He Who is Without Sin, Cast the First Stone…
HSK Exclusive – Wendy Williams needs to sit her sorry Aunt Jemima ass down and get off Breezy’s Dizz-Na-EE!!! Know why? Because she ain’t nowhere near being Mother Teresa. In fact, this is the same ratchet heaux who openly admitted to ridin’ snow slopes … for an entire decade!
“I’ve smoked crack, I’ve cooked coke, I’ve sniffed it … Oprah was describing putting coke in weed, like baking a cake. P.S. It’s call a Woola! I’ve smoked ’em, you’ve smoked ’em, the Wu Tang Clan has smoked ’em. It’s not something I’m ashamed of because it’s part of what makes me who I am today.” ~Wendy ‘Bojangles Bullying-Brown’ Williams
If Wendy is delusional enough to not be ashamed of her junkie past “because it’s part of what makes me who I am today” — she needs to check herself. Know why? Because while she obviously gets wet when bashing a brother — for actions made, like half a decade ago — all that dope Wendy did [or sometimes stills does] seems to have hindered her mental development. This, while Chris Brown is proving himself to be an educated, well-spoken, fearless and matured “I’m Black and I’m Proud” MAN!
Here’s what Chris Brown told Jet Magazine, citing racism for the bad wrap machine-led media continues to attach to his name:
“This is something I’ve been dealing with for the past maybe five years. Anybody with a voice – Tupac, Michael Jackson, the Notorious B.I.G. – gets formatted. Except maybe Jay Z, who is accepted by white America because he shakes hands and kisses babies. No disrespect, because I’m a fan, but nobody brings up the fact that he stabbed somebody and sold drugs. He gets a pass.”
Here’s what Wendy ‘Bojangles Bully-Brown’ Williams had to say to Brother Chris — from her TV set — about Breezy’s interview with Jet Mag … using his name as a “Hot Topic” to ENTERTAIN her audience:
“You are less than smart for trying to blame Jay Z. You need to blame yourself, young man. You’re a woman beater, you’re disrespectful, you threw a chair out of the window of ‘Good Morning America’… whatever happened to that cute young man that used to dance for Doublemint gum?
A boy grows into a man, but you look like a junkie. You’ve got those nasty tattoos, you’re way too skinny. You don’t seem to have respect for much at all. You beat the stew out of Rihanna and you’re with that Koochie Crayon right now. Why don’t you go out with a nice girl named Mallory or something.
And please don’t Twitter war me because I don’t bark back. So please save your Twitter war rant, young man.”
Here’s what I have to say to this shameful sister, Wendy Williams:
“Your daytime television audience may not recall your ratchet radio days, leaving Hot 97 between breaks to head to Harlem to cop your coke … but we do! Let’s take it back to the time you threw your own longtime co-worker Mister Cee under the bus … while covering up for your own tranny-lovin’ husband. You are a messy individual who works for the machine, stepp’in and fetch’in, just the way your producers like it. You tore MJ apart while he was alive, yet jumped on the ‘Mourning Michael’ bandwagon after his death. You are nothing more than a puppet, whose legacy will be that of a gossiping little Girl.
Shame on you for kicking brothers and sisters when they’re down, claiming fame from it. Remember this, Wendy Williams … everyday when you look at your UGLY inner self in the mirror. Don’t believe us … Just ask Joyce Hawkins.”