A feature of New World Order theorists from VBS.tv, the same people who did that feature on Andressa Soares.

That's a white chick too, right? Michelle is probably rolling her neck as we speak.

I'd just like to point out that I may have been the first person to call the fact that Paris Jackson's speech at the Jacko memorial was scripted. I called that shit as it was happening, on Twitter.

It just seemed obvious to me. You know whoever gets those kids is gonna get the Beatles' publishing. And it's only a matter of time before some cracka-ass cracka comes out of the woodwork claiming those are his kids.

I've heard Jacko wanted the kids to go live with either his mother Diana Ross. But the real father is probably gonna say Jacko was batshit and hence incapable of deciding what's best for the kids. It's at this moment when Papa Joe is gonna pull out the tape of Paris calling Jacko the best dad evar. Mark my words.

Of course, I've received nothing but grief for pointing this out. Mofos on my Facebook were throwing a bitchfit. Some douche with like 40 followeres was trying to get people to unfollow me on Twitter. Even my mom, who reads all of this shit and usually could give a rat's ass, called me up and was like, "You're wrong for what you said about Paris Jackson."

But was I? E! has a scoop from someone who saw Papa Joe and 'em backstage telling Paris she had to go out and say Jacko was the best dad evar, even though she didn't want to.

And I quote:

No doubt Paris Jackson loves and misses her King of Pop papa, but did she really want to tell the world how she felt at Tuesday's memorial service?

A source tells me that the 11-year-old Paris was seen—and heard—backstage at the Staples Center telling family members that she did not want to make such a public statement.

"She was crying and screaming that she didn't want to do it," says a source. "But the family was telling her she had to."

What did I tell you?

And this is just capping off a week in which I was also right about Perez Hilton being a racist, and I may or may not have discovered one of the hoo-ers from the Drake video. It just goes to show, I'm usually right about these things.

I'd say my mom and the rest of you fruits owe me an apology.

Paris Jackson: Impromptu or Planned? [E! Online]

Chris Faraone, the hip-hop journalist who once ethered the Mail Room at MTV, the guys who come up with those asinine hip-hop lists, claps back at young Republican rap group the Young Cons.

Notice the Christopher Hitchens book, the Bud Light, and the East Coast Avengers sticker. Just like at my house.

After the jump is the Young Cons on Real Time with Bill Maher.

I know black dudes like their (our?) women a bit thick, which is to say chubby, but what about women who are incredibly strong? To look at some pictures of Brooke Hogan, you have to wonder if her father, Ho Kogan, was really on steroids, as Jesse Ventura alleges. Maybe he was just naturally strong.

Honestly, I'm less concerned with how Brooke Hogan looks than what she might be capable of doing. You guys know I like my women nice and skinny, but when you live in the Midwest, you learn to make an exception. But what if we were in a situation in which she needed to be subdued? I'm roughly the size of an NFL linebacker, but I'm not gonna lie. I'm not that strong.

After the jump is a picture I found just now that shows, better than most other pictures I've seen on her (not that I've been looking), just what you'd be up against. (via)

Fun Fact: Marion Barry and a young Bol were neighbors back in the mid '90s, after he got caught smoking crack. (via)

Speaking of the Israel lobby, here's Cynthia McKinney, just back from her humanitarian aid trip to Gaza. She's got that certain sheen a nigga gets when he's fresh out the joint. She's about to be the next Gucci Mane. The fact that they're both from Georgia is hardly a coincidence.

From an interview by Robbie from Unkut, as part of his new series on non-rapper dudes.

Robbie: How’s everything going with your buddy Byron Crawford?

Rosenberg: See, you’re on point, ‘cos this is the one place where I would actually feel comfortable mentioning that fuckin’ losers’ name is on your site, because I know it’s a specific audience that already knows who that dude is, because the last thing I wanna do is give that fuckin’ dude shine. The one thing everyone that everyone has in common that he’s talked shit about is that no one knows who he is when he does it. Everyone’s like, ‘Who is fuckin’ Byron Crawford?’ Including me! I didn’t know who he was. Asher Roth hit me one day, ‘Who’s Byron Crawford? He said some really crazy shit about me’. I’m like, ‘Homey, that’s what he does. Just don’t say a word about the dude because the only reason he says it is so you’ll respond’, and that fuckin’ makes him think his dick is bigger is if someone like Asher Roth would respond. I sonned the dude because I never gave him the response that he wanted. But honestly, people like Byron Crawford, the saddest thing about it is they think that they’re contributing to the game. I don’t understand how just sending negative vibes to rappers, DJ’s, video chicks – throwing hate at everyone who’s more involved in hip-hop than you are - is credible or relevant. When you spend your days working at a Wal-Mart in St. Louis and going home to your computer, never setting foot in the hip-hop world…That’s the lamest thing about Byron Crawford, the thing that makes him such a sad soul, is that he’s not a part of it. He doesn’t ever interview anyone, he doesn’t set-foot in New York City. When I make my jokes or I go on and critique artists, the next time I go out to an event I know there’s a chance that I’m gonna run into them and be confronted on whatever I said. That’s a risk I run.

Robbie: So it’s a case of accountability?

Rosenberg: Yeah, exactly. I have to be mindful of what I say. Being fuckin’ on a big-time outlet like Hot 97 – just about as big of a hip-hop outlet as you can be – there’s responsibility that goes with that. But when you’re a nobody that sits around by a computer…

Robbie: So what was his issue with you exactly?

Rosenberg: His issue with me was I think just pretty much straight anti-semitism. I’m not one of those Jewish people who sit around complaining about what little of prejudice I have to deal with, but I’m not gonna lie – the amount of anti-Jewish shit I read from day-to-day is significant, on the internet. I never encounter any of it in real life, but on the internet? You run into your fair share of it. I don’t think with Byron Crawford…he seems like a kinda smart dude, so I doubt he’s really even anti-Jewish – which is kinda the sadder part about it – I think he just likes putting out negative energy and get people to talk, but the shit he wrote about me and my father was just literally completely fabricated. The only reason I sound slightly bent out of shape about it – even though I don’t even think about it anymore, I was annoyed about it the first couple of days – was that he wrote shit about my father. Imagine reading shit about your family does that is the exact of what they stand for and do? So that was fuckin’ annoying. I didn’t want to respond and give him any shine, so you just have to sit there and eat the fact that people are gonna read bullshit about you and your family, so that kinda sucks. Granted, it’s only gonna be 200 people who read about it, but it’s still annoying.

Checkit: Non-Rapper Dude Series: Peter Rosenberg [Unkut]

I don't follow basketball as closely as I would if there weren't but so many hours in the day, and so many better things you could be doing, but I'm pretty sure Ron Artest is the guy who cold cocked a guy in the stands for throwing water on him. And then people got all butthurt that he had the sheer balls to attack a fan, when the guy should have known good and well that Ron Artest probably can't swim, and hence isn't gonna react well to having water thrown on him. He's sensitive like that.

Speaking of which, you're gonna want to check out this heartfelt tribute he did for the king of pop, about how no other R&B singer ever made him cry, how he wanted to touch his hand, and in which he says the dreaded n-word over and over, as if he was Perez Hilton in the wake of a mugging incident. It's the most hilarious rap song I've heard in a while, and most rap songs these days are pretty laughable.

Checkit: Ron Artest "Michael Michael" [zSHARE via ThisIsFiddy]

YouTube version after the jump.

If this was Alan Dershowitz speaking at a Neil Diamond tribute, I doubt he'd say anything like this.