Ben Carson is to Smart as Slavery is to Immigration
One day. I just want ONE DAMB DAY where the crew of craprags in the Trump Administration don’t say or do something that is imbecilic. ONE DAY IS NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK WHERE WE DON’T NEED TO DRAG THEM FROM HERE TO KINGDOM COME. Today is Ben Carson’s turn to have his eyebrows used as a tail as we sweep the floor with him. I’m on the go, though, so I’ma make this quick.
Ben Carson aka Uncle Ruckus aka The Reason for Disappointed Parents was talking to employees of the Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD), which he is now secretary of. This dopey niglet fixed his yuckmouth to say:
“There were other immigrants who came in the bottom of slave ships, who worked even longer, even harder, for less…”
Immigrants. Who came. In the bottom. Of fucking slave ships.
Sweet Alabaster 5 lb 7 oz baby Jesus in that manger, his virginal mama Mary and his stepdaddy Joey. I call on all of them to hold my mule and be a fence because what I’m not able to do is this.
How did a brain surgeon become so brainless? How did this man lose all touch with fact, logic and reasoning? How did this nonentity and classless wonder think being stolen from your home, bound and gagged and stuffed in slave ships make someone an “immigrant?” As if KLM or Lufthansa managed the enslaved Africans, checked their passports and visas before they boarded and ensured their safe arrival to a new world?
IMMIGRANTS HAVE A CHOICE. You don’t immigrate somewhere in chains: that makes you a prisoner. Call a spade a spade. Say it with your whole face. “SLAVES.” Maybe it makes Ben feel better, saying “immigrants” so the spirits of ancestors who were enslaved won’t come and haunt his coon ass at night as he bows at the feet of a man who would own slaves TODAY if allowed. Maybe this is what Ben says to appease the soul of Harriet Tubman, who probably doesn’t let him sleep at night as she hums “Rolling in the Deep” in his ears. Maybe this is how he can look at himself in the mirror, even as his melanin melts in front of his eyes. From betrayal.
This shucking and jiving ass no pride having ass waste of melanin ass jive turkey. Ben Carson is the reason that Zora Neale Hurston warned us about how “not all skinfolk are kinfolk.” As we plan the BLAXIT, this man’s name has a big red circle over it. And no, we aren’t trading him in the racial draft. We’re just gonna cuntpunt him into some trash can, where the undesirables go (the Land of Abandoned People). We don’t need to trade him for a damb thing. He’s just rejected.
But if we HAVE to trade him, I’d like to trade him for a penny with a hole in it. Or the gum under my shoe. Or a dirty diaper.
GOSH I HATE THIS MAN AND HIS ILK. I hate him from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. I hate his cowardice. I hate his self-hate. I hate his couch. I hate his lack of shame for being so stupid. I hate his socks. I hate what he is: a Black man who is so dehydrated for white acceptance that he practices perpetual Black betrayal in order to get what he never will.
Ben Carson can stay in the sunken place, and bury himself in the humiliation that will inevitably come from his role in this administration. Him and that terrible lining and those ill-fitting suits of his. This is why he does not deserve nice things.
Let me allow Samuel L. Jackson (aka the Blackest man ever) to end this.
OK!! Ben Carson….I can’t! Immigrants ? In the bottom of SLAVE SHIPS??!! MUTHAFUKKA PLEASE!!!#dickheadedtom
— Samuel L. Jackson (@SamuelLJackson) March 6, 2017