Uncle Joe, Cereal Liar

The ridiculous story about Corn Pop that Joe Biden told (the clip is in the story below) has come under scrutiny. Not by the media, but by ordinary citizens who use the internet to ask a few questions about his story, which seems as believable as Tony the Tiger.

What they found shows he’s a cereal liar.

First, Corn Pops were not called that in the 60s, according to Kellogg’s. They were called Sugar Pops. Then in 1984, they became Corn Pops.

Details, details.

A twitter user, MichaelHarriot, is a black guy who doubted Biden’s flaky story. He provides a hilarious review. Warning, he does use the N word. He says, “I’m always astounded by the imaginings of white people as it relates to race. Many of them have this fictionalized jigaboo version that is almost alien-like. And one of the greatest examples of this ever is Joe Biden’s story about Corn Pop the gangsta.

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Sep 14
Biden says that he became popular at the pool because many of the black people in Wilmington, DE had never talked to a white person before.

This raised by bullshit-o-meter, so I decided to look it up. In 1960, Wilmington was 73% white, according to census records

Anyway, during Biden’s Negro Summer Safari Adventure, one day, all of the town gangsters came to the pool.

Now I know what you’re thinking, but don’t stereotype. Gangbangers are NOT a monolith.

Why can’t a real street nigga enjoy a nice refreshing dip? Sometimes a thug wants to play Marco Polo, too.

Well, the gang that invaded Biden’s pool was called the Romans, which sounds gangsta AF. And the leader of the Romans was a dude named Corn Pop.

Now if you’re black, I know this shit sounds like some white kid tried to make a gang fairy tale for a sixth-grade play because you and I know there ain’t no squad led by a nigga named Corn Pop going around terrorizing Delaware pools.

But, I guess, in white people minds, thugs get two weeks vacation and go on retreats at city pools.

Anyway, Biden says he had no idea that Corn Pop was the duly elected leader of the hood niggas. So when Corn Pop began bouncing on the diving board, which was against the rules,

Biden told him:

“Esther Williams! Get off the board, man…”

Then Biden kicked Corn Pop out of the pool.
(I know you’re thinking “Who TF is Esther Williams?” She was a famous swimmer in the 50s. But I admit, I thought he was talking about the lady who played Florida Evans, too)

Anyway, after he kicked the probably fictitious Corn Pop out of the pool, everybody was like: “You know you done fucked up, right?”

They told Biden that Corn Pop carried a straight razor and was gonna be waiting for him when he got off work. Now you and I both know that, if this was true, Biden would’ve just called the cops to walk him to the car.

But this was in 1962, and before 911, you had to dial a whole seven numbers. Plus, Biden said that he knew that if he called the cops, he wouldn’t be allowed back into the African American community

Nigga, what?

Anyway, Biden says, instead he wrapped a six-foot metal chain around his arm and wrapped that in a towel. Because everyone knows there are ample black chains just laying around the “African America community” but no police officers.

When he went out to the car, Corn Pop was indeed waiting for him. But Biden went Clint Eastwood on Corn and told OG Pop from the Romans:

“You might cut me, Corn Pop, but I’m going to wrap this chain around your head before you do.”

Again, that is a direct quote.

And guess what happened?

Just like that, my nigga CP put down the straight razor and he and Biden became friends. From that day own, Biden was untouchable in the black community because Corn Pop vouched for him

Again, STOP LAUGHING!

Now I don’t know how it works where you live, but in my hood, you don’t actually get a laminated street credential card from the neighborhood thug council but, then again, I’ve never been on the mean streets of Wilmington.

But this story is actually recounted in Joe Biden’s 2007 autobiography AND is retold in the Washington Post.

But this is not about Biden.

This is a celebration of the life of a straight razor-carrying certified street thug who I’d bet my pinky toe never existed. But if you ask Biden, I bet he’d say Corn Pop has passed on.

RIP my nigga Corn Pop.
This is how it sounds when thugs die

Hopefully, how it sounds when political careers die.

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