The little punk MF has never had a bad day, never missed a meal, had it all handed to him, pampered, coddled, and he can wade into Black townhall and fake Ebonics, pretending he’s a bro from the hood, and wade into Chicano halls and tell them republicans are “the enemy”. Just who in hell does he thing he is?! If this does not fire you up, nothing will!
Nice post ... you nailed it. I absolutely despise that bogus black-preacher speech cadence he affects in front of such audiences. Why can’t they see through it (rhetorical question)?
What you said!