Lucky_Lefty
Dreams Are Colder Than Death...
Fry this fat fukk.
Deadspin for puttin in work for the people
Deadspin for puttin in work for the people
Deadspin for puttin in work for the peopleThey fried that nikka!!!!!!!
FRIED IS A STAPLE WHERE HES FROM
That fat fukk prolly grew up in Greenwood and never stepped foot in the city limitThat fat c00n is an embarrassment to all of us Naptown nikkas![]()

That was the year Whitlock became a phenomenon. He'd endeared himself to a certain kind of reader as black culture's starkest critic. He was the racist right's unwitting attack dog, here to explain how black people were the problem. He became a bona fide, nationwide cash cow, even as his credibility as a writer and a thinker was beginning to crumble.

The problem wasn't really that Whitlock was preaching social conservativism or criticizing blacks. His views weren't so far removed from W.E.B. Du Bois's "Talented Tenth" theory or even the Nation of Islam's "Do for self" tenet, and they lined up neatly with those of Bill Cosby, or The Boondocks's Uncle Ruckus, or your own uncle, sparring across the table with you at Thanksgiving dinner. They weren't all that crazy.
Nothing pays the bills more than being a black face tearing down black so called pathology in front of white audiences.
But it pays so well