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“Let us begin by committing ourselves to the truth to see it like it is, and tell it like it is.” —Richard Nixon
 
“I believe America is the solution to the world’s problems.” —Rush Limbaugh
 
“SHUT THE F#CK UP.” —D. L. Hughley

The American dream is in dire need...
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Overview

“Let us begin by committing ourselves to the truth to see it like it is, and tell it like it is.” —Richard Nixon
 
“I believe America is the solution to the world’s problems.” —Rush Limbaugh
 
“SHUT THE F#CK UP.” —D. L. Hughley

The American dream is in dire need of a wake-up call. A f*cked up society is like an addict: if you are in denial, then things are going to keep getting worse until you hit bottom. According to D. L. Hughley, that's the direction in which America is headed.

In I Want You to Shut the F*ck Up, D.L. explains how we've become a nation of fat sissies playing Chicken Little, but in reverse: The sky is falling, but we're supposed to act like everything's fine. D.L. just points out the sobering facts: there is no standard of living by which we are the best. In terms of life expectancy, we're 36th--tied with Cuba; in terms of literacy, we're 20th--behind Kazakhstan. We sit here laughing at Borat, but the Kazakhs are sitting in their country reading.

Things are bad now and they're only going to get worse. Unless, of course, you sit down, shut the f*ck up, and listen to what D. L. Hughley has to say. I Want You to Shut the F*ck Up is a slap to the political senses, a much needed ass-kicking of the American sense of entitlement.  In these pages, D. L. Hughley calls it like he sees it, offering his hilarious yet insightful thoughts on:

- Our supposedly post-racial society
- The similarities between America the superpower and the drunk idiot at the bar
- Why Bill Clinton is more a product of a black upbringing than Barack Obama
- That apologizing is not the answer to controversy, especially when you meant what you said 
- Why civil rights leaders are largely to blame for black people not being represented on television
- Why getting your ghetto pass revoked should be seen as a good thing, not something to be ashamed of 
- And how hard it is to be married to a black woman

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
“The American dream is in dire need of a wake-up call,” says actor-comedian-producer Hughley. He has starred in shows on ABC (The Hughleys), CNN (D.L. Hughley Breaks the News) and HBO (Unapologetic) in addition to radio (The D.L. Hughley Morning Show), and now he finds a solid footing on yet another plateau as he makes an easy transition to the printed page, covering a wide range of topics, from meeting Mitt Romney (“He reminded me of a very high-end used-car salesman”) to police brutality (“The one good thing to come out of the Rodney King fiasco is that much of what the LAPD formerly did in secrecy was now made public”). Throughout, his personal asides become a springboard to a penetrating commentary on contemporary life, as he nails down some truths on racism, education (“Half of U.S. students who begin college never finish”), the decline of customer service, literacy levels (“We’re 20th—behind Poland and Kazakhstan”), black women, slurs and stereotypes, and the moral decline of black leaders (“Ali, King and Malcolm X were men who never looked for causes. The causes found them”). In the closing chapter, he concludes, “Comedy might not be able to change minds—but it can certainly expose truths and knock down fallacies.” Ditto for this book, which provides that much-needed wakeup call. (Aug.)
From the Publisher
I Want You to Shut the F#ck Up is the best book since The Hunger Games. First he was a King of Comedy; now he's the king of comedy authors. You should buy this book or get out the country because D. L. stands for ‘don't lie,’ and he doesn't in his amazing new book.” --Chris Rock, CEO & President of NOTHING! 

“I always knew it wouldn’t take a politician, a preacher, or even a scholar to solve the problems of this country. I knew it would take someone who used comedy, common sense, and a lot of cussing. D.L. has risen from a King of Comedy to a higher calling: D.L. for President 2016?   Both he and this hilarious book on how to get past the B.S. get my vote!” —Tom Joyner

“[Hughley] has starred in shows on ABC (The Hughleys), CNN (D.L. Hughley Breaks the News) and HBO (Unapologetic) in addition to radio (The D.L. Hughley Morning Show), and now he finds a solid footing on yet another plateau as he makes an easy transition to the printed page….In the closing chapter, he concludes, “Comedy might not be able to change minds—but it can certainly expose truths and knock down fallacies.” Ditto for this book, which provides that much-needed wakeup call.” –Publishers Weekly

“Hughley’s a hard-line pragmatist whose brash opinions almost always transcend polarized black/white and liberal/conservative comfort zones. [I Want You to Shut the F#ck Up] is a solid combination of a street-tough attitude and a keen grasp of social and political hot-button issues.” --Kirkus

Kirkus Reviews
Comedian and TV veteran Hughley drops an in-your-face mega-rant on the downward spiral of American culture. The author's debut is both serious and funny, without being seriously funny. But while the book may be short on belly laughs, Hughley has a strikingly original take on just about everything. Whether discussing fatherhood, the Democrats in Congress and their kid-gloved relationship with Obama, black stereotypes, growing up in South-Central Los Angeles or the negative influence of the NAACP, the author's views are rarely predictable. Hughley's own Horatio Alger success story is compelling enough: rising from the violent streets of LA to successful sales rep at the Los Angeles Times, all while holding together a family and making a name for himself as a standup comedian. Unlike many contemporary entertainers, Hughley prides himself on being unafraid of controversy. He recounts how his championing of free speech over political correctness led him to support Don Imus' racial slur toward the Rutgers women's basketball team--or at least his right to make those slurs. The author looks at the undeniable truths in racial stereotyping and the importance of acknowledging these truths. In fact, he uses this topic as a jumping-off point to lambast the NAACP for helping ruin mainstream black TV. Although he almost always finds a nuanced angle in presenting his outspoken opinions, it's sometimes difficult to know where comedic provocation ends and deadly earnestness begins. Yet his views on marriage, women and kids seem strangely unhinged and harsh compared to the cool approach that makes the book so appealing throughout--e.g., "If they [women] want to make a man like them, then they should try shutting the fuck up once in a while." But to his credit, Hughley's a hard-line pragmatist whose brash opinions almost always transcend polarized black/white and liberal/conservative comfort zones. A solid combination of a street-tough attitude and a keen grasp of social and political hot-button issues.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307986238
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/31/2012
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 991,141
  • Product dimensions: 6.46 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.02 (d)

Meet the Author

D.L. HUGHLEY is one of the most popular and highly recognized standup comedians on the road today. D.L. serves as a weekly contributor to The Tom Joyner Morning Show. D.L. hosted his own late night talk show on CNN, D.L. Hughley Breaks the News. Recently, D.L. starred in his own one-hour special (his fourth for HBO) entitled Unapologetic. As the star and producer of his namesake television show that ran on ABC and UPN, The Hughleys, D.L. is also well known as one of the standout comedians on the hit comedy docu-film The Original Kings of Comedy. He is a regular on the late-night talk show circuit, including appearances on Real Time with Bill Maher, The Tonight Show with Jay Leno and Conan. He has even guest-hosted on such shows as The View and Live with Regis & Kelly.
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chapter 1

Let us begin by committing ourselves to the truth to see it like it is, and tell it like it is.

—­Richard Nixon

If only Uncle Sam could see us now.

He’d roll up his sleeves, ball his hands into fists, and knock some sense into this nation of ours. But he’s not around, so someone else has to take the mantle. Some other proud American has to tell this country what it needs to hear. Everyone else is telling it what it wants to ­hear—­and ­that’s not the path to progress.

When I was growing up, there used to be simple rules that we’ve now forgotten. The rules served us well, and they were easy to understand and follow. You do this, and you get that. You don’t do this, and you don’t get that. It was just a matter of quid pro quo.

My mother constantly used to tell us, “Don’t nobody owe you shit. You think the world revolve around you? It don’t,” or, “If you don’t work, you don’t eat.” ­When’s the last time an American missed a meal? When did he doubt that he was the center of the universe? If I came home and told my mother that I was hungry, she’d inevitably ask me what I did that day.

“Nothing,” I’d admit.

“Well strangely, ­that’s ­what’s for dinner!” To hell with pork; nothing was the other white meat for me.

Back then, it was experience that was the best teacher. Parents used to say, “I can show you better than I can tell you.” When we were growing up and went by the stairs, all you would hear is Bump, bump, boom! And your mother would go, ­“Uh-­huh. A hard head makes a soft ass.” Meaning: Being a stubborn troublemaker leads to many a spanking—­paternal or gravitational. But these days, parents spend a lot of time babyproofing their homes. They put foam on corners, a gate by the stairs, and plastic over the outlets. The kids don’t learn what it means to fall down and hurt themselves.

Every black adult I know has a scar from doing some shit they weren’t supposed to be doing or from fucking with something they weren’t supposed to be fucking with. I was jumping up and down on the bed when I was about five years old. Sure enough, I fell and split my eyebrow open. My mother came into the room and saw me wounded. All she said was, “You know now, don’t you?”

“Mama, I’m bleeding!”

“Blood lets you know when you fucked up.” There was no wringing of hands, no “Oh, my poor baby!” No, my mother was mad. “Now I gotta take your silly ass to the hospital. If you had just listened to me and settled the fuck down, I could have been making us dinner!” I was hurt, but I learned. Our communities are hurting, but they sure as fuck ain’t learning. From an early age, we’re not even being taught how to learn.

I only stumbled upon how to learn when I was in fifth grade. ­That’s when I had a hippie teacher named Mr. Boston. He had long hair, a beard, and drove a Volkswagen. Mr. Boston loved listening to fucking hippie music, and he told us all about it. He loved karate, which he taught to us kids. I don’t know how effective karate was supposed to be in a neighborhood where everyone is coming heavy, but it sure gave him peace of mind. Whether it was the martial arts or the shitty songs, he ­wasn’t scared of our neighborhood.

Mr. Boston was one of those teachers that always went the extra mile. Unfortunately, that was often actually the case. He would drive out of his way to kids’ parents’ houses and tell on all the shit that was going down at Avalon Gardens Elementary. Every time I’d get in trouble, he’d be over. My father would have his van parked, and then Mr. Boston would park his little Volkswagen as far up as he could get it on the driveway. Whenever I saw the edge of that Volkswagen sticking out of the driveway, I knew shit was going to get fucked with. He would tell on me all the time.

One day I ­couldn’t follow what Mr. Boston was talking about during the lesson. I raised my hand to ask him what he meant. As soon as my arm was up in the air, I remembered how my mother yelled at me when she grew sick of my pestering her. “Oh, I’m not supposed to ask you why,” I said, under my breath. The comment was meant more for myself than anybody else, but Mr. Boston heard me.

“Always ask why,” he told me and the entire class. “You can always ask why. Any time you don’t know something, you’re supposed to ask why. Always question what somebody tells you.”

It was the most empowering thing I had ever heard in my life up until that point. My mother may have given me life, but Mr. Boston gave me ­thought—­or rather, he gave me permission to think. He taught me the basis of learning, and it sure as fuck ain’t opening your mouth before you know the facts. From that day and even until now, it was like a switch was flicked in my mind. I knew that I had something. I ­didn’t know what and I ­couldn’t tell what would happen as a consequence, but I knew that something had gotten unlocked.

So when I hear someone spouting nonsense, I don’t just ­disagree—­I ask why they’re doing that. When I witness Americans choosing self-­destruction, I ask why. Why is this country on the wrong track? Why are we repeating the same mistakes over and over? Why are we so oblivious? It was my MO my entire life. That in itself was enough—­until I became a father myself.

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I was working sales at the Los Angeles Times in 1986 when my wife, LaDonna, got pregnant. My $4.75 an hour ­wasn’t going to cut it, so I needed a raise. Getting a promotion to sales manager required a college degree. Having just gotten my GED, a college degree was not an option. I did the next best thing: I hustled. A dude I knew had connections in the ­dean’s office at Long Beach State. I paid him $200, and he got me a sterling letter on official letterhead claiming that I was just a few credits away from getting my diploma.

My supervisor, a cat by the name of Ron Wolf, knew that I was full of shit and that the letter was a lie. But he took a chance on me and made me an assistant sales manager anyway, earning $30,000 a year. That was as much as a cop. I excelled so much at my gig that nine months later, they made me a full-­fledged manager. A year and a half after that, they put me down in Ventura as the sales manager. I was in charge of the telephone managers, the assistant managers, and the detail clerks. In total I had eight managers and a sales staff of three hundred overseeing Ventura, Santa Barbara, Lompoc, and Santa Maria. In other words: white, ivory, vanilla, and snow white.

My region was known as the “goal post,” since it had never made goal when it came to sales. I was the youngest sales manager in the history of the Times, and the first one to be black. I guess they thought I could do something different. But apparently some of the staff ­didn’t want to do something different. When I walked into my office on my very first day, there was one of those black mannequin heads for displaying wigs. In case I ­didn’t get the message, the note attached said, go home nigger. I ­wasn’t shocked. Hell, I’d been called a nigger all my life. What shocks me is when people think we’re a post-­racial society. Obama’s election was fueled by his race. The opposition to him is fueled by race—­and the deference to him by his own people is also fueled by race.

I stepped out of my office and called out to the entire sales floor. “I don’t know who you all think you’re scaring,” I said, “but I’m not leaving. I’m not scared. I’m going to step out. When I come back, I want this wig head off my desk.”

I did just like I said, and when I came back, the wig head was off my desk. The Times sent its security force down from L.A. to investigate. “I got it,” I told them. “I’m fine.” And I was fine. I had a kid to take care of, and a new house. I just had to hustle that much harder. Three months after I started, the area made goal for the first time. For the next year straight, we kept making goal. As a reward, the paper sent me on free trips—­with all these old white Times dudes who hated me. It was a gas.

I was psyched that I could come through after Ron took a chance on promoting me. But he never got excited. “Don’t get drunk on the numbers,” he told me. “Don’t ever believe it. You’re never as good as you think you are, or as bad as people say you are.” Ron always had these little sayings. It was like Yoda and Confucius had a kid who happened to be a middle-­aged white dude.

This is around the time when I started doing ­stand-­up. I would do my job in Ventura, then drive to host comedy shows in the suit and tie I wore for work—­and I never stopped wearing them to this day. The thing is, these comedy clubs were not in white Ventura or in ivory Lompoc. I had to drive about three hours each way to get there. Obviously it was going to catch up to me at some point—­which is why I passed out onstage one night, between Jamie Foxx and a bunch of other young comedians.

Immediately they took me to the doctor. “You ­didn’t pass out,” the doctor told me. “You fell asleep. You’re not getting any REM sleep, and you’re exhausted. You need to take some time off of work to rest.”

I was a manager so I still got my salary—­and still did my shows. I came back to the doctor after a while, still out of it. “You still ­haven’t gotten your sleep,” he told me. “I’m going to take you off another couple of weeks.”

I got put on long-­term disability at work, which meant that I’d be able to collect my salary for six months as long as I checked in with the doctor. That gave me time to focus on my ­stand‑up career. Even though I was still getting a check from the Times, LaDonna and I now had a new kid to feed. Buying a house had taken all of our money. The only place that was regularly hiring black comics at the time was not-­so-­white Atlanta.

One day, Ron called my wife to check up on me when I was across the country performing. LaDonna is the worst fucking liar ever. She tried to make excuses, but Ron saw right through it. Hell, he saw through my college-­letter bullshit, so LaDonna ­didn’t ­really stand a chance. “Darryl’s not there, is he?”

“No!” LaDonna blurted ­out—­and hung up the phone.

When I came back to work to report what was happening with my disability, Ron took me aside. He knew that I had been doing ­stand-­up, and that I was just trying to do what I could to launch my career while taking care of my family at the same time. He knew all this, and he understood. “I’m going to keep your benefits alive for a year,” he told me, “and I’m going to keep your salary alive for a year.” He did all that and more. My bonus should have $20,000, but Ron upped it to $30,000 for making goal. If there were any issues at work, Ron ran interference for me while I was gone pursuing my dreams. That window of time was what I needed to make it as a successful ­stand‑up comedian, and the rest was history—­or so I thought.

In 2005, I was playing a gig in Canyon Country. Ron came with his new wife. I ­hadn’t seen him in years, so it was ­really cool to catch up after all that time had passed. When he went to get us a round of drinks, his wife could not help but gush. “He is so proud of you,” she told me.

I admit it, that made me smile. “Man, that is so nice.”

“You know, he lost his job because he gave you that bonus.”

I could not believe what she was telling me. “What? He did?”

“Yeah. He got fired because he gave you that discretionary bonus and because he kept your benefits alive for that long. Then he got divorced. He totally hit rock bottom. It was a while before he got back on his feet.”

I was in shock. When Ron came back to the table with our drinks, I had to find out what happened. “Ron, my man, did you lose your gig because of me?”

“Forget all that. Let’s talk about something else.” And that was that.

From then on, Ron and I stayed in touch and would talk on the phone from time to time. Eventually, though, I had to find out the truth. “Man,” I said, “I gotta ask you why you did that.”

“Why I did what?”

“Why did you jeopardize your career, your marriage, your everything for me?”

“Well, first off,” he said, “if I had known that was going to happen, I ­wouldn’t have done it. But I just knew you had something. I knew you did.”

“Man, I can’t thank you enough. I was grateful then and I am grateful now.”

Then Ron, the ­middle-­aged white dude who happened to be the son of Yoda and Confucius, dropped another one of his sayings. “Every time you’re onstage,” he told me, “you have the obligation to tell the truth. Be truthful, be straightforward. Never be afraid for people not to like you.”

Even though Ron had gotten hired back at the Times and had found a new wife, for a while the dude had lost it all because he believed in me. ­That’s why I take what I do so seriously and say what I mean and mean what I say. ­That’s why it’s not enough for me to ask why. It may sound funny, but to me this shit ain’t no joke. When I’m onstage, when I’m on the radio, when I’m doing an interview, I have to call it like I see it.

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  • Posted August 5, 2012

    Direct, Witty, and Insightful!!!

    I've always been a fan of D.L. Hughley and his keep-it-real comedy and commentaries. I must say that this book is most definitely aligned with D.L.'s approach to life, comedy, and politics. As I was reading this book, I could hear D.L. as if he were narrating in my head (a la his James L. Jones remark in his book). No topic is off limits for D.L. and he offers his opinions in crisp, witty, and sharp rhetoric. He talks about everything from the economy to the downfall of education in our country. He talks about politics and its impact on the black community and he does it in a way that appeals to both the scholar and the hustler. He also offers insights into his own personal life and his opinions regarding fatherhood, bullying,relationships,and even dealing with his son's autism. Just like in his stand-up performances, D.L. is able to give us a dose of reality blended well with a good belly laugh and plenty of LOLs. There are also many quotable quotes that I have highlighted and already shared with many of my friends. This book made me laugh but it also made me think. I have always felt that comedians offer the best perspectives on life, politics, and social issues and this book doesn't disappoint. Job well done, D.L.!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 11, 2012

    highly recommended for the open minded individual

    I read this book with a very wide perspective and was delighted to see and understand Mr. Hughley's perspective on the status of our country.

    His opinions and observations are both honest,relevent, and piognant.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2012

    Great book

    I could not put this book down, I thought D.L. Hughley gave a wonderful insight about different aspects of his life as well as life for African-Americans, in the sense of humor that only he can deliver. Wonderful read !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 24, 2012

    This is a remarkable read by DL Hughley. he discusses American

    This is a remarkable read by DL Hughley. he discusses American politics, race relations, the judicial system, marriage and family, growing up in the ghetto, and success. Mr. Hughley's escape from the elements of his childhood environment makes one ponder the role of fate/destiny in our individual lives. You will surely walk away with an appreciation for Mr. Hughley's candid disclosure of life through his eyes. He makes you laugh and most of all, he makes you think.

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  • Posted August 24, 2012

    DL tells it like he sees it.

    This is a well written, liberal look on the state of things. It's his opinion but his opinion is witty and makes you think. I didn't always agree with some of the racial references but, then a gain, I'm not a black man living in America. Recommended reading.

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    Posted December 8, 2012

    WHAT THE BLEEP? YOU KNOW CHILDREN HAVE NOOKS TOO!

    You know this is SO innappropreate!

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