Al Sharpton is ‘acting’ up again

Al Sharpton, the singularly most annoying human on earth with the possible exception of Kris Jenner, called “an emergency meeting” of his “diversity task force” — whatever the hell that is — to “discuss potential actions” that he threatened to pull off either before or during the Oscars.

In other terms, he wants to march on the Oscars.

Why is he looking to insert himself into the most-watched awards show in the world? You’re kidding, right?

Al claims to be outraged — outraged — that no black actors were nominated for Oscars this year.

Just making the claim that it’s racist to not nominate black actors is racist itself. And backwards.

But Sharpton, who could figure out how to milk a dead cow, has figured out how to milk the stout cats with the largest cow — the Hollywood cash cow — and he’s not about to stop now.

The very fact that Sony exec Amy Pascal flew to New York to do a mea culpa at Al’s feet (and make a deal) after her racist email exchanges with producer Scott Rudin were made public sealed Al’s position in the movie industry.

Let’s be clear here: The guy’s perfected the art of scaring rich white people into doing his bidding with the threat of organizing protests further than their businesses. No one wants to be called a racist — especially when they are, let alone when they aren’t.

And this tactic has given him a very nice lifestyle, by the way.

In terms of the Oscars, everyone knows (or at least you know he knows) that actors nominate actors, directors nominate directors and so into the world, and they do it in private.

As much as Al would like everyone to believe it to be otherwise, the nominations are not really controlled by a giant white guy with a stick.

Maybe all that Viagra has made Al go blind — but be assured, he’s never gone colorblind.

Clearly the master race baiter (don’t read that quick) wants, as usual, an, “incentive” to not protest.

What does he really want? It’s not like he can get the nominations overturned, even by screaming racism.

Meanwhile, in other Oscar racial news, right after the Oscar nominations were announced the White Household suddenly decided to hold a special screening of “Selma,” the Martin Luther King biopic whose snub has so enraged Sharpton.

Who’d the prez invite? Oprah, the movie’s director Ava DuVernay, its star David Oyelowo, singer John Legend and rapper Common, who collaborated on the movie’s title track “Glory,” which was nominated for an Oscar.

I hereby announce that I think that snubbing Angelina Jolie’s “Unbroken” about an Italian-American Olympian who became an unsung WWII hero is anti-Italian bigotry, and I await my invitation to the White Household screening of that movie to assuage my personal hurt.

LYNCH’S SORRY STATE

Pat Lynch has suddenly become as standard as athlete’s foot in a locker room.

The man who questioned his fellow cops to turn their backs on the mayor finds himself staring at a roomful of backs himself.

As was demonstrated at a raucous PBA delegates meeting that turned into a brawl, Lynch was still demanding an apology from the mayor, while the rank and file is more concerned with life and safety than terms, slogans and posturing.

Lynch wants the mayor to get down on one knee and the cops want the mayor to stand up and give them new bulletproof vests, new cars, better radios and more officers on the streets.

The deal the cops want will save their lives. The deal Lynch wants will save his ass.

JEN’S UNGLAM SLAM

Jennifer Aniston has called an emergency meeting of her own to protest being snubbed as the first glamorous actress to miss an Oscar nod after going unglamorously without makeup in a role.

Reckon Charlize Theron in “Monster,” as serial killer/prostitute, Aileen Wuornos and Halle Berry as banged up, tormented mess in “Monster’s Ball.”

The word “Monster” in the title alone guarantees that it’s not just a honest actress at work, but one who has made the ultimate sacrifice for her craft: No blush.

INSIDE POOP ON THE OSCARS

Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences Head Cheryl Boone Isaacs stepped into a pile when she mispronounced cinematographer Dick Pope’s name as “Dick Poop” when she announced his nomination. Tell us what you really think of Dick, Cheryl. Oh wait … that sounds incorrect. Now I’m in a worse pile.

SO ‘SPECIAL’

Too bizarre even for TV: NYPD Det. Lukasz Skorzewski and Lt. Adam Lamboy of Manhattan’s Special Victims Unit were sent to Seattle to interview a woman who said she’d been drunk in New York City and was raped by a writer for, yes, “Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.” She says she went drinking in Seattle with the cops, got too drunk to go home, and went to Skorzewski’s hotel room, where she claims he attempted to put his hands down her pants. She stopped him and took a shower.

FRENCH ‘FRIEND’ FOLLY

Don’t call out his name. Please.

On Friday, John Kerry pulled off the largest blow to French-American relations since the Freedom Fry.

How? By dragging James Taylor to Paris in a humiliating attempt to make up for the U.S. absence at the Paris unity march.

What in the name of God possessed him to do such a thing? To have Taylor sing “You’ve Got a Friend,” to French Head Francois Hollande and others, that’s why.

And just when it couldn’t get any worse, it did.

The mike didn’t work, so as Kerry stood on stage as irreverently as though he were listening to La Marseillaise, Taylor was leaning so far into the broken mike that he looked like a “Z.”

Earlier, Kerry said, “My visit to France is basically to share a big hug for Paris …”

Who is he — Dr. Phil?

What next? The Village People?