Ron On The Rotund Rev

It's Monday and I'm lazy so here's another rant from Ron.

Alfred Charles Sharpton, Jr., born 3 October 1954 in Brooklyn, and best known as a black supremacist who either creates incidents or blows things out of proportion for the sole purpose of getting his name in the news while promoting the concept of reparations to American blacks for slavery and excuses for sitting on their lazy asses and drawing welfare.

Also known as "Al Charlatan" or "The Reverend Soundbite," Sharpton is a rabble-rousing, ambulance-chasing, shit-stirring loudmouth who ostensibly protests racial injustice and police brutality, but like his mentor, Jesse Jackson, he is entirely uninterested in any minority group other than those of African ancestry. Jews, Asians, Latinos, and light-skinned Arabs can go suck canal water as far as he's concerned.

As a child, Sharpton managed to acquire the title of "minister" and was known as the "boy wonder" preacher of the Washington Temple Church of Let's Get Whitey! Actually nothing more than a pest and wannabe entertainer, he founded the National Delinquent Youth Movement right out of high school, worked as a tour manager for wife-beater and alcoholic James Brown, and toured with screechers and garblers who called themselves singers to rip off their gullible black audiences. In the 70s and 80s, he sleazed with shyster promoter Don King to cheat several boxers out of their money before it even got into their hands.

Hungry for attention as a spokesman for his black brethren against the oppressive white people, most of whom had no idea what the hell he was talking about, he became front man for Tawana Brawley, an African-American teenager who accused a group of white men of rape -- a charge later demonstrated to be a complete hoax. In 2004, he hit perhaps the apex of his arrogance and nominated himself as a candidate for PotUS.

He, along with fellow RWPP's Alton Maddox and C. Vernon Mason were sued for defamation of character by Steven Pagones, one of the people unjustly accused in the Tawana Brawley fraud. Pagones won his law suit but Sharpton never paid the damages saying he didn't have any money, yet somehow his children go to private schools and he travels first class everywhere he goes. ... GOC

For reasons known only to himself, Al Charlatan considers himself an intelligent, informed, articulate activist who knows how to capture media attention and speak for disenfranchised, as long as they are black and stupid. In that regard, he has never met a press conference or a video camera he didn't like.

The self-appointed messiah for the downtrodden blacks is actually nothing more than a faux minister without a parish, an alligator mouth with a hummingbird ass, and a repertoire of inflammatory terms, accusations, and demands. He works tirelessly to fan the flames of black discontent and anger with white culture.

Reverend Soundbite has been proven wrong, vilified, jailed, indicted for tax evasion, beaten up, and even stabbed for his outrageous accusations and inciteful behavior. However, his skin seems to have teflon qualities, because nothing seems to stick to him, especially the truth. In most cases, he manages to turn accusations against him and attacks on his imaginary accusations against others into proof that the white media and conservative criminal justice system are out to get him.

Aligning himself with a freakish boy who was born into a large family of nearly pure African blacks but later tried to turn himself into a white woman seems almost out of character for an activist who wants to be seen as champion of the oppressed American black . . . until you think about it, that is. Sharpton will seize upon any opportunity to get his face in the news. It's a sickness with him, a compulsion, making him a serial annoyer with a loud, scratchy voice and a warped, devious agenda.

Al Sharpton has damaged race relations between whites and blacks in America for decades, and he'll continue to do it until he accidentally falls into the La Brea tar pits or is sucked through the intake of a 767 engine undergoing full thrust testing. Rest assured that he will manage to piss off hundreds of black people at the little freak's memorial service and continue to pop burrs under the saddle of racial harmony while popping Franklins into his pockets for the effort.

The man is a fraud, a danger, a cheat, a racist, a flim-flammer, and a counterproductive voice for American blacks. Like our Precedent President, the only thing he has ever run has been his mouth, and his greatest gift to any group of people is to the Asian and Latino communities through his refusal to consider them worthy of his time.

Our nation would be much better off if both ends of his alimentary canal were to grow permanently shut.

C'mon Ron. Don't hold back. Tell us how you really feel.