Don’t wake me… I’m dreamin’
Today’s post is dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He’d want me to tell you this… YALL HAVE LOST YOUR DAMN MINDS!
Seriously, I mean, I’m taking some creative license in how I’m putting it to you- but know that’s the gist of what he would want me to say.
What am I talking about, you ask? So I’m cruising the information super highway and I come across this flyer:
At first I laughed because I thought it was a joke. But sadly, it was not. I’m not going to preach about all the things that are wrong with this, but I must ask the question: (in my best Ludacris voice ) “How low can you go?”
But I can’t front. I’m curious as to how the conversation for planning this provocative event must have gone.
Promoter 1: Damn homie, we gotta th’o the party of the yurr!
Promoter 2: Yeah b! It gotta be outlandish and just plain ig’nant!
P1: Yeah man, what about Boats & Hoes? We can have a buncha freaks in canoes and sailor hats dancing on stage.
P2: Nah my dude, we did that last week. Memba? At that reggae club… Nah we need extravagantly offensive. Oh I got it. What about Cereal & MILFS? We can get some chicks and have the homies pouring Apple Jacks and Fruity Pebbles all over’em!
P1: That aint gone work… I got it… Let’s get some yella broads and some chocolate ones and make’em have a strip off…
P2: DAAAAMMMMNNN! Now that’s IGNORANT! Shit, let’s call is Light Skin vs. Dark Skin Party
P1: YEeaaaahHHH Boyeeeee! Extra points if they got that good hair!
P2: Or at least a curly weave!
Sad to say, to many this may be the party of the year… but yet and still, it’s a damn shame.
REST IN POWER DR. KING