Tag Archives: Groove Holmes

People of color agree… Joe Scarborough is an ass

Fuck the police, especially the ones with an accent.

Corridos y tumbados. It’s another edition of National Sports Day in France. School is back in full-swing and la French-rentrée presents political mouvements the perfect opportunity to proselytize and break shit at the same time. Whatever you do don’t call it a riot, it’s a protest.

When little ol’Eye did it Joe Scarborough called the cops on me. Now he’s producing a documentary… and some Tandoori-eating eccentric is now learning how to play tennis 🎾  in Spanish.

And, Donnie Deutsch, this is your moment motherfucker. Ewe’r next, nigga 🇮🇱.

Fix your gutter, landscaping neighbor.

The Paper, a Puerto Rican Reggaetón en tiempos de Trump en Ohio.

Mamacitas

When in doubt, punch Jonathan Lemire at/near a McDo in El Toledo 🚽. POW motherfucker 💥 📰.

Swing Low Sweet Charriots: when you was slaves, you sang like birds

Sing Mí a Nigger (Wuoh’ik) Song

Up next, BADGES on The Treasure of The Sierra Madre…. Öüï don’t need no stinkin’ badges.

Lyle: Now, come on, boys! Where’s your spirit? I don’t hear no singin’. When you was slaves, you sang like birds. Go on, how ’bout a good ol’ nigger work song?
Bart: [singing] I get no kick from champagne, Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all, So, tell me why should it be true, That I get a belt out of you…

Let IT!, be… K Street.

And in Washington, The Smithsonian Museum of African-American History is getting a facelift with a new eXhibit about Eric Clapton in the 1976 Enoch Powell’s repatriation program.