I’ve seen this nigga before.
The last time he came around, his name was Earl Woods.
And this shit he talked about his son Tiger, you’da thought the lil nigga would be the next messiah, let alone the greatest golfer to ever play the game.
One divorce from a former nanny later and the lil nigga can’t even play golf no more.
Not only that, Earl loathed the very Black Williams sisters.
Similarly, now we got LaVar Ball.
His son Lonzo, the Freshman UCLA star point guard, is the one to really keep your eye on, it being NCAA tournament time and all, but there are two other boys, LiAngelo and LaMelo, that are still in high school and they are nice.
If you haven’t seen Lonzo play yet, the best way to describe him for otherwise basketball aficionados would be to say that he’s like a more scoring-oriented Jason Kidd.
High praise indeed.
And while y’all know I’m a racist and you think because of this, that makes me anti-interracial relationships, you’d be wrong because I’m decidedly pro-love.
And love simply comes the way it comes.
I even back the homos in their decisions to butt-fuck and cunt-lick each other.
I ain’t a hater.
However, as I have noted too many times to mention, perhaps most strenuously in the epic and classic “When Interracial Becomes Irrational” and “Do We Love White Women or Hate White Men?” posts, a lot of times when a Black dude marries a white chick – like LaVar Ball has; his wife and the mother of the three Ball boys, Tina, is white – it’s often either because he sees himself as superior; but only to other Black men, and because not only can’t he stand white men and loves to show off his white wife as evidence that he can and did get one too, but he hates Black women as well and wants to floss the fact that he’s done “better” than to end up with one.
Evidence, of the first part of my argument is the fact that LaVar says that Lonzo is already better than Steph Curry, an NBA champion, despite the fact that Lonzo is yet to do as much as win an NCAA Tournament game, and that he himself would have beaten Michael Jordan in a game of one-on-one, despite averaging 2.2ppg in his own, er, illustrious college basketball career.
Evidence of the second part is if some inter-racially married nigga has daughters, them little bitches better never bring home The Enemy, but also the sons better not fuck with no (no matter what her background) ghetto, trifling, nasty perm-n-weave wearing Black ho.
I’ve seen with my own eyes, how a nigga in an interracial relationship goes out of his way to be acknowledged by and slight Black women, especially fine ones.
If one of the Ball boys were to bring home some hot young Black honey, LaVar might try to fuck her under the guise of proving that she wasn’t shit.
Or he might ultimately slip into Spencer Tracy mode from Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, after trying to blast her out of the place by knocking Kanye’s “Gold Digger” from the moment she arrived.