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March 18, 2015

Door. Ass. Bang. "Dear Azealia Banks, Please Feel Free To Leave America And Never Return"

You are much richer than the average farmer, so do you give your own surplus wealth back to the black community the same way these “racist” laborers and growers do?
That’s the thing, Ms. Banks. If all of the black pop stars and rappers — the Azaelias and Kanyes of the world — took their millions and, instead of buying 16 luxury vehicles and 12 houses and 6,000 ounces of weed and bragging about it in their music, used it to build homeless shelters and soup kitchens in impoverished black neighborhoods, most of the problems you pretend to care about could be addressed. -- Matt Walsh @ TheBlaze.com

Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 18, 2015 10:08 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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It's standard operating procedure for all adults with child brains to require you to do as they say not as they do. Your response is simple, punch them in the face. In the case of distant rich people, don't buy their shit. Ever.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at March 18, 2015 2:36 PM

Never heard of that nigga til I read this, thanks for the brain lesion.

My ol' gray haired Pappy once said, "Ya got yer colored folks and ya got yer nigga's and they ain't the same."

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at March 18, 2015 2:48 PM

Oh to live in ignorance, who da bitch?

Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck [TypeKey Profile Page] at March 19, 2015 2:22 AM

Never heard of the poisonous cow.

Posted by: pbird [TypeKey Profile Page] at March 19, 2015 11:09 PM

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