Promoting & Emoting

How do you elevate enthusiasm? Getting paid to give a shit always helps. If my dad could only make money off my comedy, he could become my manager and have a vested interest in emoting and promoting in my honor for a change. Versus acting ho-hum in my presence since I became a Stay-At-Home Comedian, who takes extreme offense at me asking my accountant if I can write off my never-ending joke gem dissemination on my Do It All Dad Year Podcast as a charitable donation. What makes me such a world class enthusiast today outside of yanking off my own material again long time, all the time? Never feeling the need to prove my cultural cool cred by attending Hamilton, which is worse than Obama rapping or pretending to be a world class baller because he rode the bench at an all-Asian private school in Hawaii helps.  Hamilton rapping isn’t divisive? But you were separated from 400 Benjamins before dinner, for the priveledge of hearing a play cited by Hillary Hamer Time Cankles at the Democratic National Convention, before she failed to sell 80 million branded racists on why baby boomer mom knows best.

Today, I’m giddy because a new broadcast audio app that allows fans and certain paid commentors to perform live running commentary for various sporting events is offering me an opportunity to shine as their new paid star comedic voice to rant and roll on my 1st love before Motley Crew and AC/DC, the New York Knicks. Actually, haven’t watched a Knicks game since the Knicks traded KP for a box of cotton candy because his Latvian brother agent made Knicks owner James Dolan painfully uncomfortable because he sounds too much like the Russian mob boss in 25th Hour. Prior, I never got over MSG management ordering security to escort Charles Oakley out of the world’s most famous arena for an alleged hate speech violation, despite Trump critics not having that silence treatment to squelch pro Trumpian trash talk just yet. From what I recall, Knicks owner James Owner biggest beef with Charles Oakley besides him openly criticizing many front office moves was an ex-Knicks player of Charle’s Oakley’s magnitude using his carwash owner and private barbeque catering money to pay his own way to floor seats at the Garden, without having to rely on any meager handout greeter jobs from Cardinal Dolan unlike Larry Johnson who had more mouths to feed last the time I checked.  Charles Oakley was always stronger at pulling off a convincing head fake from 12 feet out. If Larry Johnson wasn’t such an explosive player in the lane at UNLV and with the Charlotte Hornets soon after, he could’ve developed a more reliable pump fake in the driving lane earlier than later after he developed back issues from throwing it into every groupie south of the mason Dixon line. But the original super Jew Jesus Christ promoted the liberating power of forgiveness. So, I’m ready to give the Knicks another shot of love, which shouldn’t be a stretch, because I’m very confident in my ability to get paid to give a shit about emoting and promoting Knick fan enthusiasm again. Especially knowing how my future investors in me, are budding fans already and I’ve always performed with extra fiery gusto for those who took an effusive interest in my special sparkly brand of me.  Plus, the Knicks are stacked with youthful, versatile, ultra-agile talent this year compared to Knicks teams of winter break blur pasts, despite stand out moments such as John Stark’s jack in the box launch stuff over Air Jordan, back when Scottie Pippen rightfully bitched for getting paid less than BJ Armstrong’s nanny.  Bernard King huffing and stuffing, going to coast to coast like a bat out of Brooklyn on the A line express to Broadway happened a tad before my prime viewing on MSG time while soaking up the rhyming and styling profiling’s of the coolest, flyest color analyst to ever grace the mic, Walt Clyde the Glide Frazier. Sure, Latrell Sprewell showcasing some sporadic sprouts of spry dashing and dishing quickness in the lane after choking the crusty old white privilege out of PJ Carlesimo when he played for Golden State in a NY minute. Later, inspiring me to coin the New York Knicks Dictionary Modern Edition including such as hardcore hilarious entries such as Spree (V) To Flee from an impending choke hold.  Actually, used that 13-year-old punchline in my original cover letter that’s lead to my call back audition on Friday when I’ll be doing a live color cast broadcast for the Knicks versus the never scary Washington Bullets. No longer having to box out Wes Unseld under the boards could carry the masked Atlas on Five Avenue on his shoulders for Christ’s sake.

A new study says, Knicks fans are the most loyal fanbase, especially compared to Brooklyn Nets fans, who most likely never heard of Drazen Petrovic who would’ve manhandled Luka Donic like a 5-star Dallas stripper at Scores on audition night. I’m member of Generation X but have played no role in the garbage heap time suck the Internet has become. My generation has never been able to enjoy sex paranoid free despite Magic making HIV disappear. We’ve also lived through 9/11 in our twenties, multiple recessions going on 3, whose kids are forced to wear masks at school looking like Michael Jackson’s freak kids on holiday in Bahrain. Now, it looks like will pay more for monthly gas heating bills this coming dark winter than the electric bill tab for 311’s hydroponic farm in Santa Cruz for the year. As a result, members of Generation X like our comedy like our coffee, dark and bitter.  Any kid today sporting a Steph Curry jersey who’s never stepped over trolly tracks of shit throughout the streets of San Francisco is the apart of the bandwagon generation.

Anyone see the new doc on Dr. Fauci by National Geographic?  Did Ken Burns direct it or does he socially distance himself from mass murderers that have nothing to do with murder’s row on Yankee dynasty teams on baseball docs for PBS? Imagine Lou Gehrig breaking his iron man streaking after snagging an itchy esophagus from COVID?  Cal Ripken Junior wouldn’t have resembled Bea Arthur Senior on top, grinding out 5000 lifetimes to catch up with his extended playing streak already. Lou Gehrig had 25 bone fractures in his hand by the time he broke the all-time consecutive streak. So, I don’t see him quitting his rigorous playing steak over a severe case of the sniffles. They called him the Iron Horse for a reason, not Leo Epstein from Biloxi Blues. 

Daughter had after school Fairy Club today. One her classmates made fun of her for it. She said, “Fairy club is for little girls.” I said, “No it isn’t. Woke Superman is into fairies now to.”  Call me old fashioned, but I don’t want Superman speeding toward any hole of desire. He’s freaking Superman. Granted, Lois Lane was a fag hag if there ever was one. Still, aren’t superheroes similar to the Jedi because they reject the life of fleshy pursing passion, even if they’re capable of shooting off loads faster than a speeding bullet on a bullet train to an Octopus anime porn convention in downtown Tokyo, where only the hell hole dammed roam.  How would Superman today describe an uncircumcised penis? Would Superman say, “Picture the earthworm from Dune if you’re about to entertain Paulie Pine Nuts at Scores for a Saints of Newark after hours party.  Was it me or was the portrayal of a young Tony less arousing than Dr. Melfi in bellbottoms? Also, my friends went to bodegas to get forties of old English, when we were underage. Old E, Snoop Dog’s old school ho sprayer of choice. But for some frigging reason, a young Tony isn’t enterprising enough to score some beer without his connected uncle’s help?  Tony couldn’t have scored some malt liquor at a bodega in Newark, who wouldn’t mind poisoning the white boy with more demon drink for a change? I thought Tony was in fucking Mensa. Couldn’t have Tony made his own moonshine like an east coast version of Larry Flynt for Christ’s sake. At the very least, you’d think Tony would dick over some putzy Jew kid with a bag oregano without fearing any major beatdown repercussions. So, he could score enough money to have some wino score a bottle of Night Train. Axl Rose was a crazy hick from Indiana who was capable of enough to hustle for the stuff after being welcome to the Jungle. But the budding young criminal mastermind genius known as Tony Soprano couldn’t break into the football’s captains’ parents liquor cabinet to give Carmela a bada bing to sort of remember after cleaning out all the schnapps already?

I got an update from my oral surgeon on my wisdom teeth just taken out. He says, “I just spoke with your dentist Dr. Silver, and he’s thrilled with progress of your mountain dew mouth now? I say, “It’s a good thing, I didn’t wear my new Kyrie Irving jersey today or else I would’ve fucked up the party for everybody.” Oral surgeon doc laughs long time. Yeah, so back the drama free Knicks. Derick Rose proposed on the Garden Floor, and nobody blew the rape whistle on him in the process.  So let’s start promoting and emoting about the new and improved New York Knicks already and focus on our big 4 for now to get my Knicks smack talking mojo working again.

Kemba Walker

Even my younger brother texted me, “We got Kemba.” And were not Face Timing each other to sleep either ever. “We got Kemba”, is a great line though. It sounds like Knicks management snagged an alpha dog from Dikembe Mutombo’s village, who’s danced, pranced and romanced into our forlorn dreamy hearts before even stepping foot on to the world’s most famous arena that’s bigger, brighter and flat out cooler than Michael Jordan’s Zoom call displays of heart ripping out dominance. Michael Jordan was never deemed threatening enough to be murdered outside of his apartment in the Dakota building, OK.  Can you imagine John Lennon doing a fucking Hanes commercial? Like he’d actually reveal his shit stains after trying to snuggle off some CIA strength strong acid with Yoko.

Derrick Rose

Derrick Rose can still elevate and shove your hate in your face at a breakneck freshman phenom pace. I made a rape whistle joke prior, but he was cleared of all charges and kept by the jurors for autographs soon after. So how creepy of an impression did he make after all? R. Kelly he’s not.

J.J Barrett

Is a lottery pick done good, which is a rare event for the Knicks franchise like Patrick Ewing ever getting a coaching offer from them. J.J Barrett is a Duke grad stud, who plays in your face de while shooting 40 percent when launching way from downtown three’s. He’s dare I say without being accused as racist, a high IQ player. Meaning, J.J had a much better math SAT score than I ever did to get into the Harvard of the south, Duke, is all I’m saying. And I’m twice as pathetic, because my math SAT score was still abysmal, despite me being a) part Jewish, and b) taking the test untimed, to the point when I was done, my friends had already declaring their major’s sophomore year in college at Washington University.

Julius Randle

Just had his second kid, which is a great omen for more auspicious, hooping and swooping to come. He was voted an all-star last year and made Knicks fans believers in hardcore loyalty materializing sometime in our favor eventually again post 1999. Prince lives although Julius Randle has a stronger, fiercer handle than the prolific prince of pop art rock. I don’t care if black entertainer defender extremist Dave Chapelle tells me any different. I love Julius Randle’s smile and resent free chip on his shoulder to prove last year he was no fluke has been never was real deal all-star championship bound caliber player. He’s a less streaky John Starks in the making. Plus, the addition of two franchise player point guards in Kemba and Rose, will create easier buckets for his teammates to create more space than Octomom after push 5000.

Honorable Mention Supreme

Coach Tom Thibodeau

How does any hardcore Knick fan loyalist not love Tom Thibodeau even before he won Coach Of The Year honors last year and ushered the Knick fans back into dreamy fantasy land with greater do-good possibility than ever before man? Fuck Phish New Year’s Eve shows of MSG past. Coach Tom Thibodeau is the Knick fan faithful’s best chance of making that elusive parade down the Canyon of Heroes on Broadway possible while never sweating the possibility of Greek the Freak, dragging his big ass along the court like a Van Gundy off the rack rag doll from the nearby fashion district on 36th and 6th. Tom Thibodeau will ensure the Knicks play hardcore DEFENSE, which always makes your team more competitive than the rest, especially when he’s also giving this new stupendous team of young spry neophytes the green light to drain more balls than Led Zepplin groupies for the directors cut of The Song Remains the Same. Can’t wait to hear the Garden roar of old when Messier, Hogan and Dice were on top. New York needs a winner again. So, I have a good excuse to call pops. Go New York, go.  

Michael Kornbluth

Dear Jewish People

Phew, Dave Chappelle is done comparing Bruce Jenner changing his name to what Ali did 50 years before all lives matter become the new n word. What, a relief. Maybe now, Dave will show a smidgen of self-corrective awareness, and not be so ready to defend R. Kelly in his act anymore by calling him the black Elvis with weak bladder control. Also, Bruce Jenner was never asexual. But I bet Bruce stayed harder longer, after he convinced wife Kris Jenner to cut her short, so she would look more like a dolled up Ralph Machio, before Chelsea Handler came out as a full time social justice activist to detract the online world from her tit’s sagging popularity. Oh yeah, let’s not forget Dave Chappelle’s alleged brilliance in implying that Rihanna got what was coming to her, because her big ass forehead was bound to get in the way of another Chris Brown roundhouse again. The race defender supremacist supreme wrote off the kids at the Never Land Ranch as transient pubescent fame whores who went into the sleepover wanting more than an autograph. How did the wannabe smart, poignant deep Paul Mooney 2.0 excuse Michael Jackson for murdering one age of innocence after another like a smooth criminal? Dave Chappelle said what in Michael Jackson’s defense again, “All the Beatles royalty points in the world, can’t buy me love.” Did Chappelle ever impersonate Marlon Brando’s shrink part in Don Juan De Marco and say, “Michael, just because it happened at the Neverland Ranch, doesn’t mean it never happened Michael.” Hey Chappelle, instead of making more Trans jokes, nobody gives a shit about, which requires 0.0 bravery, when you’re not Jim Norton expressing your actual sexual attraction toward one on thridlegs.com for the welcome 0.0 body fat around their waists for a change. Why not use your keeping it real cultural cache with Jeff Bezos and suggest he’d hook up Monique with some voice over work and make her the new voice of Alexa because your benefactor at Netflix won’t hook up large and in charge woman with comedy specials because of charges of racism, which is precious, despite them dumping mo money into Chris Rock’s next special, Kill Whitey Already, than what American taxpayers will spend on the new Infrastructure Deal to pay for the reconstruction of Hunter’s deviated septum. Unfortunately, you can no longer pay the past great Chris Rock with just one rib. So team up with your boy Kayne and campaign for Jeff Bezos to make Monique the new voice of Alexa to prove Amazon really cares about promoting diverse voices besides still making Mein Kampf available on Kindle, which is 725 pages of hate speech in a row. Alexa’s voice has to trigger Chappelle because she sounds like Scarlett Johansen between US military subsidized estrogen throat blocker treatments. Again Chappelle, if America is so racist, then why did Obama Be Good become President twice, besides him only having to beat Mitt’s power tie collection from Brooks Brothers while promising to reverse W’s path of never ending prick return? Also, Trumpy Poo got the same amount votes as Obama did. So what’s your ultra wise, soul deepening quote on race relations in our country again Dave, besides Black Supremacist Entertainers lives mattering most after Thug Lives Matter Most? Is it that the 80 million people who voted for Obama who voted for Trumpy Poo experienced a sudden midlife white supremacist crisis after Obama rebranded ISIS ISIL so they’d sound more start friendly in the Business Insider? There’s an Obama accomplishment you can be proud to cite on 97.1 with Funk Master Flex next time you think it’s a good look defending rappers named Da Baby. How did all the lispy, hell hole damned, Jewish trolls controlling the Internet according to Dave, twist up Da Baby’s comments at a rap show in Miami, primo fagalah country last time I checked again? When Da Baby said, “If you didn’t show up today with HIV, AIDS, or any of them deadly sexually transmitted diseases that’ll make you die in two to three weeks, then put your cell phone lighter up.” It’s a good thing security checked for COVID vaccination passports before the show then. Also, when Da Baby said, “If you didn’t show up today with HIV, AIDS, or any of them deadly sexually transmitted diseases that’ll make you die in two to three weeks, then put your cell phone lighter up.” Was Da Baby thinking the gay junkie who got pricked with the HIV virus from dosing off on top some miscellaneous dick on a bench in one of those autonomous zones in Portlandia was barely hanging on by the thread of his hand me down Aids blanket from the Salvation Army in South Beach, to the point where he couldn’t muster the strength to raise his cell phone out of spite alone, only to yell, “Ever heard of Truvada, bitches? Anti-Viral inhibitors rock, you homophobic fucko’s. They actually prevent the virus from spreading, which is more than I can say for masks, you Fauci Face Fuckers wannabes. And unless you’ve had a friend or love die of Aids Chappelle, or Da Baby, then stop your pussy yapping about gay feelings and Caitlyn Jenner being a better alpha man in shear then you’ll ever be. Caitlyn Jenner used to grace the cover of Wheaties. The only thing Da Baby covers is more deflecting projection on the behalf of the hip hop gay mafia. And enough with the word pandemic to describe COVID. Aids will and always will be the most feared killer queen of them all. So stop acting like catching an ithcy esophagus from COVID is worse than entry into the Dallas Buyers Club, Mcconaughey. You only won an Oscar on the subject. So, stop acting like you’re nothing more than an opportunistic, award sucker off parasite like the rest, OK. Dennis Leary lives, Challah, thank you very much.

Am I the only one queasy from every hack journalist trying to soften the blow of Chappelle being a black entertainer supremacist defender extremist? Who get’s his panties in a bunch because of members of the Trans community have spoken out about his prolonged fixation on minimizing their feminine identity because the majority are confused, privileged, white bitches, compared to the King Of The Persecution Complex, Lebron Drama Queen Diaries. Because guaranteed max money contracts in the NBA, despite injury, contractual obligation or peer pressure used to develop a strong move to your left is so oppressive.

If the wannabe Dick Gregory gave two shits about ennobling young impressionable black men today, by switching their focus less on their victimized mentality, then Half Baked would team up with Nike to a produce a bunch of commercials with fake news fro Collin Kaepernick that use the reimagined slogan, “Just Stop Resisting Arrest.” Now that would be a step in the right direction for our country and the people you act like you’re so interested in empowering like a stoner Curtis Mayfield in the making Dave.

Dear Jewish people, Dave Chapelle hates your guts, Jeff Ross included, when he does a dumb, hacky joke about a colony of world controlling Aliens called Space Jews because we control the Federal Reserve, the Western Wall and all the banks in North Pole to. I hope Dave Chappelle hates my people more for my funnier jokes than he’s capable of producing since he became a sell out hack who thinks Trans teens who suffer from major mental health jokes are the height of hilarity these days when other big boy targets remained untouched in his act such as the CDC, China, what’s become of the Rape Enablement Party, Mr, Groper’s staged fake news White House production sets, Valerie Jarrett, Obama’s live-in Arabian Horse Whisperer and author pusher of the nuke gifting deal to Iran that freed up sanctions and gave them 150 billion dollars in unmarked bills in the still of the night to make their economy less reliant on the sale of hair removal products for the Kardashians. Also, your idol Richard Pryor Dave, loved trans in the sack. In his autobiography Confessions, Pryor talks about how a Trans lady was the best piece of pussy Bill Maher never had. And if you’re going to finish strong Chapelle with your last special that’s so LBGT focused, that’s called The Closer no less, how do you not wrap up your set without any jokes about us learning how Ellen is besties with W now? Because Ellen regardless of party affiliation, is pro bush all the way. What do Ellen and W do together exactly? Invite Michelle Obama over on a Saturday night for a game of Operation, gender reassignment addition? Do Ellen and Michelle watch Portia De Rossi squirm with discomfort as W takes a break from painting maimed vets he gave PTSD to and do a portrait of Ellen’s slave wife property getting her white privileged clit chopped off during Sharia Law Appreciation Century or what? And Colin Kaepernick does sport a fake news fro. Have you ever seen a bi-racial afro that large before? Slash tried to grow it out and it was a total flop. Last, if Biden got more votes than Obama Dave, then Michelle Obama suffers from PTSD for pissing on the ceiling fan in the Lincoln Bedroom after Trump got sworn in. Hours later, Trump get’s peed on for real from the Ceiling Fan in the Lincoln Bedroom. Later, Trump tells Melania about the ceiling pan peeing incident and says “Melania, is this what She-Hulk meant when she-he said, when they go low, we aim, high.” Joan lives. Now, that’s a closer proving you’re an equal opportunity offender, not another race defender supremacist Dave.

Oh yeah, back to any self-respecting Jews left on this God blessed earth, Dave Chappelle hates your funny Jew bone, especially when a plus gemry comes from a big headed heeb like myself who can capture the great Jeff Ross like no other roasting another one of Dave’s cherished idols Jay Z, during Super Bowl Sunday in the VIP room. Jeff Ross says, “Jigga Man, don’t you think child separation can be a good thing? I mean, look how you turned out. Plus, if Coco never got separated from his parents, he never would’ve become a mini Los Lobos in the making. Beyonce sitting out the national anthem was a classy move Jay. Let me guess, she got pissed because Demi Lovato singing the National Anthem rubbed her the wrong way because Demi sounded too much like the white privledged version of Alabama Shakes. Hey, don’t shoot the messenger Jigga. Can’t you just hire Bennie Segal do it? Or what about Damon Dash if the price is right? But you can’t knock Snoop’s Dog’s new wine right Jigga? Wine Advocate says, “Snoop’s Merlot tastes like mouthwash used in porn hood hell. Lucky for you, Nas doesn’t fill up the new Yankee Stadium the way you did when you played the first concert at the House That Gentrification Built. Gentrification, you know liberal talk for less classy Cardi B’s and increased shots of unhealthy looking gay guys pounding Wheat Grass together at the new Jamba Juice in Fort Green on Dekalb Avenue. Will Twitter allow you to admitt you miss Trump a little bit Jigga Man? I miss Trump’s relentless optimism and over the top salesmanship personally. If Fuck Face Fauci shot up Trump with the dirty needle the Deep State used to take out Easy E, Trump would tweet the next morning on whatever hate speech spewing platform he’s allowed on next, “Do I have HIV? Yes, but my T-Cell count numbers have never been stronger.” Can I get a holla, for some Challah? Thank you very much.

Michael Kornbluth

Dear Jewish People

Phew, Dave Chappelle is done comparing Bruce Jenner changing his name to what Ali did 50 years before all lives matter become the new n word. What, a relief. Maybe now, Dave will show a smidgen of self-corrective awareness, and not be so ready to defend R. Kelly in his act anymore by calling him the black Elvis with weak bladder control. Also, Bruce Jenner was never asexual. But I bet Bruce stayed harder longer, after he convinced wife Kris Jenner to cut her short, so she would look more like a dolled-up Ralph Macchio, before Chelsea Handler came out as a full-time social justice activist to detract the online world from her tit’s sagging popularity. Oh yeah, let’s not forget Dave Chappelle’s alleged brilliance in implying that Rihanna got what was coming to her, because her big ass forehead was bound to get in the way of another Chris Brown roundhouse again. The race defender supremacist supreme wrote off the kids at the Never Land Ranch as transient pubescent fame whores who went into the sleepover wanting more than an autograph. How did the wannabe smart, poignant deep Paul Mooney 2.0 excuse Michael Jackson for murdering one age of innocence after another like a smooth criminal? Dave Chappelle said what in Michael Jackson’s defense again, “All the Beatles royalty points in the world, can’t buy me love.” Did Chappelle ever impersonate Marlon Brando’s shrink part in Don Juan De Marco and say, “Michael, just because it happened at the Neverland Ranch, doesn’t mean it never happened Michael.” Hey Chappelle, instead of making more Trans jokes, nobody gives a shit about, which requires 0.0 bravery, when you’re not Jim Norton expressing your actual sexual attraction toward one on thridlegs.com for the welcome 0.0 body fat around their waists for a change. Why not use your keeping it real cultural cache with Jeff Bezos and suggest he’d hook up Monique with some voice over work and make her the new voice of Alexa because your benefactor at Netflix won’t hook up large and in charge woman with comedy specials because of charges of racism, which is precious, despite them dumping mo money into Chris Rock’s next special, Kill Whitey Already, than what American taxpayers will spend on the new Infrastructure Deal to pay for the reconstruction of Hunter’s deviated septum. Unfortunately, you can no longer pay the past great Chris Rock with just one rib. So, team up with your boy Kayne and campaign for Jeff Bezos to make Monique the new voice of Alexa to prove Amazon really cares about promoting diverse voices besides still making Mein Kampf available on Kindle, which is 725 pages of hate speech in a row. Alexa’s voice has to trigger Chappelle because she sounds like Scarlett Johansen between US military subsidized estrogen throat blocker treatments. Again Chappelle, if America is so racist, then why did Obama Be Good become President twice, besides him only having to beat Mitt’s power tie collection from Brooks Brothers while promising to reverse W’s path of never-ending prick return? Also, Trumpy Poo got the same amount votes as Obama did. So, what’s your ultraultra-wise, soul deepening quote on race relations in our country again Dave, besides Black Supremacist Entertainers lives mattering most after Thug Lives Matter Most? Is it that the 80 million people who voted for Obama who voted for Trumpy Poo experienced a sudden midlife white supremacist crisis after Obama rebranded ISIS ISIL, so they’d sound more start friendly in the Business Insider? There’s an Obama accomplishment you can be proud to cite on 97.1 with Funk Master Flex next time you think it’s a good look defending rappers named Da Baby. How did all the lispy, hell hole damned, Jewish trolls controlling the Internet according to Dave, twist up Da Baby’s comments at a rap show in Miami, primo fagalah country last time I checked again? When Da Baby said, “If you didn’t show up today with HIV, AIDS, or any of them deadly sexually transmitted diseases that’ll make you die in two to three weeks, then put your cell phone lighter up.” It’s a good thing security checked for COVID vaccination passports before the show then. Also, when Da Baby said, “If you didn’t show up today with HIV, AIDS, or any of them deadly sexually transmitted diseases that’ll make you die in two to three weeks, then put your cell phone lighter up.” Was Da Baby thinking the gay junkie who got pricked with the HIV virus from dosing off on top some miscellaneous dick on a bench in one of those autonomous zones in Portlandia was barely hanging on by the thread of his hand me down Aids blanket from the Salvation Army in South Beach, to the point where he couldn’t muster the strength to raise his cell phone out of spite alone, only to yell, “Ever heard of Truvada, bitches? Anti-Viral inhibitors rock, you homophobic fucko’s. They actually prevent the virus from spreading, which is more than I can say for masks, you Fauci Face Fuckers wannabes. And unless you’ve had a friend or love die of Aids Chappelle, or Da Baby, then stop your pussy yapping about gay feelings and Caitlyn Jenner being a better alpha man in shear then you’ll ever be. Caitlyn Jenner used to grace the cover of Wheaties. The only thing Da Baby covers is more deflecting projection on the behalf of the hip-hop gay mafia. And enough with the word pandemic to describe COVID. Aids will and always will be the most feared killer queen of them all. So, stop acting like catching an itchy esophagus from COVID is worse than entry into the Dallas Buyers Club, McConaughey. You only won an Oscar on the subject. So, stop acting like you’re nothing more than an opportunistic, award sucker off parasite like the rest, OK. Dennis Leary lives, Challah, thank you very much. Am I the only one queasy from every hack journalist trying to soften the blow of Chappelle being a black entertainer supremacist defender extremist? Who gets his panties in a bunch because of members of the Trans community have spoken out about his prolonged fixation on minimizing their feminine identity because the majority are confused, privileged, white bitches, compared to the King of The Persecution Complex, Lebron Drama Queen Diaries. Because guaranteed max money contracts in the NBA, despite injury, contractual obligation or peer pressure used to develop a strong move to your left is so oppressive. If the wannabe Dick Gregory gave two shits about ennobling young impressionable black men today, by switching their focus less on their victimized mentality, then Half Baked would team up with Nike to a produce a bunch of commercials with fake news fro Collin Kaepernick that use the reimagined slogan, “Just Stop Resisting Arrest.” Now that would be a step in the right direction for our country and the people you act like you’re so interested in empowering like a stoner Curtis Mayfield in the making Dave. Dear Jewish people, Dave Chapelle hates your guts, Jeff Ross included, when he does a dumb, hacky joke about a colony of world controlling Aliens called Space Jews because we control the Federal Reserve, the Western Wall and all the banks in North Pole to. I hope Dave Chappelle hates my people more for my funnier jokes than he’s capable of producing since he became a sellout hack who thinks Trans teens who suffer from major mental health jokes are the height of hilarity these days when other big boy targets remained untouched in his act such as the CDC, China, what’s become of the Rape Enablement Party, Mr., Groper’s staged fake news White House production sets, Valerie Jarrett, Obama’s live-in Arabian Horse Whisperer and author pusher of the nuke gifting deal to Iran that freed up sanctions and gave them 150 billion dollars in unmarked bills in the still of the night to make their economy less reliant on the sale of hair removal products for the Kardashians. Also, your idol Richard Pryor Dave, loved trans in the sack. In his autobiography Confessions, Pryor talks about how a Trans lady was the best piece of pussy Bill Maher never had. And if you’re going to finish strong Chapelle with your last special that’s so LBGT focused, that’s called The Closer no less, how do you not wrap up your set without any jokes about us learning how Ellen is besties with W now? Because Ellen regardless of party affiliation, is pro bush all the way. What do Ellen and W do together exactly? Invite Michelle Obama over on a Saturday night for a game of Operation, gender reassignment addition? Do Ellen and Michelle watch Portia De Rossi squirm with discomfort as W takes a break from painting maimed vets, he gave PTSD to and do a portrait of Ellen’s slave wife property getting her white privileged clit chopped off during Sharia Law Appreciation Century or what? And Colin Kaepernick does sport a fake news fro. Have you ever seen a bi-racial afro that large before? Slash tried to grow it out and it was a total flop. Last, if Biden got more votes than Obama Dave, then Michelle Obama suffers from PTSD for pissing on the ceiling fan in the Lincoln Bedroom after Trump got sworn in. Hours later, Trump gets peed on for real from the Ceiling Fan in the Lincoln Bedroom. Later, Trump tells Melania about the ceiling pan peeing incident and says “Melania, is this what She-Hulk meant when she-he said, when they go low, we aim, high.” Joan lives. Now, that’s a closer proving you’re an equal opportunity offender, not another race defender supremacist Dave. Oh yeah, back to any self-respecting Jews left on this God blessed earth, Dave Chappelle hates your funny Jew bone, especially when a plus gemry comes from a big headed heeb like me who can capture the great Jeff Ross like no other roasting another one of Dave’s cherished idols Jay Z, during Super Bowl Sunday in the VIP room. Jeff Ross says, “Jigga Man, don’t you think child separation can be a good thing? I mean, look how you turned out. Plus, if Coco never got separated from his parents, he never would’ve become a mini–Los Lobos in the making. Beyonce sitting out the national anthem was a classy move, Jay. Let me guess, she got pissed because Demi Lovato singing the National Anthem rubbed her the wrong way because Demi sounded too much like the white privileged version of Alabama Shakes. Hey, don’t shoot the messenger Jigga. Can’t you just hire Bennie Segal, do it? Or what about Damon Dash if the price is right? But you can’t knock Snoop’s Dog’s new wine right Jigga? Wine Advocate says, “Snoop’s Merlot tastes like mouthwash used in porn hood hell. Lucky for you, Nas doesn’t fill up the new Yankee Stadium the way you did when you played the first concert at the House That Gentrification Built. Gentrification, you know liberal talk for less classy Cardi B’s and increased shots of unhealthy-looking gay guys pounding Wheat Grass together at the new Jamba Juice in Fort Green on Dekalb Avenue. Will Twitter allow you to admit you miss Trump a little bit Jigga Man? I miss Trump’s relentless optimism and over the top salesmanship personally. If Fuck Face Fauci shot up Trump with the dirty needle the Deep State used to take out Easy E, Trump would tweet the next morning on whatever hate speech spewing platform he’s allowed on next, “Do I have HIV? Yes, but my T-Cell count numbers have never been stronger.” Can I get a holla, for some Challah? Thank you very much. Michael Kornbluth