Hip-hop mogul Russell Simmons to host campaign fundraiser Thursday for Maryland Lt. Gov. Michael S. Steele’s run for U.S. Senate. From the Washington Times:
Also scheduled to participate in the event are Cathy Hughes, founder and chairman of Radio One, a black-run broadcasting company specializing in urban markets, and hip-hop pioneer DJ Kid Capri.
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Ms. Hughes and Mr. Simmons, the man behind the Def Jam Recordings music label and the platinum-plated careers of acts including the Beastie Boys, LL Cool J and Run-DMC, embody Mr. Steele’s message of economic opportunity, campaign spokesman Doug Heye said.
“These are both people who not only built extremely successful companies but companies that are actively involved in their communities,” Mr. Heye said. “It goes to what Mr. Steele talks about in building legacy wealth.”
Mr. Simmons, who often has used his music empire to advance liberal political activism, has backed the Republican administration in Maryland.
Wow. It’s almost like a reverse Watermelon Man!
If there’s any social justice, Jane Hamsher and Steve Gilliard are already hard at work on a series of Photoshops that will help put this latest example of plantation escape into its properly outrageous context. Because let’s face it: if anybody is more street than Russell Simmons, it’s Connecticut Jane Hamsher and her Evian-quaffing poodles.
So go get em’, Jane! Because somebody needs to remind these Uncle Toms that it’s hard out here for a pimp—and I always enjoy it when that somebody is a wealthy gadfly who just so happens to be whiter than a freshly scrubbed urinal.
(h/t Major John)
Capri. That’s just completely TEH.
Wow, I guess Mfume regrets dissing rap music now, don’t he?
TW—“good” as in “It’s good to watch lefties’ heads explode as they realize there ARE no real black people…”
Christ, does that evoke images of a garden party, complete with ice swan.
Remember, Evian is just Naive spelled backwards.
Wow. I’m almost speechless.
Guess you really do gotta help a brotha out.
Suge Knight’s latest bullet wound cound not be reached for comment.
I went to a garden party.
They all knew my name.
No one recognized me…
This was before I put my picture on my blog.
Almost as ironic as having a chick without a hope of ever finding a man to drop a dollop of his man-syrup in her love canal telling other chicks that love the cizock so much they make babies that they aren’t living up to all that a woman could be.
But all I really wanted to say “hi, all” in my usual heroic couplet…
Sure, but what does Harry Belafonte think about him?
Turing Word: five, as in, give me five.
VERC!!! In the bunker for tomorrow? When actus came out from under his log, I figured you might reappear.
BTW –
needs to be in a Hall of Fame. Somewhere. Somehow.
Holy shit! It’s Verc!
And only moments after Actholes reappearance. Creepy.
By the way, hey Verc, welcome back.
Oh, and damn you wishbone, for beating me to the Suge Knight riff…
Verc, you’re back! Outstanding. You must’ve seen our klieg light signal sweeping across the midnight sky. Unfortunately, all the decent trolls seem to have abandoned us. Maybe it’s a Townhouse list directive. Maybe it’s the calm before the storm.
Anyway, welcome back.
The other trolls are busy. The world is coming to an end tomorrow. They are busily writing their editorials questioning the timing.
Callin’ bullshit on this.
You’re telling me that a man so awash in the surplus labor of exploited black men (and Slayer) that he has a motherfuckin’ gold sink in his guest bathroom has turned against the Democrats.
Not gold-plated. Gold.
Please.
a wealthy gadfly who just so happens to be whiter than a freshly scrubbed urinal.
needs to be in a Hall of Fame. Somewhere. Somehow.
Agreed, I could hear that one land halfway across the country.
Welcome back Verc.
I assumed that you had eaten Actroid and were recovering in Juarez whorehouse from the gastro infection.
T/W The spirit is strong with this one.
Simmons has 99 problems, but Hamsher ain’t one of them.
I see BoZ beat me to it, but Simmons’ arguably most important contribution to the polity was signing Slayer.
I mean, yeah, The Beasties, sure. But Slayer. Slayer.
SLAYER!
Don’t make me break out the ASCII devil-sign.
“plantation escape”
Nope, no racists here!