. It’d be widely condemned and never see the light of day.