If there is one thing I can not stand more than a racist, it would have to be someone who pretends he is not so the public would like him. For those of you who may not know what I am talking about, I am speaking about the recent interaction between Duane "Dog" Chapman and his son Tucker which resulted in Duane Chapman becoming front page news on the National Enquirer.
Let me slow the pace down for those of you who have been under a rock lately. Tucker Chapman is dating a black woman. Nothing wrong with that at all. After all, many black men date white women. Nothing wrong with a little case of Jungle Fever, especially if the two truly like one another.
As it turns out, Duane is not too crazy about Tucker's taste in lady friends. At least someone in the family has evolved beyond the Neanderthal stage of human existence, even if others have not quite reached that stage of the Pokemon game. Some of us are more than capable of looking beyond what we are externally, and looking to what we are internally. Either that or Tucker prefers to read Jet as opposed to Cosmo.
Duane, on the other hand, must prefer bland foods. It is clearly obvious that he prefers for his pepper not to touch his salt. So here we have an icon of American Entertainment spewing the N-Word like it is water, and saying in the same breath that he does not have a problem with black people. That is almost like a black person saying white men prefer white wife beaters and blue jeans so they can feel patriotic. Only the swift will catch that preceding statement.
We have enough problems with race relations in America to have to contend with someone who decides he wants to burn both ends of the candle. Almost makes a person wonder if Duane Chapman shakes a black man's hand while signing an autograph, if he immediately reaches for the bottle of hand sanitizer afterwards. Judging by the grunge of his appearance, he probably pours a little Budweiser on his hands and proceeds to sign the next autograph.
Far be it for me to ever pass judgement on anyone, but Duane needs to participate in an immersion experiment. Place him in an area where he has to count on someone not like him for his survival. Send him to SEAR training, and let's see how he fares. Better than that, blindfold him and put him in the middle of Queens, Harlem or Watts, and let's see if his Good Ole Boy breed of racism keeps him safe from harm.
As I stated earlier, even though I would not like it, I would have respected him more if he was just open with his racism, instead of trying to cover it up so that people would watch him on TV. Well, thanks to Tucker, the cat is out of the bag, and this Dog is going to have his day to defend his beliefs against those who thought he was something more than a mere racist.
Let me slow the pace down for those of you who have been under a rock lately. Tucker Chapman is dating a black woman. Nothing wrong with that at all. After all, many black men date white women. Nothing wrong with a little case of Jungle Fever, especially if the two truly like one another.
As it turns out, Duane is not too crazy about Tucker's taste in lady friends. At least someone in the family has evolved beyond the Neanderthal stage of human existence, even if others have not quite reached that stage of the Pokemon game. Some of us are more than capable of looking beyond what we are externally, and looking to what we are internally. Either that or Tucker prefers to read Jet as opposed to Cosmo.
Duane, on the other hand, must prefer bland foods. It is clearly obvious that he prefers for his pepper not to touch his salt. So here we have an icon of American Entertainment spewing the N-Word like it is water, and saying in the same breath that he does not have a problem with black people. That is almost like a black person saying white men prefer white wife beaters and blue jeans so they can feel patriotic. Only the swift will catch that preceding statement.
We have enough problems with race relations in America to have to contend with someone who decides he wants to burn both ends of the candle. Almost makes a person wonder if Duane Chapman shakes a black man's hand while signing an autograph, if he immediately reaches for the bottle of hand sanitizer afterwards. Judging by the grunge of his appearance, he probably pours a little Budweiser on his hands and proceeds to sign the next autograph.
Far be it for me to ever pass judgement on anyone, but Duane needs to participate in an immersion experiment. Place him in an area where he has to count on someone not like him for his survival. Send him to SEAR training, and let's see how he fares. Better than that, blindfold him and put him in the middle of Queens, Harlem or Watts, and let's see if his Good Ole Boy breed of racism keeps him safe from harm.
As I stated earlier, even though I would not like it, I would have respected him more if he was just open with his racism, instead of trying to cover it up so that people would watch him on TV. Well, thanks to Tucker, the cat is out of the bag, and this Dog is going to have his day to defend his beliefs against those who thought he was something more than a mere racist.
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