P. Diddy Disrespects Blacks

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I gotta be honest with ya, I love hearing ignorant people speak; their true colors always shine through. It’s too bad for P. Diddy that he doesn’t have one of those solid gold grills he can stick in his big mouth and then lock it shut with a platinum padlock and then drop the diamond studded key through the D Street sewer grate.

Instead, he decided to open his racist mouth and told us all that he sincerely believes Blacks are a bunch of crime lovin crackheads. I know, I know… he is Black! So why is he talking so much crap about his own culture you might ask.

As in most instances the answer is simpler than it seems; he believes all blacks are a bunch of crime committen crackheads.

If there’s one thing I hate doing it’s putting words in someone’s mouths, so let’s hear it from the mouth of the hater himself.

P. Diddy is speaking to Sarah Palin, and I quote,

“Sarah you need to be down with the whole cabinet.”

Alrighty, just a second. What does he think the word cabinet means? It’s not something the Vice President’s gotta be “down with”. Doesn't the Diddy myster know that the president chooses his own cabinet from among people whom he, and consequently his vice president, respects. So him telling Mrs. Palin that she needs to be “down with the whole cabinet” means the same as if he had said, “Sarah you need to agree with the people you already agree with.”

This is simply another case where a rapper is having trouble understanding BIG words. Alright, moving on...

P. Diddy continues,

“You are not ready to be no vice president. What is the reality in Alaska? There isn’t even any crackheads in Alaska. There isn’t any black people, no crime. There isn’t even any foreign policies in Alaska. You need to get versed on black policies. We are the future.”

Woah baby! Ya gotta give the guy some credit for being able to pack so much ignorant, racist crap into seven tiny little sentences. Let’s break it down.

“What’s the reality in Alaska?” Is that even a real question? Um… the reality is that… Um, Alaska is real.

Thankfully he helps us understand what he’s talking about by telling us what reality is not in Alaska. He says, “There isn’t even any crackheads in Alaska. There isn’t any black people, no crime.”

Now come on Sarah, how are you supposed to understand blacks if you don’t at least have a few crackheads in Alaska to relate to? Is P. Diddy freekin nuts? I mean that’s what he’s saying. And lest we miss the point that without blacks you don’t have any crackheads; he clarifies by telling us that without blacks, you also have “no crime.”

So let me get this straight P. Diddy; black people, equals crackheads, equals crime? Is that what you’re saying? Sure sounds like it; that’s messed up dude.

So let me ask you a few questions, just to be sure I understand black people as you see them.

Mr. P. Diddy, if I were say, to go to a black Christmas party… and they were passing around white elephant presents; what sort of present should I bring so I could be absolutely sure that the lucky person who got it really loved it? Should I bring, say, a crackpipe? Or maybe a 9mm gatt? Or no, perhaps a dime bag and a couple a blunts?

Dear Mr. P. Diddy, assume two guys came up to me and told me that they were both black, but only one of them was really black and the other was an impostor; how could I find out for sure who the real black man was? Perhaps I could casually set down my wallet on the table and then turn around as if to get something behind me and then wait for the real black man to gank my wallet and split... that way the impostor would be revealed, as he would be the only one left standing there?

Honorable Mr. P. Diddy, let’s say a young black girl fell in love with a young black man and they were planning to get married, assuming you believe black people still do that kind of stuff; but one day as they’re walking to the marriage license office the girl’s fiancé gets hit by a car while crossing the street and dies tragically. What would be the best way for her to remember him? Should she wear his standard prison issue uniform as pajamas? Perhaps each night she should read that sweet letter he wrote her... from cell block D, or… maybe it would be easier for her to just pour some 8-ball on her pillow at night so she could remember the way he always used to smell?

Mr. P. Diddy, I think you’re pathetic. If I were black I would throw all your CD’s out of my window while I’m doin 75 down the freeway, then I’d delete all your music out of my iTunes library, then I’d write a letter to Barrack Obama telling him that he’s an idiot for letting a sorry black hater like you speak for him.

Personally I don’t know any blacks that fit your description. All the black men and women I associate with are awesome, respectable, dignified, honest, law abiding individuals who respect themselves and those around them. It’s haters like you that perpetuate degrading stereotypes. You neither represent, nor respect black Americans. You’re a disgrace to your own race.

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Sincerely, The Eric Man