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WHoah! Vanity Fair Releases Rachel Dolezal ‘Trans-Racial’ Cover!!! Kinda.

Congrats to Rachel Dolezal for opening up doors for all sorts of white people who wanna take advantage of black privilege.

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Uhm. Yeah. OK. ANyway, go read some of the funnier tweets from last night when this insane story broke!

Special thanks to @SaintRPH for helping with the hilarious text! Here’s a different version of the cover that he added even more hilarity to:

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Girl Who Took McKinney Video Says They Didn’t Listen to Cop Because He Called Them NAMES?!

 

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  • formwiz

    I think the grievance industry just took a major hit.

    How bad was Hiroshima?

    (sad part is, she’s not a bad-looking woman)

  • theGOONIES

    Libbys. Petard…….hoist…..priceless

  • mackykam

    My God! I feel sorry for all those people who petted her head hoping for luck.

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  • cmdprompt

    I just threw up a little… right in the back of my throat.

  • PROTEST 1955 / 2O15. 60 YEARS OF CARLOS Poet ASSUMPÇÃO the master who complete 88 years of congratulations on Saturday a lot of light May 23 glorious enhancing value our struggle to ever living history warrior poet Cassump Ebony as said the Angolan poet hero Agostinho Neto.

    ASSUMPÇÃO CARLOS his name this highlighted among the greatest poets of the world and so the main Brasilnas works of Brazilian african culture “Afro-Brazilian Hand” Emanoel Araújo. “Brasileira Encyclopedia of the African Diaspora” Nei Lopes. “EnciclopédiaQuem’s Who in Brazilian Negritude” Eduardo Oliveira.Enciclopédia “Africa mother of Genii Black Afros Brazilian” Jorge J. Oliveira among other works. Sayings of the great masters of Carlos Assumpcao says Nascimento is my poet Solano Trindade Protest is my soul, Geraldo Filmeme chills, Clovis Moura the lyre of our revolt, Barbosa feel each letter, Prof. Eduardo Oliveira my inspiration, Luis Carlos da Vilaa soul of Kizomba, Tiao Carreiro a sad joy, Milton Santos Says it all, Grande Otelo is oPoema National Anthem Fight Conscience and Resistance Black Afro-Brazilian.

    ASSUMPÇÃO CARLOS – The greatest poet of black militancy of Brazil poem the author of the story PROTEST awareness of the struggle of the National Anthem eResistencia Black Afro-Brazilian. The poetaAssumpção is the biggest icon of leadership and negrose Brazilian Afro movements and a leading reference in the world of activists and humanistasem celebration complete 88 years of life. ASSUMPÇÃO CARLOS was born May 23, 1927 in Tiete – SPe thanks and blessings deOlorum88 years of living with your family, friends and us the BLACK NATIONAL ORGANIZATION QUILOMBO ONNQ FOUNDED 20.11.1970 (E various entities and admirers congratulate the birthday of 88 years of the black poet master Carlos Assumpcao) have the honor pride and satisfaction to call the historical person wishing happiness, health, and thank Carlos de Assunpção for its giant work, especially the poem written in 1955 the protest which for many is the largest and the most significant poem Afro Brazilian National Anthem of blacks. “Protest” is the most emblematic poem of Afros Americans and some of Black America, slavery in their pain and scars of contemporary pragmatic unconsciousness high perverse permanent membership in the Poem “The Protest” was released in 1958, in the joy of Brazil champion football, but there were improprieties and Brazilian people was poorly conditioned and today at the World Soccer Cup in Brazil in 2014 the poem “The Protest” by Carlos of Assunpção is more alive with the people in the revolution for (Fall Bas. Brasil.tilha) the reivindicatórias demonstrations economic social justice of the Brazilian people who awakens in the living protest reflection.

    The Milton Santos master said the verses of protest and the speech of Martin Luther King, Jr. in Washington, DC, the capital of the United States of America, on August 28, 1963, after the March to Washington. “I have a Dream” (I have a dream) were the two biggest cries for freedom, rights, peace and justice of Americans afros. Hundreds of journalists, critics and intellectuals of Brazil and the world praising (Protest) (demonstration that black is powerful essence in transforming the ideals of the people) praises work with the unquestionable eloquence watershed of racism and the current warmth But Brazil’s dictatorship and the monopoly of the media and manipulating the elites who dominate the Brazil censor the poem Charles Assunpção protest which is our historic protest and reborn and manifest and bring together blacks and all the oppressed, wronged this nation that makes the World Cup World spending billions to an illusion of a month that can be sad or happy for the Brazilian people the same that sometimes do not have or saves cents for basic needs and even for their survival and their. In Brazil

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    Poem. Charles Assunpção protest

    Even turn their backs

    To my words of fire

    I will not stop crying

    I will not stop

    I will not stop crying

    Gentlemen

    I was sent to the world

    To protest

    Tinsel lies nothing

    Nothing will make me shut up

    Gentlemen

    Night Behind the wall

    Without anyone noticing

    Many of my ancestors

    Dead long ago

    Meet in my house

    And put us to talk

    About bitter things

    About shackles and chains

    Which in the past they were visible

    About shackles and chains

    Which at present are invisible

    Invisible but existing

    The arms in thought

    In steps in dreams in life

    From each of the living

    Together with me foundlings of the Fatherland

    Gentlemen

    The blood of my grandparents

    That runs through my veins

    Are rebellious cries

    One day maybe someone will ask

    Moved before my suffering

    Who is screaming

    Who regrets so

    Who is

    And I will answer

    Me Brother

    Brother thou me desconheces

    Am I the one who had become

    Victim Men

    I’m the one who, being a man

    It was sold by men

    In auctions in public square

    Which was sold or exchanged

    Like any tool

    I’m the one who planted

    The sugarcane and coffee plantations

    And watered with sweat and blood

    One who held

    About blacks and strong shoulders

    The country’s progress

    What thousand suffered torture

    What vainly cried

    What I had given everything he had

    And today has nothing

    But today is not crying

    From what has passed

    What happened is past

    My heart has already forgiven

    Today my brother cry

    It’s because after all

    Justice has not come

    I who cries Statement

    The wrong last

    Deprecated in this

    I who cries Statement

    Am I my brother that

    Who lived in prison

    Who worked in prison

    He suffered in prison

    To be built

    The nation’s foundation

    The nation’s foundation

    It has the stones of my arms

    It has the lime of my tears

    So the nation is sad

    It’s great but sad

    It is so sad among us

    Brother I am the saddest

    My story is told

    Bitterly inks

    One day in cheers and joy of roses

    They threw me suddenly

    The prison where I was

    For a wider prison

    It was a Trojan horse

    The freedom they gave me

    There were snakes future

    Under the cloak of enthusiasm

    One day threw me suddenly

    As sugarcane bagasse

    As coffee straws

    As something useless

    That was no longer for nothing

    One day threw me suddenly

    The helplessness street gutters

    Under cheers and joy of roses

    The sugarcane and coffee plantations

    And watered with sweat and blood

    One who held

    About blacks and strong shoulders

    The country’s progress

    What thousand suffered torture

    What vainly cried

    What I had given everything he had

    And today has nothing

    But today is not crying

    From what has passed

    What happened is past

    My heart has already forgiven

    Today my brother cry

    It’s because after all

    Justice has not come

    I who cries Statement

    The wrong last

    Deprecated in this

    I who cries Statement

    Am I my brother that

    Who lived in prison

    Who worked in prison

    He suffered in prison

    To be built

    The nation’s foundation

    The nation’s foundation

    It has the stones of my arms

    It has the lime of my tears

    So the nation is sad

    It’s great but sad

    It is so sad among us

    Brother I am the saddest

    My story is told

    Bitterly inks

    One day in cheers and joy of roses

    They threw me suddenly

    The prison where I was

    For a wider prison

    It was a Trojan horse

    The freedom they gave me

    There were snakes future

    Under the cloak of enthusiasm

    One day threw me suddenly

    As sugarcane bagasse

    As coffee straws

    As something useless

    That was no longer for nothing

    One day threw me suddenly

    The helplessness street gutters

    Under cheers and joy of roses

    Always dreamed of freedom

    But the freedom they gave me

    It was more illusion that freedom

    Brother I who cries

    I have strong reasons

    Brother I who cries

    I have more need

    To shout that breathing

    But brother learns

    Pity is not what I want

    Piety does not interest me

    Weak ask for mercy

    I want something better

    I do not want to live

    In the basement of society

    Not to be marginal

    I want to go everywhere

    I want to be well received

    No more humiliation

    My soul is tired

    I want the sun that is all

    Or reach everything I want

    I cry all night

    How volcanoes scream

    How scream gales

    As screams sea

    And not even death will force

    To make me shut up.

    National Black Quilombo organization ONNQ 20/11/1970 – 2015

    quilombonnq@bol.com.br

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  • That’s some good coffee !

    Maybe i’m weird, but I think she’s hot. Esp now knowing she’s a liar. Makes her even hotter.

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