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Undoubtedly, when BUNA clambers into the company Yugo and heads for the local cinema in the ‘hood, we expect, nay, we demand to have a fully interactive audience. Call-and-response is not lost on us. Horror movie? Shouts of “run, bitch” better ring from the rafters like a rousing chorus of “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing” on Juneteenth.

But when we pay upwards of £30 for tickets to see, not one, not two, but THREE of Black America’s best and brightest trod the boards, directed by another of Black America’s luminaries in London’s typically lilywhite West End BLACK FOLKS NEED TO LEARN TO SHUT THE HELL UP.

Does my ticket say, “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof…Location: Teron and Teshawn’s Living Room?” No, it says “You are in a public space, so stop talking because you are not cute, unwrap your loud-ass candy at the intermission, and turn your phone off.” Nothing like a little T.I. ringtone interlude to break the mood.

It was some straight-up, country-ass Bumbleton Green behavior from black folks. Granted, black communities are rarely served well by the West End Productions, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have some inkling of how to act like we got some kinda hometraining.

And when you have James Earl Jones, Phylicia Rashad, and Sanaa Lathan directed by Debbie Allen, you want absolute, pin-drop silence. That’s what BUNA gets for being cheap and sitting in the nosebleed seats.

Relocation to the view obstructed seats might not have allowed us to catch every swish of Miss Lathan’s hips nor Mrs Rashad’s expressive demeanor, but Mr JEJ’s voice absolutely filled the space, so all was eventually good and we will return for another viewing…in the most expensive seats possible.

thank you, Quincy, for not talking bollocks

thank you, Quincy, for not talking bollocks

Seriously, y’all? Can we have a black folks confab? Why are black people suddenly claiming Michael Jackson?

BUNA wishes we had world-TiVO beause we would replay all the shit people talked about MJ not wanting to be black no mo’, all the salacious gossip BET spread, and note the deafening silence during his alleged pedo-trials. And then, we’d juxtapose that with the sudden outpouring and re-claiming of his Royal Badness as black. BUNA is sickened, chagrined, and otherwise nausated by the hypocrisy.

Usually the black celebs who act un-Christian-like and perpetuate foul misogyny and then thank god profusely at the BET Awards is disgusting enough, but to have all that coupled with posthumous blackness? BUNA’s going on a hunger strike and will not be partaking of KFC with Magic Johnson in MJ’s memory.

Luckily, law professor Patricia Williams never coons. Click here to read more.

missjayAs the 12th season as America’s Next Top Model draws to a close, BUNA’s resident stylista has to hand it to Miss J, as J. Alexander is know to ANTM fans and aspiring skinny bitches alike. First, he gets props for teaching them children to work it down the runway. Second, he gets points for being able to sit next to crazy Tyra and phase her out while doing his own thing. Third, he enacts a form of ironic coonery unknown on broadcast television today.

113777770_7a969623c9As one of the long-lasting judges (bye, bye black girl-hating Paulina!) he comes up with a new thoroughly inappropriate, attention-seeking gimmick to see off each contestant. One season he had an ever-expanding afro that grew each time a contestant was kicked off. This last season, Miss J sported a bowtie that grew and grew to such foolish proportions he had to “smile with his eyes” to outshine the ribbonery.

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Miss J’s sense of style, but also inflecting his cooneration with a sense of history wins him props from BUNA and permission to coon: granted! America's Next Top Model

magic-large1Why is Magic Johnson in cahoots with American corporations to make black folks’ money disappear? Signing on with both Jackson Hewitt and Rent-a-Center, Johnson legitmates these predatory lenders. And that is really what they are: Jackson Hewitt operates one of those skimmy-skammy Refund Anticipation Loan programs that advances people money based on what they estimate clients will get as a tax refund. Fourteen states have passed laws in an attempt to regulate these 77%+ loans that target low-income folks looking for fast cash.

And Johnson’s shill for Rent-a-Center is no better. Trading on his achievements to allege that folks can get what they want instantly, or as the RAC people put it, “the best things in life” is disingenuous. Excuse us, but if you’re paying $18,000 through the end of a RAC contract for $9,000 worth of goods, you are not getting the best in life. You are getting played and extorted.

BUNA’s Officer of Devil’s Advocacy keeps chirping up, “What about the people renting and using those refund loans? Are they innocent? Can’t they read terms and conditions? Blah blah blah, regressive politics blah…” True, no one needs a fuckin’ matching living room set at 77% interest. But, then, no one needs to be convinced by trusted spokespeople that the best way to prove one’s hardworking citizenship is by signing on with these moneylenders in the marketplace. WWJD, indeed.

Too, it’s hard to hate on people like sixteen-year-old students, at the start of their financial life and not fully fiscally literate, who end up facing a $5000 bill for a $340 laptop. BUNA thinks financial literacy should be a priority, even for people who don’t have a lot of money.

Thanks to service workers union SEIU Local 32BJ for the info and being on the case.

Any black choir that backs up a white singer must be paid handsomely to coon. Really, what’s that pay per person, per soul-sucking minute standing under those hot-ass studio lights in purple or winter white choir robes?


faith hill with her kumbayaa choir

Why are you adding gratuitous soul to someone who would lose in a contest with your weakest member? Does your choir director hate you that much to agree to pimp y’all out like that? Or were you really dumb enough to think singing backup on American Idol/X Factor/the Grammys would be “good exposure”?

e street band needs a choir???

e street band needs a choir???

Know what else is good exposure? Singing in the subway. At least you get top billing and some change for pork rinds on the train platform.

P.S. I’m also gonna include black singers with Messiah-complex’s who add-choir-and-stir. I know Kanye’s award-winning song is called “Jesus Walks,” but having a choir hoist you into the air while wearing Freddie Mercury wings? For reals?


One day I hope Kanye and Bono have a bitch-slap fight: “I’M the second coming!” “No, I’M the second coming.” You both degrade your talent. Shut up.