The Coldest Story Ever Told
When I arrived at work Wednesday morning a co-worker came up to me with a serious look on her face. She then said to me, “Please write a blog about Kanye West.” This is the only thing I've been asked to do at work that didn't irritate me.
Now please excuse me while the rest of this post is an open letter to Kanye West.
In an effort to “keep it real” I'm going to tell you up front I don't like you. I'll admit I like some of your songs, but I have no problem taking you off of my playlist. I've already removed many a predator from my Netflix playlist. I have nothing left to watch, but Mister Rogers. Sure, I'd rather be watching House of Cards, but Kevin Spacey is a creeper. So now I spend my evenings learning how crayons are made and crap. I am beginning to question why I'm paying for Netflix when I can watch reruns of Mister Rogers for free on my local PBS station.
To be honest or “keep it real” I don't actually know how to remove you from my iPhone playlist. I just skip your songs like I do with R. Kelly. Remix to Ignition is an awesome song, but R. Kelly is a creeper. So now I listen to Barry Manilow, the Mister Rogers of music. And I don't want to hear R. Kelly sing, “sippin' on Coke and rum, I'm like so what I'm drunk,” because it makes me crave a rum and Coke. And I can't have a rum and Coke because I have an ulcer and I can't drink. And R. Kelly should be in prison not drinking.
Anyway, Kanye, remember the Hurricane Katrina telethon? You went off script on live TV and said, “George Bush doesn't care about black people.” Mike Myers got all awkward and didn't know what to do. Mike Myers became famous doing live TV and you totally threw him off his game. It was hilarious. I mean, it was sad because of all the people who were left dead and homeless, but it was still funny.
And now this former champion of black people has called President Trump “his brother.” Kanye, I'm going to work under the assumption you are one of the poorly educated people Trump is so very fond of. You see, Kanye, Donald Trump is in the Klan. The Ku Klux Klan is a basket of deplorables who rally hate black people. Did all the 'K's confuse you? Did you think the KKK was a Kardashian clothing brand, or one of their reality shows, or whatever it is that they do?
Also, you and Donald Trump do not have “dragon energy.” This is not possible as dragons aren't real. I get the feeling you believe dragons once existed and went extinct with the dinosaurs. You see, Kanye, dragons are mythical creatures. Myths are stories that aren't real. You seem to have a problem separating fact from fantasy. Remember when you said Single Ladies is the greatest video of all time? This is a fantasy. Thriller is the greatest video of all time and you know it. Beyonce dancing around in a leotard is called Flashdance.
Kanye, I'm not certain why you thought TMZ was an appropriate place to discuss slavery. It was an appropriate place to discuss your liposuction and Opiod addiction. But slavery – no. I must tell you I find your remarks very disturbing. "When you hear about slavery for 400 years. For 400 years?! That sounds like a choice."
What in the world kind of Uncle Ruckus nonsense...?
Please note I'm a white woman living in the south when I state the following: Kanye West doesn't care about black people.
Oh, you dumb, poorly educated fool. Perhaps, you're confusing slavery with volunteering. Let's return to the Hurricane Katrina telethon. Remember all the people at the phone banks taking pledges and what not? Those were volunteers. They worked for free of their own free will. They were free to come and go as they pleased. They were free to take coffee breaks. They were free to live in their own homes. They were free to own homes. Did you notice how many times I used the word free, Kanye? Slavery is the opposite of that. It's not a choice.
I don't know what you think America was like four hundred years ago. Exactly what options do you think slaves had? It's not like Kunta Kinte could just rise up and yell, “Man, screw this. Hey, you jerk, come take these chains off me. I'm going to work at Walmart.”
The Kunta Kinte reference is from the mini series Roots. It's quite apparent you've never seen it. The Sundance channel airs it all the time. I suggest you watch it. Holy Crap. I just looked up the cast list. O.J. was in Roots. I must have blocked that out. Or he had a really small part and I just forgot. He probably had a small part. He was a horrible actor. Except for that time he acted like he didn't know how to put on a glove. He did that well. Double Holy Crap. I just remembered you're wife's father was O.J.'s attorney. Well, now I'm not sure if you should watch Roots or not. It's an excellent series, but I'm afraid this whole O.J. thing may cloud you're judgment. I don't want your next tweet to be, “I'm not black. I'm Kanye.”
I'd suggest you read the book, but I'm pretty sure you don't read much because you think dragons are real. Oh, I know. Watch Reading Rainbow. LeVar Burton was the host of Reading Rainbow and he played Kunta Kinte. You probably won't learn anything about slavery, but you'll learn something. And you really need to stop running your mouth and learn something.
Speaking of running your mouth, I saw the interview where you said you might be president some day. And you said it all serious and whatnot. The last I heard you were trying to be Jesus. I'm not sure of the hierarchy, but I'm almost positive president is a step down from Jesus.
Your Trifilin' Friend Indeed,