Dear Stacey Dash

Dear Stacey Dash,

I don’t know you at all and from what I do know of you; you’re gorgeous, you have mediocre acting capabilities and somewhere along the way in your life, you lost your way. Why do I say this? Because you’re constantly spewing illogical, idiotic and all the time offensive statements on behalf of black people across America.

I’d like to ask you, who made you the representative for black people? Who made you a representative for people at all? Why do you hate black people so much? And how do you sleep at night? I’m going to go ahead and assume you sleep well because your Fox check cleared and I’m also assuming it has to be a hefty check for you to go on television and make such a fool of yourself on a constant basis.

I honestly blame your parents, they probably taught you not to “see” color and this is the type of irrational individual, that mindset produces. You’re so disconnected from American culture let along African American culture in America.

I don’t want to repeat your latest offenses, because they’re just too fucking stupid to repeat.

I’m hoping that you are just super hard up for some coin and is doing this wholeheartedly on some “hoe shit” (in the words of Erykah Badu). That, I can make sense of, if you actually believe the shit that comes out of her mouth I really don’t know what more to say.

There is no doubt that you are indeed clueless, you may also be lacking or missing some extremely important brain cells and if that is the case I hope you get the help that you need.

And for the record, no one asked you to speak on behalf of black people please stop doing it, we don’t want or need your kind as a representative.


Shout out to Funky Dineva for renaming Stacey Dash – Confetti for brains Dash


Rant: Walter Biddle Saul High School for Agricultural Studies @ Penn State FFA 2015 State Competition

Dear person who thought it proper to stand up in a room full of young adults and say “I love ghetto music, it helps me get in touch with my inner hoodrat”, in reference to the R&B/Hip Hop music that was playing in the background. What your words actually translate into, “I love black music, it helps me get in touch with my inner nigger”.

I can only hope to assume that your momentary lapse of sound judgement shouldn’t be a direct reflection on the annual program that takes place at Penn State. I am not shocked that there are some EXTREMELY ignorant and racist people that dwell in upstate PA, whatever happened to thinking before speaking? I’m just trying to figure out why my child and all of her classmates had to be subjected to such raw and blatant ignorance.

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Conversations with an Idiot…


Have you ever tried to have a conversation with someone and they have no clue how to use words in the proper context? How do you have an intelligent, sensible conversation with someone who’s neither intelligent or sensible?

I have been in this type of predicament on quite a few occasions and it makes my brain hurt, it’s typically the same two people (who shall remain nameless).

One I just try to tune out until I hear buzz words that tell me the nonsense is over and the other…unfortunately I pawned that person off on my husband. I just can’t, it takes way too much energy to try to speak with this person. Not only am I constantly correcting the improper use of words that this person probably has no idea the meaning of, at some point it turns into a dick measuring contest. In the words of Sweet Brown “aint’ nobody got time for that”. 

I guess it’s my fault for understanding that words mean things and should be used in the proper context or not at all…