I will be the first to tell you that, nah, not a Lil’ Wayne fan. Not at all. But then I heard two young dudes going off on his “How To Love” track; “Man, that shit is wack! What’s that shit about, anyway?”
Damn, two of Lil Wayne’s fan base, who will practically fight you in the streets if you dare, dare I say, critique Dwayne Carter, Jr. on anything he does, giving him the thumbs down on something? Anything?
Whoa. So I check it out…
Wow. Lil’ Wayne showing sistas some compassion? Showing some love? Nice. Cool, Wayne, cool, dude. Hey, you’re one of the top rappers in the shame game, maybe others will take your lead and get away from the negativity, the disrespect for black women in their lyrics.
Goddamn you, rap, you couldn’t stretch this out for at least a month?
I saw this comment in regards to Don Cornelius’s appearance on the B.E.T. Awards the other night.
Don Cornelius’ ad-libbing: I’m rarely one to knock our industry icons, but, respectfully, Mr. Cornelius wandered way too far from the script and that’s a no-no for live television. I remembered Quincy Jones’ getting long-winded at a Soul Train Awards many years ago, and one of the producers literally came on stage to bring him off. Out of respect, it’s hard sometimes to tell our industry treasures to keep it at a minimum, but we can’t afford to lose the short attention spans of our TV audience either.
Yeah, Don ran long, that is noooo lie. That was first time the old playa had been in front of a mic and a live studio audience in years. He was embracing the moment like he was making love to a long, lost high school sweetheart. I’m down with letting him have his moment. But, still, I was looking for the Soul Train Scramble Board clock half way through his introduction of the O’Jays.
But, as I was taught when I was a child, “you always respect your elders. They’ve been where we’re trying to get to.” Sometimes we tend to forget that the greatest source of just about anything you could ever hope to know can be found in those who came before us. If you respect nothing else, then one should always remember that. If Don C wanted to ramble on all night, he earned that right. If it wasn’t for people like Don C and Quincy Jones, there would be no B.E.T. They made the path a little clearer and smoother for everybody that was in that building the other night, including the King Of Pop. True Story.
On the flip side of legends, P. Diddy…
“While you guys are talking and laughing, you’re not hearing his words. You’re not listening to his words. I need you to hear what he’s saying! Listen to the message that he is telling us. Michael, I hear your words–I hear what you are saying!”–Diddy (really? was this before or after the Red Carpet pre-show where he was out on the carpet playing hambone while Day 26 warbled a tune? )
Oh, this happened AFTER THE SHOW,
Diddy became irate when party guests at L.A. hot spot MyHouse seemed to be having too much of a good time while celebrating Jacko’s life.
Toward the end of the evening, the rapper abruptly stopped playing a remixed version of “Man in the Mirror” to dedicate a moment of silence to the singer and then told guests (the quoted statement above).
Now comes word that Diddy (and Mr. Beyonce Knowles, Jay-Z) are ever so pissed that OK MAGAZINE is capitalizing on the King Of Pop’s untimely passing by putting photos of him as he’s being taken to the hospital.
Those “sumabiches”! The nerve of you! How dare you try to make money off of a famous person’s unfortunate passing like it’s your job or something?
I agree with Puffy and Mr. Knowles, you people sicken me. No, really, I am with Diddy on this one. Nobody could be better suited to defend the legacy of the King Of Pop. Diddy has been down this road before, with the death of his good friend, The Notorious B.I.G. We all know how Diddy has some experience and sensitivity when it comes to what to do when a black icon dies…LET’S MAKE A TRIBUTE VIDEO!
Shut up, Diddy.
I wonder if Marvel Comics will kill off Teddy Lingard, the Marvel Universe Michael Jackson (well, the only one I ever saw in any of their comics). He appeared in DAZZLER #33, a THRILLER tribute issue and…
Yes, I just outed myself as comic book geek, what of it?
Finally, I just had to comment on Mr. Knowles wifey, Beyonce at the B.E.T. Awards. Allegedly, she had revamped her initial number and turned it into a tribute to MJ.
She did look hot but the vibe I got from her initially was more Norma Desmond in SUNSET BOULEVARD/Joan Crawford, 40s Film noir with a Esther Williams swimsuit on. Then….
She really went nuckin’ futs! A number of things ran through my mind:
- She was supposed to wear that at her wedding AND honeymoon, Jay wasn’t having that and her moms, who you know made that damn thing, you just know she did, said “uh uh, you’re going to wear that…thing, SOMEWHERE! I worked hard on that, chile!” And here we are.
- She was high.
- She’s crazy.
- She knows exactly what she’s doing (no, that’s actually pretty damn scary to think about)
- She’s a diva and she’s not letting no King Of Pop ruin her night, dammit!
- We were getting punk’d and she forgot to tell everybody afterwards
- She was auditioning for the FAME remake and wasn’t going to take, “we’ve already filmed it” for an answer.
- Producers were afraid tell Lil’ Wayne that his set wasn’t anywhere near being appropriate to pay respect to someone who had just died, so they asked Beyo to take one for the team and perform AVE MARIA, the one thing known to put Lil’ Wayne in a coma long enough for him to miss his number.
It ALMOST worked.
Had it been “business as usual” over at the House That Bobcat Bob Built, they would have put out yet another in a long line of inferiour product, the majority would have loved them for it, “uppity” Negroes, like yours truly, would have either ignored the mess outright or watched it, bitched about the New Jack Coonery, turned away from the channel until the next year, rinse and repeat. It would have been just another day in Complacency City.
Then B.E.T. took it upon themselves to be the vanguard:
Producers of the annual awards show — which recognizes the best in music, acting and sports — say they scrapped their plans and revamped the show to meet the moment.
“It’s a total overhaul. Luckily we have enough time to do that.”–Chairwoman Debra L. Lee
You scrapped your original plans FOR THAT? Debra Lee would have you believe that what unfolded was a overhaul, I’m telling you that it was a mindf*ck with no Vaseline. The news reports would have you believe that this was a wondrous event that was capped off by Janet Jackson’s surprise appearance at the end of the show. She had the double misfortune to have to come in after the Lil’ Wayne & Drake w/The Pre-Teen Video Hoes Tribute To R. Kelly’s Digital Piss set and tell the audience that her family appreciates the love and support that they’ve given them. S*it, had somebody threw an explosion of projectile turdfest like that for anybody I loved, I would have shot somebody. I was embarrassed that Janet had to walk in on that bulls*it and everybody at B.E.T. should have been, too.
Look, I don’t want to hear the same old excuses that we’ve all come to loathe from the kinfolx who will defend anything that is black owned and/or black operated. It doesn’t hold water in this case because Debra Lee and her punk posse brought this one on themselves. Had B.E.T. not said a mumbling word about turning their annual visual and oraltory halitosis into a “tribute” that was spottier than discharge, then we would all have wiped our collective arse of this stankonia.
Where was I? Oh, yeah…If you take out the New Edition thrown together tribute (the only thing that I can admit felt like it was put together at the last minute…boy it sure looked and sounded like it), Ne-Yo tribute, the Ciara tribute (bless her heart), that thing that Keri Hilston did (bless her heart and pour holy water all over the sucka), the O’Jays back down memory lane story about MJ and the Ne-Yo/Jamie Foxx, you got about three hours LEFT! And that was filled with n*ggas doing what they do best at the BET Awards with the occassional “we love you Mike Jackson” or “Peace out to the King Of Pop!” and previews of TINY & TOYA
I’m sorry, I forgot, there was one other “authentic” Jackson tribute:
That’s right, Beyonce used the same strobelight MJ used in his famous ROCK WITH YOU video. I never heard the dude sing AVE MARIA or wear a see through tu-tu. I know the King Of Pop could be eccentric, but I do believe that even he had his limits.
The bottom line is that B.E.T (or Viacom, the people who really own the network. If you believed that black folks really owned that mess, then you probably believe that P. Diddy owns an Music empire. Keep dreaming, Cassie) in a mad rush to be THE FIRST to pay homage to Michael Jackson made a big stank mess of things.
In a lucky arse fluke, the mainstream media all piggy backed on one another and just showed what they thought was worth it to them from (Jamie acitng a damn fool, Janet’s appearance) and ignored the rest. Unless somebody gets shot or run over by Suge Knight, nobody except dumb assed black folks, like me, some Latinos and maybe a few Japanese peeps who’re down is going to sit through almost 4 hours anything on BET. Then we’re going to go to FACEBOOK, TWITTER, MYSPACE (ha! just joking!) or their BLOG (every black person will have two of these bi*ches each by the middle of the next decade. True Story…not really) and rip the holy hell out the show with the occasional big city enterainment dude picking up on the loud bi*ching and moaning (louder and bi*chier than the norm) coming from the hood. This will go on for a minute and folks will, eventually move on to something else to go off on:
Like Tiny & Toya.
Up Next, THE CONCLUSION…FINALLY!
..continued from HERE
If you take away the segments of the show that actually had anything to do with Michael Jackson being honored, there wouldn’t be much left. I am not including Jamie Foxx’s opening. That was a synopsis of every King Of Pop comedian skit done since MJ was a authentic Negro. Speaking of Negro…
“No need to be sad. We want to celebrate this black man’s — this black man. He belongs to us, and we shared him with everybody else. They talking about what he looks like in the media. It don’t make a difference what he looked like. Am I right? It was all about what he sounded like.”–Jamie Foxx
Um….well? To be honest, I don’t even think MJ liked his own DNA. He was so scared of his kids getting that Tito nose that he didn’t even want his sperm to taint whomever eggs it was that were used to make them kids that he claimed as his. “It doesn’t matter if you’re black or white”, wasn’t just a song lyric for MJ, that was the way he lived his life, right down to procreation...I’m just saying.
Before Foxx made that comment, it wasn’t nothing but love coming from the media about Jackson. The Race Card Handbook Rule #666 clearly states:
Thou shalt not giveth Fox News thine opening to “goeth there”. Giveth Fox a foot, thine harlots shall taketh a whole damneth football field.
There was a racial cease fire in effect on MJ and Jamie went and blew that one all to hell. I knew it wasn’t going to last forever, I learned my lesson about America joining hands around the fire and singing songs of Peace and that lasting forever after 911. That lasted about three weeks and we were all back to being assholes to one another. But, dammit, Jamie, don’t just invite FOX NEWS in to take a free shot. Make Bill O’Reilly work for that hate spew, man!
….click HERE for more thrilling stuff…well not so much (here’s a hint, it’s more of me bitching and moaning)
NOTE: I spent the last few days putting into words how I felt about the travesty “tribute” that B.E.T. claimed they re-vamped their awards show into to pay homage to Michael Jackson. Always skeptical of Black Entertainment Television’s claim to serve black America just because they’re the largest black network in America, I gave them the benefit of the doubt.
Stupid me. What follows is a three-part (yeah, I had a lot to say) word spew about my thoughts on the whole affair.–TTS
“Michael Jackson was so important to our world, to our country, to this network. Michael was truly a musical diety.”–BET Chairwoman Debra L. Lee
AND THIS HOW YOU PAY HOMAGE?
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The B.E.T. (Black Embarrassment Entertainment Television) Network found itself in a prime opportunity to pimp their horrible new programming the unenviable position of being the first “major” awards program to be held after the death of entertainment legend, Michael Jackson.
To quote the late, great, Robin Harris, “It’s not that I’m psychic, I just KNOW”, hot dammit, I just KNEW that this was setting up to be a clusterf*ck of Epic proportions.
Then my feminine side spoke up and check’d my ego, “Man, you are such a hatin’, cynical, just down right grumpy sumb*tch. You need to quit jumping the gun on everything. Shut your mouth, for once in your miserable life, and let things play out. You just might be surprised.”
After the show, I sent that old girl a restraining order. That b*tch don’t know what the hell she talking about. She’s been hanging out in me for years. You hang around an asshole long enough, some s*it is bound to rub off on you. Anyway…
The BET Awards have been around for 9 years and for the majority of those years, I always found myself wondering the same thing, “Do these motherf*ckerseven watch other award shows?” It’s like AmateurHour at the local NBC affiliate in Bugtussle, TN.
You would have thought that no one at BET had ever seen a television camera, teleprompter, sound board or had a cohesive plan on how a show is run. Just go for it and if it works, eh, it works, what do they care, it’s just B.E.T. No one but the Negroes watch it and who cares what they really think about us, they’ll just keep watching, because, you know, they’re idiots.
I can take a hint, you could care less what some brotha out there (who’s been out of that coveted 17-34 demograpic that you so want to sucker get to watch your shows). I had no plans whatsoever to watch the 2009 carnage unfold. Then MJ passed away and B.E.T. told the world that they were turning their Awards show into a tribute. Sigh.
B.E.T. usually employs the THROW ANY S*IT THAT WILL STICK mentality to these shows and that tactic, along with the “Today’s R&B/Hip Hop Coonery Crowd mixed in, you best believe your sweet arse that you will have some things that will stand out. This year’s award show was no exception.
The grown ass Negroes in their “formal” T-Shirt and Ball Cap gear, I can tell it’s formal because he ain’t bent his brim.
What the hoe, now? Who’s child is this? Did you not get the memo? This is supposed to be classy, girl! Where is the rest of that damn dress! Come on now, this sh*t ain’t even appropriate when someone hasn’t died, gawd damn, have thee no shame?
I wondered if Keri Hilston thought that somebody from the movie GREASE had died when I first saw this get up. I was screaming at the TV screen, SING HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU! SING HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOOOOOOUUU!
I’m still mad at Zoe Saldana’s performance in the latest STAR TREK film, but I was happy to see her and Original Recipe Uhura, Nichelle Nichols at the show. Even though the bootleg producers and tipsy arsed host, Jamie Foxx, left her hanging when her and Nichelle’s time to step up to the podeum came and nature called Nichelle to the loo to poo. I guess I can blame it on the alcohol, huh?
If there is a high profile tragedy with mass media saturation, you know the Civil Rights TMZ Squad of Sir Pompedor (Al Sharpton, above) and his absent partner in racial ponzi scheming, Jesse “Baby Grandpa” Jackson will be where the action is, abusing the privilege to get a seat at the festivities.
I rest my case.
Why is this man smiling….nevermind.
No truth to the rumors that Jeremy Piven was at the BET Awards researching to take over the Judd Nelson role in NEW JACK CITY II–THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK.
B.E.T. this is your big night and you’re telling me that there was no way you could have locked the fool sporting the BIG ASS CHAIN, in a hall closet or given his driver instructions to keep going past the Watts Towers and then head north until you’re in the city far west than Los Angeles (that would be Reno, Nevada for those of you keeping score…true story, Google it)
Of course, no BET Awards show would not be complete with out a pimp sighting…
…Or some kind of inappropriation of children, children who shouldn’t be there in the first place. Ahh, but who gives a rat’s arse, it’s just B.E.T., right?
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This was cute for about 3 seconds. Then it was annoying, then he went on Letterman, wasted everybody’s time and, yet, became the talk of the Free World, proving that the Free World has too much time on its collective hands. Now you got GoopGirl Gwyneth telling him to “get street cred”:
“What advice would I give to Joaquin? Hmmm…maybe to go live in the projects for a few years to get some authenticity, maybe.”
That’s nice, Gwyneth, keep those sterotypes alive. That’s not funny, even if was a joke. Go feed Apple.
White folks, you need to stop this fool. Do you see black entertainers doing stupid stuff they shouldn’t?
Touche’…well played. Allow me to put that card back in the deck before you bust out the Kanye singing on live TV vids.
Back to River’s little bro. It’s beyond stupid and, worse, he’s not even trying to make this look authentic, like he’s actually trying . Oh, look at me, I’m acting crazy, hee hee! Golly, I just mumbled something on a mic, folks are really gonna fall for this, ho ho!
I hope no one is buying this crap, yet, we totally let these two himbo frat boys set America back 70 years:
We suck, no wonder the rest of the world hates us.