Spinderella, cut it up one time. Select Catholic traditionalists have a very perverse view of sex — namely that any and all forms minus the missionary for baby making purposes is perverted. You know, as if that’s a bad thing anyway. Enter, Rick Santorum, who instead of dealing with his repression, has opted to make a career out of the adage “misery loves company.” Most that have ever heard him speak already knew that he was out of his rabbit ass mind, but now that he’s the frontrunner of the moment (yes, again) he’s stepping up the crazy.
So in my latest for Ebony.com, I write about Slick Rick’s comments about Pres. Obama purportedly peddling a “phony theology.”
Click here to read it.
I wish we could get a flash mob to entrap Rick Santorum into watching a dance off to “Let’s Talk About Sex.” Just to work his last nerve. This will have to do in the meantime. Read it and run a train on the link with your friends. The way Rick hates it.
P.S. The title of this post: Yes, that’s Michael Jackson homage and Santorum shade. Get into it.