that dark skinned brothas like Jason Goff are allowed to make fun of, belittle and basically say that they aren't real blacks? When at the same time, Goff and his like call whitey racist for hating on dark skinned blacks like Lebron and Cam? What's the difference?

I've often heard Goff say he wants to live in a world where people aren't afraid to talk about race. Where people can have the discussion. Well, I'm asking the Goff to have that discussion here. Because I agree with him. We should have it. Now let's see if Goff is afraid.

Will Goff engage? Doubt it. But that will be telling to me as far as Goff. So I will get an answer either way.

Anyway, CSFMB can discuss.

So far, it's all innuendos and inside jokes about ethnicity and racial differences. But there are always veiled remarks on the show of how he really feels, but is afraid to say.

Most of the time it's joking around, but lately I sense something else, as if he feels some angst towards some "white folks" that may or may not be at the station anymore that have wronged him.

I can tell that it sometimes makes Spiegs a little uncomfortable and it becomes a bit awkward. But I guess it does sort of keep me tuned in.

He tells "his guys" not to sing the "I'm about to whip somebody's ass" song at work, but him and LoHo can play it with no problem at all. Sort of get the feeling that they think that they can do just about anything they want to now if the ratings are ok, just like North did.

All this being said, I think that Jason is a good dude and an increasingly entertaining host. I don't know why he feels like going down this road.

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-"God is great. Beer is good. And People are crazy!"

Hes a white suppressionist this is why trump is winning.

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the world will always the world. your entire existence is defined by your response.

Jason likes to prod and poke people about race. That's what I gather.

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-"God is great. Beer is good. And People are crazy!"

Bingo. And, ironically, Bernstein has lead that charge despite the fact that he truly hates black people. He's placating. And his soldiers are following his lead. Dan Bernstein has become a racist Malcolm X to Goff and Larry. As weird as that statement might sound, it's true.

This is the SCORE. It's a weird place with weird, disturbed and dumb people.

I doubt that Bernsy really feels that way. The CSFMB is a weird place with weird, disturbed and dumb people, I know first hand.

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-"God is great. Beer is good. And People are crazy!"

Everybody but me.

Nope, you're the normal one in this Bizarro World

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-"God is great. Beer is good. And People are crazy!"

The one thing I've learned from listening to radio since my youth is that it is a petty, backbiting, brutal industry of insecure people. I think that Atlanta firing has transformed Goff more than he or anyone else realizes. Radio people don't have the ability to analyze a situation to determine what they did wrong in order to improve. They always blame it on the external. Goff feels he was wronged in Atlanta and the external is CBS local and national management who is primarily white.

Mitch white knighted for him, so he is one of the good ones.

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O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.

[Intro]
(I'm with this)

[Hook: (Pete Rock)]
Complexion (two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
Complexion (two-step)
It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done
Sneak (dissin’)
Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the mornin' sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
Sneak (dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if master's listenin', I got the world's attention
So I'mma say somethin' that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God then you was my confirmation
I came to where you reside
And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with...

[Hook]

[Interlude]
You like it, I love it (x8)
(Where the homegirl Rapsody at?
I need you to speak your mind real quick loved one!)

[Verse 3: Rapsody]
Let me talk my Stu Scott, ‘scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop loving thy
Color of your skin, color of your eyes
That’s the real blues, baby, like you met Jay’s baby
You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue, green and grey
All my solemn men up north, 12 years a slave
12 years of age, thinkin’ my shade too dark
I love myself, I no longer need Cupid
Enforcin’ my dark side like a young George Lucas
Light don’t mean you smart, bein’ dark don’t make you stupid
And frame of mind for them bustas, ain’t talkin’ “Woohah!”
Need a paradox for the pair of doc's they tutored
Like two Todd's, L-L, you lose two times
If you don’t see you beautiful in your complexion
It ain’t complex to put it in context
Find the air beneath the kite, that’s the context
Yeah, baby, I’m conscious, ain’t no contest
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed
Ain’t no stress, jigga boos wanna be
I ain’t talkin’ Jay, I ain’t talkin’ Bey
I’m talkin’ days we got school watchin’ movie screens
And spike your self esteem
The new James Bond gon’ be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
And it’s all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain’t a thing