Seriously, Jeremiah. We all need you to shut it.
I’m really, I’m just kind of aghast in a way that makes me think a fit of baby-maker kicking is in order, and you, my friend, just jumped to first in line (and then Wally, and then Stern). I was willing to cut you slack for going on Moyers’ show, mostly because I knew Bill would turn out a good conversation and I figured, hey - why not? Let us find out more about this guy who’s been so caricatured, maybe see him have a meaningful, extended dialogue.
But then - the NAACP dinner? The fuck-humping NATIONAL PRESS CLUB??? Wow. I just - WOW. Maybe next time you can drive up to Obama campaign headquarters in a semi and dump the contents of your septic tank on their front door whilst spouting your craptastic rhetoric on a fucking megaphone with a live feed to FOX News.
And, by the way, all your fucksucking condemnation of the media would carry more authority if you would stop humping their leg. Really. Especially when you’re wearing your clerical attire - it’s just embarassing. To see a man who is old enough to know better, who is supposedly all about serving God and those of us who have been overlooked and oppressed - to see this man dry-humping the cameras for everything he’s worth because he got tired of waiting his turn for prominence and saw his chance.
You want prominence? I got your prominence right here (move over, Wally).
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Bless you, Child. Bless you.