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“A ha! Ahaha! *wipes tears* I’m sorry, sugah, I coulda sworn you said the one behind me was going to read. Could you imagine?”

When we last left Paula Deen, she was being sued after her brother and Uncle Bubba’s Oyster House co-owner allegedly sexually harassed kitchen manager Lisa Jackson whenever he wasn’t busy letting Paula plan him a wedding full of tap dancing niggers. Yup:

According to the court documents, Jackson states that she was appointed by Deen to handle the catering and staff for Bubba’s wedding in 2007, and she asked Deen what the servers should wear: “Well what I would really like is a bunch of little niggers to wear long-sleeve white shirts, black shorts and black bow ties, you know in the Shirley Temple days, they used to tap dance around,” Jackson alleges Deen told her. “Now, that would be a true Southern wedding wouldn’t it? But we can’t do that because the media would be on me about that.”

And while that sounds like something most normal people would recognize they should never, ever admit to saying. Most normal people aren’t an old, rich, white southern woman like Paula Deen whose resistance to change hardens after every year and sugar pone pie stuffed with sugar ham. To her, those words were as genteel and cordially as a game of gin rummy over mint juleps as the Negroes work themselves in the field before being chained to the hogs. My those were such splendid times. Splendid times Paula Deen doesn’t mind recalling in the middle of a legal deposition where I’ll assume her lawyer was too busy fighting off blindness to tackle her after eating a donut from her purse. “I call it a Fudgeton Creme.” Radar reports: More »

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