“We have to make up our minds,” Dash said. “Either we want to have segregation or integration. And if we don’t want segregation, then we need to get rid of channels like BET (Black Entertainment Television) and the BET Awards and the Image Awards, where you’re only awarded if you’re Black. If it were the other way around, we would be up in arms. It’s a double standard. Just like there shouldn’t be a Black History Month. You know? We’re Americans. Period. That’s it.”
– Dionne, from Clueless aka Stacey Dash, who is now a FOX News personality.
Rapper Bun B wasn’t too pleased with Dash’s comments, and took to Instagram to share his disgust.
Sells estate near headquarters [dlisted]
Prince William says he’s always been embarrassed by his father [celebitchy]
Those Sean Cody boys are baaaaad! Mario Romo charged in murder of sugar daddy [towleroad]
TEXAS: Christian woman claims she used God’s word to divert tornado towards her neighbour – that’s some proper Wizard of OZ type shit! [joemygod]
James Franco releases book of poetry titled Straight James / Gay James [socialite life]
Robert Spitzer, psychiatrist who said homosexuality wasn’t a mental disorder, dies at 83 [kenneth]
Women react to discovering their boyfriends are gay [queerty]
That Bryan Hawn dude with the big ass should really change his name to Bryan HORNED after watching all his videos [boyculture]
Some model side-ass from FLAUNT Magazine‘s latest [ohlala]
Subtle, Evangelical shade! — Love it. Also this from Jim Bakker to get you through your hump day:
“Sometimes I wonder how an alien race would feel about people if they came down here and the first shit they saw was this crazy lady telling a cheering crowd of supporters that God says she doesn’t have to marry gay people.
They travel billions of miles through the cosmos and their first contact ever with human beings is this odd, odd scene of this somewhat rotund, bespectacled woman standing on a raised platform, screaming into a voice amplifier that the invisible man who created everything doesn’t allow two men to sign a love contract. She says it, and the huge group of people that agree with her let out what seems to be a war cry and smash their hands together in approval.
She informs the crowd, and all the people watching the digitally broadcast feed around the world that their invisible friend has rules.
He created everything from storm clouds to billy goats to subatomic particles – he’s all knowing, and all powerful, but he gets really hung up on two dudes sucking on each other’s genitals. He hates it. For some reason he REALLY hates it when those two dudes get married. For that, he reserves a special place in the fiery oven at the center of the planet where he will torture them until the end of time itself.
There would probably be that one alien that was encouraging the others to gather more data – that they should consider the entire spectrum of human thinking before they dismiss the species as dangerously insane. Then there would be the alien that thinks like me, who says, “Dude, they have nuclear bombs. Seriously, fuck this place. Let’s get out of here before one of these crazy assholes blows us all up because their imaginary friend told them we have the wrong underwear on or something.”