By now you must have read that the Civil Rights leader, Rev. Jesse Jackson said he would want to cut off Barack Obama’s nuts for talking down on black people. Rev. Jackson considers any attempt to remind black folks to take care of their kids and family and stop depending on Jackson and Al Sharpton as talking down on black people. If that was not shocking enough, he was also reported to have used the N-word. In his angst, Jesse Jackson called black people nigga.
Very interesting. I think the nigga, Jesse Jackson, is losing it completely. And the reason is not far-fetched. The guy is jealous of Barack Obama. Jackson sees Obama as the big eared, skinny looking guy who was not there when the game was killed but is now sitting at the head of the table. It must be hard on our once beloved Jesse.
In the spirit of people we wish to cut off their nuts, here are my top two:
1.) Craig Ferguson: Early this week, Craig appeared on his Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson spotting tiny tiny mustache. I didn’t care for his mustache and the valuable time he spent talking about it. But what got me pissed off was that upon all the millions of names in this world, the only name he chose to call his tiny mustache was Rudy, my pet name. Craig made me hate my pet name.
Though I watch Craig instead of Conan O’Brien each weeknight, I have consistently had this one issue with Craig. He makes fun of Jay Leno who I watch at 11.35 pm before I switch to Craig. But I never heard him make fun of David Letterman, who deserves to be made fun off for his meanness to Drew Barrymore after she flashed her boobs to him. Image such affront by Letterman to all decent people world over. I have told Craig several times that this is not Scotland. He is allowed to make fun of his boss. (Yes, Letterman owns World Wide Pants that produced Late Late Show.) But Craig is still in his old country mind set.
Now that he has messed up my pet name, Rudy, I want to cut off his nuts.
2.) J. K Rowling: This British writer makes me mad each time I hear the number of books she has sold. Or whenever the ranking of the richest people in Britain comes out and she is placed above the Queen of England. It doesn’t really make sense. That woman was on welfare not long ago. And then, she met Harry Potter and her life was transformed.
What irks me most is that the woman knows nothing about witches. I lived in London for two year and I never saw witches. Not even a rat or a bat crossed path with me. Meanwhile, I come from a society where people can shake your hand and your nuts will disappear. Yes, in Lagos, Nigeria, people go out in the morning and come home without their nuts – lost from a casual handshake with a stranger. Though censorship has not permitted newspapers to publish photos of manhood without nuts, I am aware of where the nut collectors live and what they do with the nuts.(Don’t expect me to reveal it here. It is highly classified.)
I have seen people confess that they killed a rat at night and that their mother-in-law died the same minute the rat died. One actually cut off the leg of a bat and there on her bed was her mother-in-law with her leg cut off. It was only in one instance that the bat’s right leg was cut off and the mother-in-laws left leg was severed.
Please do not misunderstand me. It isn’t only mother-in-laws who are witches. Some wives are witches, too.
Anyway, I want to cut off J. K. Rowling’s nuts for stealing our stories about witches and making a fortune out of them without paying restitution.
There are more people I want to cut off their nuts but these are the two I am after now. When I get their nuts, I want to joggle them along Fleet Street and see what headline News of the World will give to the story.
