I am not a “let’s-bury-the-N-word” type guy. I’m not even bent outta shape behind all this noose nonsense. (That ain’t “terrorism,” it’s a too-easy way to get media attention and rile up the Negro leadership class... and distract it from the important stuff.)
Basically, I’m hard to offend with symbols.
Still, I could’ve done without seeing a burning cross on my TV screen whilst trying to get my “Simpsons” on. But that’s what happened this evening.
The screencap above is from the commercial for “Beowulf,” an upcoming blockbuster.
Now, I don’t give a shit what Hollywood puts in its big-money sword-and-sorcery wankathons. That has nothing to do with me. But couldn’t they have left the burning cross out of the commercials?
Because, you know... it’s a burning cross!
“Nappy-headed hoes,” nooses, now this. Whitey must be getting ready for something. Something big. Watch your backs, people.
And hey, how would you like to be sitting in a movie theater in Stone Mountain, Georgia, on a Friday night when that image comes up on the screen? Yeeehaw! Burn, baby, burn!!