Sunday, February 1, 2009

Gangsta! Gangsta!

I don't know when this went down, but the egomaniacle media whore Kanye West slipped on a subtle pair of angel wings for a performance somewhere and a handful of black actors payed to be in the front row seemed to give a damn.

I don't listen to Kanye West or rap, so I am the last person to take rap advice from but I will say this. In a genre that, since breaking into mainstream culture, has always been haunted by a violent stereotype. Tupac, Biggie, and countless other rappers with goofy names have shot and been shot and died or killed as the case may be. They've glorified drugs and violence. 50cent has been shot and that makes him cool. T.I. was found with a stockpile of illegal firearms and so on. But all of these people are better influences than Kanye West.

Kanye took something sacred and sullied it. Angels wings! Angels wings, Kanye!

Those are for freakishly beautiful women to parade around in their underwear to promote unrealistic and unhealthy body images for all those fat uggos, plain janes and shy broads.

Two more things:
1. Kanye, how do you sleep at night you heartless bastard.
2. Start looking more like her ya lazy slags!

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