You know I don’t have a TV.
So I go alternative. Hence the radio.
If you’re like me, you’ll make it a point to tune into the radio on the top of the hour to get the news. The weekends are best, as we don’t have the constant repeats of KGVO’s local news (two stories played over and over and…)
On Friday I heard on the news that rapper DMX was in the hospital, had a heart attack, likely because of drugs.
Oh well, I thought.
But then they kept playing the story over and over and…
The Monday 3 AM update (I work late) was that the family was going to hold a prayer vigil at 5 PM outside the hospital later that day.
I’m sorry...but who gives a fuck?
And honestly... who is this loser?
I guess DMX is some kind of ‘successful rapper.’ So successful, in fact, that he sired 15 children with who-knows-how-many-women, and ended up owing a shit-ton of child support.
He’s currently $1.5 million in debt, all child support.
What a character.
I wondered why the corporate media was telling us so much about this man on death’s doorstep, but then I realized why: he’s the epitome of what black men should aspire to.
Yep, drop out, get the baggiest clothes you can find, impregnate as many women as you can, leave them all, never support them financially, and then spend most of your time bitching about the society that gave you everything before you threw it all away.
We call this rap.
It’s a multi-billion dollar industry.
I can’t think of one way this industry has helped mankind or made the world a better place.
I think they make it worse.
DMX is going to die tomorrow or the next day...and why should you care?
Another rich man dies, never once having cared about the community he came up in. Oh, and he was black (like anyone gives a fuck).