Well, D.L. Hughley can relax for the moment, it seems Donald Trump made it through the GOP debate Thursday night without saying “the N-word” (not out loud in front of cameras so far, anyway), so perhaps he may not become president after all.
Hughley said on The View, Tuesday, that including Donald Trump in the presidential debates is “like Flavor Flav winning a spelling bee” and likened Fox News hosting the event to a reality show production.
The more racism that Donald Sterling – I mean, Donald, the Trump, spews, the higher his numbers. If he says the N-word, he’s gonna to be president tomorrow.
Taking him seriously in a debate is like Flavor Flav winning a spelling bee. When he said out of his mouth, he said, ‘Mexico doesn’t send its best…’ Nobody in America sent their best. Not the Italians, not the Jews, not the Russians. Nobody sent their best. Everybody sent people who wanted to get away.
And he took it further, saying in all seriousness, but with a sad and bitter overtone of humor from the farce of it all, like some kind of hellish Franz Kafka/Joseph Heller lovechild:
The whole thing — Emma Lazarus: ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these.’ If we don’t mean it, we should scratch it off. Or at least put, ‘P.S. Except for Mexicans.’ We should do that, because… If we don’t mean it, we should do that.
Agreed, Mr. Hughley.
There’s still a long time left in this 2016 presidential election – plenty of time for Donald Trump to spill “the N-word” under the limelight and steal the presidency on a wave of hate, racism and bigotry, though he may want to watch out if that’s what it takes to become president.
D.L. Hughley may want to keep an eye out for this stiff Trump competition, as well, should he decide use his prejudice and influence to his advantage and enter the race someday. You just never know… If Ronald Reagan can become president, perhaps we just may be looking down the barrel of two beefy guns from our very own President Hulk Hogan someday.
What’cha gonna do, brother, when Hulkamania runs wild on you?