No Excuse

 When I look at this picture I can't help but wonder to myself.  Where was Al Sharpton and Louis Farrakhan? They would have rounded this picture out. They all make their living off the exploitation of the plight of the black race. Both real and perceived. Jesse Jackson was actually around Martin Luther King Jr. during the marches. But the rest of them were busy building their own brand. I forgot about Dick Gregory. He is part of that crew too. Anybody who loses 100 lbs., automatically people listen to what they say. Just because you are good at one thing. Doesn't make you a jack of all trades. Just because someone can speak doesn't make them a preacher. But this post isn't about them.

This blog is about the controversial  Paul Mooney. The barefaced, long head, comedian always talking about white people and using the n-word. Personally, I don't think he is that funny. He is the black man Chris Rock talked about in his routine. That would kill his white wife first, if there was ever a race war. Or the militant in "Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood" who ran over the black girl to get to the white one. In other words they talk a good game. But they don't practice what they preach. They would pass with flying colors if it wasn't for white women and pork.

Paul Mooney has to have one of the best PR teams in the business. This guy has been a major player in comedy behind the scenes for at least forty years. But you can't find a picture of him over ten years old. I know he has been on the Red Carpet at some point during that time. He would rather have people question his sexuality as opposed to his partners' race. The reason would most likely be his ex-wife is white. I'm not against interracial relationships. Just all the black spokesman turning out to be hypocrites.  To whom much is given much is required. You can't yell fire in a crowded building and get people all excited. Just because you're getting paid. Is no excuse for telling lies.