I like Kanye West, a lot. And because of that, I’ve let a lot of his past shenanigans slide, chalking it up to the fact that he’s an artist, and real artists sometimes do things us common folk just can’t comprehend.
But lately Mr. West has been testing my loyalty; like, really testing it. While this day was sure to come (I should of known back in 2010 when his album cover featured an armless, naked monster with a polka dot tale humping another monster), I secretly hoped fatherhood would somehow return my fav Chi-Town lyricist to his glory days of rapping through a wired shut jaw. But sadly all fatherhood and a Kardashian appear to be doing is making him weirder, cockier and just plain annoying.
It all started with the Confederate flag. A few weeks ago the rapper released merchandise for his “Yeezus” tour that contained images of one of history’s most notorious symbols of racism. West defended his decision to sell the controversial merchandise by foolishly declaring, “I took the Confederate flag and made it my flag. It’s my flag. Now what are you going to do?”
Well Kanye I’ll tell you what I’m not going to do. I’m not going to walk around the streets of any major city with that ish on my shoulder sleeve. I’m all for turning historic symbols of bigotry into artistic statements of empowerment, but the Confederate flag? I guess in Yeezy’s defense, the Star of David was just too easy.
And then there were the Lady O comments. I’ve let a lot of foolery slide from Mr. West on account that I love the man and his music; but comparing the First Lady of the country to your girlfriend who takes selfies of her post-baby bod (which I must say looked fab) in a swimming suit when clearly she is going no where near anyone’s pool is mind-blowing. Grantland writer Rembrent Browne summed it up best in a mock response letter to West fictitiously penned by Mrs. Obama. In the letter he wrote:
“…you have to understand where I’m coming from when I say it’s laughable for my 21-year marriage to be mentioned on the same website as your thing with Kim.
Imagine if someone compared you to Papoose, Kanye. Well, you’re Barack’s Papoose. And yes, Kim is my Remy Ma.”
With one pointless tirade after the other, it’s becoming harder and harder to attribute the antics to art’s sake. Sadly I’m now discovering what many of you already knew; Kanye West is a Givenchy, glitter mask-wearing, somewhat douche.
Now in full disclosure, I’ll admit some of this is the result of a disgruntled fan and Columbus, OH native who was in the process of saving paychecks to purchase “Yeezus” concert tickets when I learned Kanye’s trip to the Buckeye state had been cancelled. This was the nail that sealed the coffin.
While laughable at times and usually dismissible, pimping out Confederate flag laden merchandise and reducing the First Lady to some chick worthy of being compared to your baby mom, are clear indicators that the foolishness has clearly gotten out of control. Sorry Yeezy, but no one man has all that power.