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Last Sunday night, the world witnessed a black man being assaulted at the Academy Awards.

He was assaulted by another black man. Hopelessly complicating matters is the fact that the assailant was Will Smith, widely regarded as one of the most wholesomely antiseptic black celebrities on Earth.

In the late 1980s, when Smith, performing as part of duo DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince, won the first-ever Grammy for Best Rap Performance in honor of their almost toothache-inducingly corny song “Parents Just Don’t Understand,” there was an unspoken cultural consensus that when it came to blacks and whites, there were very fine people on both sides.

It was generally accepted that there were good old regular white people, and then there was white trash.

It was also taken for granted that there were good old down-home grinnin’ colored folk, and then there were those who acted like . . . you know . . . niggers.

With the advent of progress, we’ve experienced a tectonic shift: All white people are now bad, and all black people are beyond reproach.

If you look up “bland Negro” in the dictionary, there’s a picture of Will Smith. He was “one of the nice ones.” He would never rape your daughter or microwave your puppy or knock out your arthritic grandfather to impress his homies.

I am here to boast that I have never willfully exposed myself to any of his music or films. His only discernible talent to me is convincing white Americans that he won’t rape their daughters. He has been able to trade that, along with a vague amiability, to become the only actor in Hollywood history to have eight consecutive films rake in more than $100 million at the box office. The combined receipts for his films as of 2021 is nearly $10 billion. Despite the fact that we keep hearing that Hollywood and the Oscars are too white, in 2021 only one actor received a higher salary for a single film role than Will Smith­ did: the musclebound black/Samoan hybrid Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, who edged out Smith $42 million to $40 million.

In 2016, Smith’s wife, Jada Pinkett-Smith, boycotted the Oscars when she leapt onto the #OscarsSoWhite bandwagon. Because Hollywood is too white — not disproportionately black and definitely not too Jewish — the Academy Awards were hosted that year by black comedian Chris Rock, who joked in his opening monologue that Smith’s wife was “boycotting” an event to which she hadn’t even been invited.

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At last Sunday’s Academy Awards — an event which last year couldn’t even attract ten million viewers when 50 million or more would tune in at the event’s peak during the 1990s — Chris Rock delivered another joke at Jada Pinkett Smith’s expense: “Jada, I love you, G.I. Jane 2, can’t wait to see it.”

He was referring to the 1997 film G.I. Jane, in which Demi Moore shaved her head when she became a soldier. Mrs. Smith suffers from alopecia and has recently taken to shaving her head.

You may be unaware of the fact that making fun of bald women is a time-honored tradition in black culture. The subject of Little Richard’s “Long Tall Sally” was described as “bald-head Sally.” Will Smith has made bald jokes and even gay jokes before and leaned on the “c’mon, it’s only a joke” defense when people objected.

Will Smith initially laughed at Chris Rock’s joke until he saw that his wife looked disgusted. Then he hopped up onto the stage, walked up to Chris Rock, slapped him across the face, and then did a pimp stroll back down to his seat.

Chris Rock: Oh, wow! Wow. Will Smith just smacked the shit out of me.

Will Smith: Keep my wife’s name out your fucking mouth!

Rock: Wow, dude.

Smith: Yes.

Rock: It was a G.I. Jane joke.

Smith: Keep my wife’s name out your fucking mouth!

Rock: I’m going to, okay? Oh, I could — oh, okay. That was a . . . greatest night in the history of television, okay. Okay.



At the point where Rock said “Oh, I could,” it seemed as if he briefly pondered making even more jokes. Since the Smiths have an open sexual relationship and Mrs. Smith has even bedded one of their gay son’s friends, many have speculated that the joke should have been, “Why don’t you tell other men to keep their dicks out of your wife’s mouth?”

Roughly 40 minutes after smacking Chris Rock, Will Smith — who has fantasized about murdering his alcoholic black father, whose wife boycotted the Oscars for being too white rather than statistically too black or Jewish, and who recently became the first person in Oscars history to assault a black man live and on camera — won the Best Actor Academy Award and took to the stage once more, only this time he didn’t hit anybody.

Smith won the Oscar for his role in the film King Richard, which was based on the life story of Richard Williams, father of black female tennis stars Venus and Serena Williams. The film was, but of course, a tale of noble black struggle against all this unending white racism they keep telling us runs rampant and unchecked. I’d known of Richard Williams because in 1997, when his daughter Venus and Romanian tennis player Irina Spirlea bumped into one another, Williams said Spirlea collided with his daughter intentionally and referred to her as a “big, tall, white turkey.” A quarter-century ago when this happened, our nation was so radically different that white tennis promoter Bill Stamps wrote an LA Times article accusing Richard Williams of being the racist in the equation: “His comments not only were unwarranted and in extremely bad taste, they revealed his own racist attitude. . . . Why must every conflict have a racial basis?”

With Oscar in hand and tears streaming down his face, Smith said: “Richard Williams was a fierce defender of his family. In this time in my life, in this moment, I am overwhelmed by what God is calling on me to do and be in this world.”

It’s always the assholes and scoundrels who hide behind God in these moments, innit? Smith continued:

I know to do what we do, you gotta be able to take abuse, and you gotta be able to have people talk crazy about you. In this business, you gotta be able to have people disrespecting you and you gotta smile and you gotta pretend like that’s okay . . . Art imitates life. I look like the crazy father, just like they said. I look like the crazy father just like they said about Richard Williams. But love will make you do crazy things.

He was given a standing ovation for his speech.

This is not the first time that this seemingly squeaky-clean Negro smacked someone. He slapped a Ukrainian reporter for trying to hug him ten years ago — and in the climate of Sunday night’s Oscars, slapping Ukrainians might as well be a hate crime. British broadcaster Piers Morgan claims that around 2011, he had an “unnerving” tête-à-tête with Smith where he was warned, “Don’t upset my wife. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.” In 1989, Smith was arrested for allegedly instructing his bodyguard to beat up record promoter William Hendricks, who suffered six stitches. The charges were later dropped.

In Smith’s autobiography, which was published late last year and shares the same title as G. Gordon Liddy’s autobiography, he claims that he often fantasized about murdering his violent alcoholic father. He says that as a child, he once

watched my father punch my mother in the side of the head so hard that she collapsed. I saw her spit blood. . . . That moment in that bedroom, probably more than any other moment in my life, has defined who I am.

I’m reasonably sure we’ve found a new defining moment for Willard Carroll Smith II.

Chris Rock had previously insulted Jada Pinkett-Smith in his opening monologue to 2016’s Academy Awards. Jada had boycotted the Oscars as part of the #OscarsSoWhite moral panic. Rock said, “Jada boycotting the Oscars is like me boycotting Rihanna’s panties. I wasn’t invited.” Perhaps this slap was years in the making.

Shortly after slapping Chris Rock, Smith wrote on Instagram that “You can’t invite people from Philly or Baltimore nowhere!!”

Is that a less anti-black iteration of “You can take the junglebunny out of the jungle, but you can’t take the jungle out of the junglebunny”?

Smith showed up at the Vanity Fair Oscars after-party at around 1 AM and danced to his 1997 hit song, “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It.” According to Michael Schulman of The New Yorker, “In a Hollywood ending that seemed too dark and surreal to be true, [Smith] appeared to be having the time of his life.”

Will Smith publicly apologized to Chris Rock on Monday, saying that “a joke about Jada’s medical condition was too much for me to bear and I reacted emotionally.” He also referred to himself as “a work in progress,” which makes me want to slap him.

In between establishing himself as a rapper and becoming an unreasonably successful and overpaid actor, Smith became a TV star by playing the title role in the sitcom The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, which ran from 1990-1996 and was a rags-to-riches story about a vulnerable black teen whose family rescued him from the “guys who were up to no good” in his dangerous West Philly hood by relocating him to his wealthy uncle’s Los Angeles mansion. Critics have noted this show’s seminal influence in mainstreaming black culture. Author Willie Tolliver wrote:

What The Fresh Prince did accomplish was to put Smith and his character Will into an environment of affluence and possibility, thus changing the terms of his own Black [sic] identity. This social and cultural mobility is central to Smith’s racial significance, and this will become evident again and again; he moves the image of the Black [sic] male into unaccustomed spaces just as Smith himself was in the process of conquering Hollywood.

I was aware that Smith was from West Philly, and as a cabdriver who worked weekends to put myself through college in that gorgeously hideous town, I know how bad some of those neighborhoods can be. For example, my mother grew up around here.

Alas, Smith is from the middle-class Wynnefield neighborhood in West Philly. So, despite his violent lush of a pappy, he grew up in a less dangerous area than either my aunt or mother did.

The first black man to win the Academy Award for Best Actor was Sidney Poitier in 1964 for his role in Lilies of the Field. Here is the moment he was announced the winner. Aren’t you grateful that America is no longer so violent and barbaric and tacky and race-obsessed?

Poitier died this January at the age of 94. To my knowledge, he went to his grave never having raped a white woman, slapped a black man, or microwaved a puppy. Then again, I was too busy earning a living to keep him under constant surveillance.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar — the all-time NBA points leader who was born Lew Alcindor, and along with Muhammad Ali was one of the two main superstar black athletes of the 1960s to publicly “go Muslim” as a smack in the face to white America — appears to think that Will Smith figuratively bitch-slapped all of black America:

The Black [sic] community also takes a direct hit from Smith. One of the main talking points from those supporting the systemic racism in America is characterizing Blacks [sic] as more prone to violence and less able to control their emotions. Smith just gave comfort to the enemy by providing them with the perfect optics they were dreaming of.

America tends to worship its black celebrities until they act like you-know-whats.

Bill Cosby epitomized black American wholesomeness until it was revealed that he was a rapist. O. J. Simpson was one of the most beloved American entertainers of any color until that whole murdering-his-white-ex-wife thing.

Even O. J. Simpson has weighed in and declared that what Will Smith did was “wrong.”

Having O. J. Simpson morally condemn you is not a good look.

On the old (and much missed) Southern California Saturday night TV talk show Hot Seat with Wally George, Tom Metzger of the White Aryan Resistance once remarked of the 1989 Virginia Beach Spring Break riots, in which the mayhem was mostly performed by black students, “You get a bunch of them together, and they’re always gonna revert!”

And maybe that was the problem. Maybe there were too many of them together in one place, and Will Smith naturally reverted. #OscarsTooBlack?

But fear not: He will be redeemed. Scheduled for release sometime this year is Emancipation, in which Smith portrays “Gordon,” the escaped black slave who was famously photographed in 1863 with his back covered in keloid scars from extensive whipping.

All will be forgiven — for Will Smith, at least. White people will remain guilty.

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Fat, Black, & Yet Still Proud
Jim Goad
Lizzo

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Melissa Viviane Jefferson, better known by her stage name of Lizzo, is the biggest black celebrity in the world. By “biggest,” I mean in the sense that she would be able to displace the largest volume of water were she to dive cannonball-style into a swimming pool. There are moons of Jupiter that are smaller than this woman. Were she to accidentally die during a charity mission to Africa, an entire village would be able to feed off her corpse for a year. An obscure Nigerian website lists her weight as 185 pounds, but judging from every fisheye-lens photo I’ve ever seen of this slobbering mud hippo, that would only be conceivable if she were three feet tall.

When TIME magazine selected the rapper, singer, and pro-fatness advocate as 2019’s Entertainer of the Year, she inherited the pedigree of a long and noble line of severely overweight but universally beloved black entertainers such as Al Roker (pre-diet), Fat Albert, and that monstrous dark blob who played the title role in the film Precious.

Born in Detroit and raised in Houston before she relocated to Minneapolis about a decade ago, the ebulliently lardy Negress is a classically-trained flautist who can’t seem to resist tarnishing her impressive musicianship by either twerking her unacceptably large black ass while playing or telling the audience to suck her dick.

According to her Wikipedia profile: “After struggling with body issues at an early age, Lizzo became an advocate for body positivity and self-love as she attracted more mainstream attention, while making diversity the focus of her music, in regards to one’s body, sexuality, race, and more.”

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Down to the very last fat cell, Lizzo wants you to know that she is unashamed of her body — so unashamed, a rudimentary image search of “Lizzo nude” yields an unholy elephant’s stampede of photos, each more objectionable than the last. She is not ashamed to show the entire world an ass that is larger than even the biggest box color TV set of the 1970s. In 2019 at an LA Lakers game, she again wiggled her Volkswagen-sized hindquarters in front of a startled crowd. She actually posts videos of herself bragging that she’s gained weight. Not only does she seem unashamed of her body, she seems like the type who’d corner you and force you to watch her undress.

She is so proud of her body, she records 12-minute videos crying about the fact that anonymous online commenters called her fat.

Right out of the hog pen, she is full of attitude, empty phrases, and Doritos. Lizzo wants you to know she’s a bad bitch. She’s that bad black bitch. She’s that fat black bad bitch who feels no shame and wants to wake you up in the middle of the night by screaming it in your ear while you’re sleeping. Her stylistic innovation was to take the strong, intelligent, sassy, empowered young black woman trope and add 200 pounds — and to make those extra saggy sandbags of suet the core of her entire identity.

Of all the potential things about which a person can be proud, black body fat seems oddly specific.

If it’s simply niche marketing so that tubby black girls can feel good about themselves, I suppose that’s okay. As Don Rickles once told Jerry Lewis when the unctuous telethon host had blown up to the size of a “Jew whale” after taking steroids for pulmonary fibrosis, “It’s a good gimmick.”

In the breadth of one rambling, ellipsis-filled paragraph, Lizzo manages to explain that she’s not making music for anybody, definitely not for white people, but she’s also only making music for herself, and yet at the same time she’s making music for fat black women such as herself:

I’m not making music for white people, I’m not making music for anybody. I’m a black woman making music. I make black music, period. . . . I’m not serving anyone but myself. . . . I’m doing this shit for the big black women in the future who just want to live their lives without being scrutinized or put into boxes. I’m not gonna do what y’all want me to do, ever, so get used to it. But what I will do is make great music and be a great artist and continue to uplift people and uplift myself.

Girl, you’re going to have to do some heavy barbell work on your shoulders and biceps to have a prayer of “uplifting” yourself, much less anybody else.

At least for the moment, the adipose titwillow has cornered the market for unapologetically fat black ladies. In fact, the Triple-Chinned Diva From The Twin Cities has eclipsed the market — you can’t even see the market from where she’s standing.

Blacks are not the only people who can make empty phrases sound profound, but they are among the art’s best practitioners. Once again, Lizzo’s innovation here, the one that’s given her a net worth of around $10 million, is to take the same dumb slogans and smother them in lard. Here are things she is not only unashamed to have actually written; they’ve led to her being feted as some sort of endomorphic sage:

“Close your eyes and say, ‘I love you, me.’”

“Be you. Do you. Don’t let anybody steal your joy.”

“I am a hundred percent that bitch!”

“Let’s get real, y’all.”

“Anyways, I’m-a continue to be me. I’m-a continue to be a bad bitch . . . ’bout to go to some bad bitch shit.”

“I want people to feel good! We can heal the world but first, we have to heal ourselves.”

Although I’m sure she has to take several breaks to catch her breath in between throwing haymakers, Lizzo is fighting against fat-hatred and fatphobia because we still live in a world where, hilariously, a Harvard study found that while “implicit biases” regarding “sexual orientation, race, skin tone, age, [and] disability” have waned over the years, collective animus toward the corpulent has only increased.

No matter how hard they try, they simply can’t get anyone to like fat people. They got them to like the blacks, the gays, and the trannies, but fatties need not apply.

By speaking up for fat colored girls who have considered suicide when two pizzas weren’t enuf, Lizzo has encouraged females whose bodies are clogged with melanin and cholesterol to eat their way into self-acceptance. She inspires fans to write things such as:

De-centering the most marginalized bodies from social justice issues that have gone mainstream enough to be somewhat watered down — such as with the case of body positivity being so focused on “self-love” that it can feel like an erasure of fat bodies, which are amongst those most victimized in a thin-centric world — is nothing new.

I may not be fat enough to understand a word of that.

Last year an interracial catfight between Lizzo and the horse-faced Jewish fitness instructor Jillian Michaels erupted after Michaels made the following comments to a reporter:

Why are we celebrating [Lizzo’s] body? ‘Cuz it isn’t going to be awesome if she gets diabetes. . . . Like, I love her music. . . . But there’s never a moment where I’m like, “And I’m so glad she’s overweight!”

Lizzo’s classy response was, “If my name is in your mouth, so is my pussy, bitch. Enjoy the flavor!”

Although it’s hard to tease out reliable numbers about exactly how many black Americans drop dead like big fat black flies every year due to obesity — very few death certificates actually list “obesity” as a cause — an estimated one in every four deaths in America is related to heart disease, so although Lizzo’s endlessly pro-obesity pabulum may make the occasional fat black woman stranded in Dubuque a little less lonely, I will state for the record that I suspect her empty verbal hogwash leads to more black deaths every year than the total number of unarmed blacks killed by police throughout American history.

And I will stick by that shocking assertion despite the fact that, for some reason that science has yet to blame, blacks who are moderately obese (BMI 30-34.9) live longer than blacks with little to no body fat. Regardless, my gut feeling is that Lizzo’s irresponsible dietary advice makes her a mass murderer by proxy. And I say this only because it makes me feel better about myself to falsely accuse others of murder.

As a writer for The Federalist rather cruelly put it, “She won’t feel good if she’s dead by 50, and neither will her fans.”

Tomorrow night, in the completely tasteless tradition of all-Down syndrome drag troupes and reality-TV shows where female dwarves compete for the affection of an alpha male dwarf, Amazon Prime Video will debut all eight episodes of Lizzo’s Watch Out for the Big Grrrls, which one site describes thusly:

Lizzo’s Watch Out for the Big Grrrls follows Lizzo as she searches for women that embrace their every curve and can dance with the best of them. As she gears up for her world tour, she is on a mission to make sure there will be a representation of ladies on her stage that don’t necessarily self-identify as skinny or thin.

Here is a picture of the contestants who “don’t necessarily self-identify as skinny or thin.” In what I’ll assume was an unintentional faux pas, People magazine said that the show will be “heavily focused on the contestants.”

Watch Out for the Big Grrrls will drop tomorrow night — and when it does, it might fall straight through the Earth’s crust due to its weight.

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The CDC just quietly slashed its COVID death tally by over 70,000
A total of 26 state death records were affected, and statistics from all age groups were part of the update. The CDC called it a 'coding logic error.'

Sure, but when Trump or others questioned these numbers,, this is what the powers that be said

Quote:In October 2020 Scientific American published an article calling Donald Trump a “conspiracy fanatic” for suggesting that deaths related to COVID had been inflated due to dubious statistical records.

Quote:The idea that deaths attributed to COVID could be lower than the official record was called a “debunked conspiracy fantasy [from] QAnon.”

Madeleine Albright, who was the first female Secretary of State under Bill Clinton, has died of cancer Wednesday at the age of 84, her family announced. "She was surrounded by family and friends," her family said on Twitter. “We have lost a loving mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and friend," the statement reads, and confirmed that the cause was a battle with cancer.