Kiss my black ass.
As long as the Nets are allowing Jay-Z to call their marketing shots — what a shock that he chose black and white as the new team colors to stress, as the Nets explained, their new “urban” home — why not have him apply the full Jay-Z treatment? Why the Brooklyn Nets when they can be the New York N——s? The cheerleaders could be the Brooklyn B—-hes or Hoes. Team logo? A 9 mm with hollow-tip shell casings strewn beneath. Wanna be Jay-Z hip? Then go all the way!
“I guess I won’t need my color TV anymore now that the Nets will be wearing black and white,’’ writes reader John Lynch. And reader David Distefano now wonders what’s left for the Nets to choose as “their alternate third-uniform to sell during nationally televised games.”
Sure, as long as we get to rename the Knicks to the New York Racist Shithead Post Columnists, with a logo of a half-empty bottle of booze spilled on a keyboard next to an envelope of cash. Alyssa Rosenberg finds the real double standard here:
And his editors saw fit to let this get into print, which perhaps says more about their failings. If you can’t see Jay-Z, the guy who made it possible to be viably middle age in hip-hop, a long-established businessman, a guy with a wife and kid as anything other than an ignorant thug, you’re willfully blind in the same way as people who look at President Obama and insist on seeing a radical. No one who sees the world through lenses that distorted should be trusted to interpret it for the public. And it’s contemptible to make money off that kind of willful blindness and the pleasure people get out of casual racism. This column may be the consequence of Mushnick’s views being taken to their logical extension. But someone let him off the leash.
It's not like I regularly read the Post, that's for damn sure. Now I won't at all. Not until Mushnick's gone. Frankly, I'd love to see Jay-Z throw some shade on this idiot.
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