That’s like the title of a 1950s western movie. But while the cowboy I'm talking about mightn’t ride the range, he pretty well rides just about anything else. I’m referring here of course to the ‘Reverend’ Jesse Jackson, who, when not impregnating his parishioners, is a proper Reverend Buttfuck on the side.
Tommy Bennett, who worked for the Reverend’s PUSH (oh dear) Coalition for more than two years has alleged that the Minister paid him to escort women to his room and to clean up after the Reverend had had sex with them. As part of the deal he had to ensure that the Reverend had ample supplies of Cialis and Viagra.
No surprise there. After all, the ‘Reverend’ Martin Luther King is Jesse’s hero. And we know what MLK was like.
But(t) probing a bit deeper (!) it seems that Jesse also ordered Bennett to administer cream to his inner thigh, while wearing only briefs and a V-neck T-shirt. He was, according to Bennett, in a state of 'sexual arousal' at the time. Jackson then demanded oral sex from him. Bennett refused whereupon Jackson called him a ‘little motherfucker’ (Ecclesiastes, 6.14).
I derived this information from the National Enquirer. And as enquiring minds know, the NE, while not exactly a quality broadsheet, has nonetheless an almost impeccable record of winning libel cases. Nobody really takes them on.
And another gratifying piece of information from the same edition (May 23). It seems Denis Rodman, who, like just about every other black ‘father’, has walked out on his wife and owes $500,000 in back support to his wife and two children. Said wife, blonde Michelle Moyer, is now in dire straights. And, cruel as it may seem, I say you brought it on yourself lady when you married this ape. What did you expect?
Were the size of his dick and wallet worth it?