Niggas In Paris, the Brooklyn Nets, & Cracka-Ass-Crackas…

It’s been over a week since New York Post journalist Phil Mushnick caused a stir with his under handed racist comments aimed at New York Nets owner Jay-Z. While more tolerant internet media outlets waited for the pointless piece to quietly be removed from the NY Post web site, others insisted the author would be suspended, reprimanded, or at the very least, challenged for what he said.

As long as the Nets are allowing Jay-Z to call their marketing shots — what a shock that he chose black and white as the new team colors to stress, as the Nets explained, their new “urban” home — why not have him apply the full Jay-Z treatment?

Why the Brooklyn Nets when they can be the New York N——s? The cheerleaders could be the Brooklyn B—-hes or Hoes. Team logo? A 9 mm with hollow-tip shell casings strewn beneath. Wanna be Jay-Z hip? Then go all the way!

Now the white people who actually wake up and don’t feel any particular way about other races is entertaining during times like these. The comment section is hilarious, I think back hands to the mouth are best given by people of one’s own race when they witness others misbehave.

The sane people, the ones who you wouldn’t mind living next too, hear shit like this and it sounds off an alarm in their head and they realize the comment just sounds……..RACIST….even if they can’t quite put their finger on it.

Blacks and some other sensitive to flaming language brown people hear shit like the comment above and we hunch our shoulders, because unfortunately, we’re used to it.

Blacks have had to listen and tolerate sneaky racial insults since….forever.

Loose color charged inferences like these endorsed by the NY Post aren’t lost on us knee-grows like racist whites would like to believe; the problem is that as Black’s on the receiving end of  overt type ‘yuck yuck yuck’ insults, we’re just not often in a position to slap the dog shit out of the white person whose grinning while calling us a Nigga using fancy words.

I think whites like Phil Mushnick are either so frenzied at the Niggas in Paris (and/or the White House) that they can’t help but to say insulting shit or he’s just that fucking racist that he wants to rally the troops together by speaking to the core issues of the issue of a mega team, white power, perception, ownership, a changing landscape and more brown people with heavy purses.

Racism is like a mental disorder, and sometimes when people with mental disorders are agitated they lose their ability to control themselves and sporadic impulse control takes over. Foul language falls from their lips but they can’t help it.

I would compare it to the types of behavioral challenges faced by those who suffer from Tourettes Syndrome.

Other will take what Phil said and while agreeing with his statement, will still take issue with the manner in which he delivered his criticism of the NY Nets. In his explanation of why he’s angry, Phil does neglect to take to task several other involved parties whose professional affiliations could be considered just as distasteful as that of the Jigga Man…but he doesn’t and he didn’t.

Double standard my red boned ass; because, by neglecting to point out the wrongness of everybody involved, he just wants to make sure the Nigga got caught.

So that leave the audience to come to the conclusion that he’s just a racist angry Cracka Ass Cracka who is fondling his dwindling self perception between his thumb and forefingers. I do find it hard to believe that a ‘real’ journalist couldn’t find a more eloquent way to conveying his opinion so I’ll just chalk it up to his fear of a Black planet.

I say its time to start calling a Spade a Spade, if free speech is still affordable and racially insensitive language is the clearest path from point A to the point B then why not indulge?

Me, personally, I’m tired to forcing myself to speak in a balanced and respectfully manner when it comes to the things I disagree with. We can’t have an honest conversation about shit, if we’re too busy tip toeing around the shit we’re trying to discuss, now can we?

Like my Grandma Hill would say, “I’d rather a loud racist then a quiet one, at least you can see him coming!” and I’ll have to agree.