Okay, so as you all know by now,
former NY governor Eliot Spitzer resigned after he was discovered to be part of a prostitution ring known as the Emperor’s Club VIP. A high-priced international call-girl ring that serviced wealthy men in major cities around the globe, The Emperor’s Club’s clients paid upwards of $3,000
per hour for a moment of magic with some classy broads. They say on their website (which has been taken down):
We specialize in introductions of: fashion models, pageant winners, and exquisite students, graduates and women of successful careers (finance, art, media, etc…) to gentlemen of exceptional standards.Women are rated on a diamond scale (cause, really, who doesn’t love bling?) of three to seven, with their rating directly proportional to a price of an evening or hour with them. A three-diamond ho costs $10,000 per day; a four-diamond ho costs $12,000; a five-diamond trick costs $15,000; a six-diamond tramp costs $21,000; and a seven-diamond lady of the night will set you back $31,000.
Um, let’s take a look at the chick Spitzer was caught with:
How many diamonds do you think this homegirl’s worth?Here’s a screen capture of some of the ladies of the Emperor’s Club:
Notice that none of them are darker than a paper bag—at least, not without the help of a tanning bed.
Clearly, this is where Sojo comes in.
I’ve been inspired by the work of fellow
blacktivist
Scribe, who recently ended her
Adopt-A-Darkie Campaign. Capitalizing on White celebrities’ preference for brown babies, she put herself up for adoption, even offering to wear a diaper and call Gwyneth Paltrow “mammy” if she helped eradicate her student loans.
This, to me, is genius. Some may call it “Selling Out” or acting as a “brazen race traitor,” but I call it acting on the freakonomics of the day and letting a rich white person work for
you.So here I sit, in all my mocha brownness.
Emperor’s Club, I offer my services to you.
Looking at the screen capture above, it’s clear they are missing some key flavors of dark chocolate. The only black girl they feature—a “Caribbean Beauty”—is lighter than Halle Berry, and certainly won’t cure any of these wealthy men’s chocolate addictions.
(You won't piss of the Spitzers at Seder dinner with that light skin!)
And we all know they have them. In fact, there is nothing a powerful white male wants more than for a black woman to say he has a big penis and let him….colonize her dark CUNTtry, if you will.
How do I know?
You don’t want to know.
I think I’d be an excellent addition to the Emperor’s Club—especially if I’m getting a substantial cut of that $31,000 per day (oh yes, I’m a seven-diamond sister). This is also payable in euros and pounds, which means I’ll be doing some international travel—to lands where all the men are down with the brown.
Reasons I’d Be a Good Emperor’s Club Trick
1.
I’m young and fertile, but I won’t get knocked up.
2.
I’m discreet (um, you will not find Sojo on myspace, with her crotch out and about, bent over a Vespa)
3.
I’m really dark-skinned. I mean, I Am. Black. You won’t have any doubt that you’re doing something taboo when I’m in your boudoir!!
4.
I, too, was an “exquisite student” (HIGH HONORS from a prestigious New England private university, what what?!)—the epitome of high-class ladies that the Emperor’s Club takes in.
5.
I don’t talk White, I talk right. I can be your arm candy at all your events, and I’ll be even more well-spoken and dazzling than your wife.
6.
For the right tip, we can even play “Thomas Jefferson and the Slave Girl”….. let the hate mail begin….
Basically, what I’m trying to say is: if Spitzer had gotten down with a sister, he might still be governor today.
