Yesterday, a couple of my readers (yes, just a couple) asked me why I didn’t write a post about the book Hiding in Hip Hop written by a former MTV staffer name Terrence Dean.
Well, the reason why I haven’t mentioned it until today is because I’m not interested in a book full of blind items and sexual fantasies.
Most of you know I have no love for downlow fags men. IMO, they are the lowest living organisms on earth – even lower than a virus.
They lie better than a rug and they are the number one reason why black women have the highest incidence of HIV/AIDS infections (that, plus the fact that black women couldn’t spot a gay brother if he had I’M GAY tattooed on his forehead).
If Karrine Steffans could write a tell all book naming the biggest names in hip hop then surely this Terence Dean character could name one name. What’s he afraid of? You can’t be sued for telling the truth. I mean how hard is it to drop a name like Lil’ Zane, Joe Budden or Jay Z? I’m just asking.
For further evidence that this book is bogus, take a listen to this audio from his recent guest appearance on the Wendy Williams show.
Pay close attention to around the 5:13 mark. Charlamagne asks Dean who “Flynn” is in the book. Dean responds, “Flynn, Flynn, Flynn… remind me.”
WTF? He can’t remember one of his own characters in his own book and he has to ask Charlamagne to remind him?!? If Charlamagne could remember the name of a character I would expect the book’s own author to remember.
Wendy must have been paid off to promote that book because normally she would have ate that ass up for a misstep like that.
The fact that Dean refuses to name names means I won’t be wasting my money on his book of Blind lies. I don’t have the time for guessing games. Besides, Myra Panache writes better Blind Items for free.
