Jussie Smollett Is Still Taking L’s

So, let’s be real, son. At this point, we all know about Jussie Smollett‘s fuckity-mcfuckery. Shit, I’ve written about it on multiple occasions, man. In any case, right when Smollett thought it was safe to come outside, the city of Chicago is back on his ass. All I know is, after Cook County State’s Attorney Kim Foxx let him skate, the rest of the city couldn’t WAIT to hem him up again, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it (or don’t care), Dan K. Webb, from the Office of the Special Prosecutor, filed six new charges against Smollett. Now, according to reports, Smollett is being hit with felony disorderly conduct charges, stemming from his faux hate crime in January of last year. Apparently, the authorities were never satisfied with letting Smollett walk, especially since this story originally garnered so much attention.

Now, I won’t lie, bruh. On the real, I always felt like there should be some retribution against Smollett. Hell, I was one of the dummies who actually fell for his shenanigans, son. I mean, even though the tale seemed outlandish, I didn’t want to believe that someone in his position would make up such a fantastical story. Anyway, once I learned that he was full of shit, I was absolutely onboard with him getting prosecuted. Frankly, Smollett shamelessly exploited the true victims of racist and homophobic attacks, man. The way I see it, there HAS to be some punishment in a situation like that.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say here, fam. Ultimately, Smollett’s tomfoolery is the gift that keeps on giving, bruh. By and by, I really hope he understands the magnitude of his stupidity, brethren. Like, not only did he fuck up his career, but more importantly, he gave a black eye to a movement designed to stop violence against the minority and LGBTQ communities. At the end of the day, extra lines on Empire weren’t worth the buffoonery, son. That is all. LC out.

Pick A Beef, Tariq St. Patrick

Disclaimer: Folks know the drill. Copious amounts of spoilers out here, son.

So, here we are, man. All in all, Power has come to an end and we finally know who killed James St. Patrick. Now, I won’t lie, fam. On the real, I knew who the culprit was all along, bruh. Shit, I’m pretty sure that most of us knew who the culprit was the entire time, son. In any case, after years of being an ungrateful little bastard, it was finally revealed that Tariq St. Patrick, Ghost‘s son and the most annoying character on television, killed his father. All I know is, Tariq’s beef with Ghost never made any fucking sense, people. With that being said, none of his real intentions were cleared up in that final episode.

Look, here’s my issue with Tariq, man. Ok, on face value, I can completely understand a child being upset with their parent for leaving the family. In that case, Tariq has the right to feel a way about Ghost leaving Tasha St. Patrick for Angela Valdes. But, somehow, that resentment led him to a (comical) life of crime and declarations that Ghost “never did anything for [him].” Oh, so I guess living in a penthouse and going to the best schools don’t count. I guess having a carefree life away from the perils that his parents endured doesn’t count. Real talk, this little shit-head never faced any real adversity until he realized that his father loved another woman. *Sigh* In the spirit of Rico from Paid In Full, folks “[get divorced] everyday, B.”

Now, my problem with Tariq’s motive came to a head in this final episode. Listen, right before he shoots Ghost, he says “I wish I could go back, to before you left us for Angela.” So, what’s the real issue, Tariq? Was Ghost always an absentee father (as he falsely claimed), or is Tariq just being a fuckity-fuck because his dad left his mom for a woman who wanted more than a drug dealer’s life. Side note, I never banged with Tasha or Angela, but Tasha couldn’t see past the fucking block, fam. Anyway, the fact of the matter is, Tariq isn’t even sure why he hates his father so much. Regardless, he ends up being the one to take Ghost out of the game.

In the end, Starz can miss me with these Power spinoffs, bruh. Ultimately, if cats like Tasha and Tariq are prominent characters, then I’m ALL of the way out, son. By and by, why would I watch another show with personalities that I can’t fucking stand, man? At the end of the day, Tommy Egan was the only real one on the show. Problem is, he’s dumber than Lloyd Christmas, fam. *Sigh* This show ended up being preposterous, brethren. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Tasha’s fate is hilarious, son. Look, I guess prison is the price to pay for being a shitty ass mother, man. Hell, “teaching Tariq the game” didn’t work out so well, did it? Frankly, Ghost wasn’t shit, but everyone should’ve just let him run off with Angela from the beginning. The way I see it, he would’ve taken care of everyone with those clubs, fam. Alas, pride cometh before the fall, bruh. Good day.

Conversations With Randi B.: Tyler Perry

So, I know what some people may be thinking, son: two posts in one day? What’s really good, LC? Well, the truth is, this may be a thing going forward. Basically, anytime I sit-in on Randi B.‘s podcast, I’m going to write a quick post about it. As of right now, it’s looking she’s going to drop that new fuego on Friday‘s. With that being said, I might have to double up on my posts during those days. Either way, good content is good content, man.

Anyway, on the latest episode, Randi and I chop it up about all things Tyler Perry (in addition to other topics). So, what else needs to be said, fam? Enjoy, share and comment! That is all. LC out.

I Understand Will Smith’s Beef With Tupac

So, to cut to the chase, I understand Will Smith, son. I mean, if my wife was as close to another dude as Jada Pinkett Smith was to Tupac Shakur, I’d have a couple of eyebrows raised too. With that being said, it was pretty dope for Smith to show that level of transparency, man. All in all, I wonder how everyone else would REALLY react if they were in his shoes. The way I see it, I feel like a lot of people would’ve wanted to engage in some fisticuffs, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Smith and Martin Lawrence are currently doing a press run for their new movie, Bad Boys for Life. Now, during a sit-down with Power 105.1‘s The Breakfast Club, Charlamagne Tha God asked Smith about his wife’s relationship with Shakur. To be more specific, he asked Smith if he was ever jealous of Jada’s friendship with Tupac. In response, Smith said “fuck yeah.” Taking it a step further, Smith admitted that despite the fact that Jada and Shakur weren’t physical, he was insecure about the love that they had for each other. In fact, he stated that he could never bring himself to be cool with Tupac because he couldn’t handle the bond between the two of them.

Now, look, I try my best to be a progressive dude, but fuck all that, bruh. Ok, yes, Jada and Tupac apparently never had sex with each other. However, that wasn’t for a lack of trying, son. Real talk, Jada already copped to the fact that her and Tupac kissed before. Yeah, she also said that they didn’t have any “sexual chemistry,” but I’m not rolling, man. Listen, I just have a hard time believing that they were as platonic as Jada makes it seem, fam. In my eyes, they were probably one drunken night away from rocking each other’s bells, bruh.

To be clear, I wholeheartedly believe that men and women can just be friends. On the real, I’m friends with a good number of women that I would never touch, son. Side note, that used to be a source of contention between my wife and I early in our relationship. Frankly, she struggled to believe that I wasn’t just trying to smash everyone. But, alas, no lines have been crossed, man. Anyway, if Jada and Tupac ever saw one another in the right light, even for a second, Will would be a distant fucking memory, fam. So, I completely understand his hesitation to get close to Tupac.

In the end, I’m sure there are people out there who will disagree with me, bruh. Ultimately, we’ll never know how that story would’ve turned out, son. By and by, maybe things were exactly like Jada said and there would’ve been no issue. Then again, maybe Tupac would’ve cashed in on their love and taken Jada from the “soft rapper.” At the end of the day, my Spidey-Sense says that Smith was right for keeping Tupac at arms-length, man. Shit, based on the way that he was wilin’ back then, who knows what Shakur might’ve done, fam. That is all. LC out.

‘Power’ Recap: Paz Is The Dumbest Motherf*cker Ever

Disclaimer: I’m sure everybody understands how spoilers work, son. Act accordingly.

So, despite the fact that I’ve seen every single episode of Power, I believe that I’ve only written about the show twice. Side bar, in both cases, I was busy cursing out Tariq St. Patrick. In any case, last night’s episode was so preposterous, I felt obligated to talk about it, son. With that being said, let’s get into all of Paz Valdes‘ unscrupulous shenanigans.

Ok, before I even continue, let me make one thing clear, man. Real talk, NOBODY asked for a Paz Valdes episode, fam. Like, who gives a flying fuckity-fuck about Angela Valdes‘ sister, bruh? Shit, I barely gave a fuck about Angela, son. So, why would the team at Starz dedicate an entire hour to this doof of a woman? All I know is, NOTHING she does in this episode makes sense, people. So, let’s talk about some of her tomfoolery.

To begin, despite the fact that EVERY law enforcement agency has advised her that James St. Patrick didn’t kill Angela, Paz is still on a kamikaze mission. Now, since she’s hell-bent on bringing Ghost down, she makes several idiotic moves. First, she goes to Ghost‘s club and tries to get him to confess on tape. When that doesn’t work, she turns over incriminating evidence against her sister with the hope that it’ll bring down Ghost too. When that doesn’t work, she tries to convince Tommy Egan to kill Ghost, which is hilarious because Egan is the one who ACTUALLY killed Angela. Finally, after ensuring that her family will never get Angela’s pension, Paz turns down the money left in Ghost’s will. Meaning, her son and her father will continue to suffer under the weight of poverty.

Furthermore, the believability of this show continues to be nonexistent, man. Am I really supposed to believe that Paz would be able to sneak a gun into Ghost’s club? Especially since he’s running for Lieutenant Governor of New York? Man, if y’all don’t knock it the fuck off, fam. Keeping it a buck, Power stopped being realistic after Kanan Stark miraculously made it out of a burning building. Since then, the dialogue has been trash and the plot has been ridiculous. The truth is, I’m only watching the show because I need to finish what I started, bruh. At this point, I’m too far in to stop now, brethren. Side note, there’s a sexual pun in there, but I’ll just leave that in the air.

In the end, miss me with the Paz Valdes stupidity. Ultimately, no one needed this episode, son. By and by, Angela wasn’t as innocent as Paz likes to think she was. At the end of the day, Angela was a willing participant in Ghost’s nefarious activities. So, she got herself in the middle of some shit she had no business being in. From there, the streets did what the streets do, man. All I can say is, good riddance to the entire Valdes family, fam. That is all. LC out.

Tyler Perry: Work Ethic vs. Quality

So, I won’t lie, son. Real talk, I’m going to be talking out of both sides of my mouth in this post, man. On one hand, I respect the fuck out of Tyler Perry‘s success, fam. I mean, I tried to make that perfectly clear in my previous post about his production studio. Look, I’m in absolute awe of what this man has been able to accomplish, bruh. The way I see it, we all need to applaud a Black man who has been able to carve his place into Hollywood. On the other hand, I’ve always found his writing underwhelming as shit, bruh. With that being said, he might need to employ some writers, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, Perry posted an interesting video on Twitter the other day. Now, in the 35-second clip, Perry showed his audience stacks of screenplays from his MANY shows. In addition, he highlighted the fact that he doesn’t have a writer’s room and is the sole creator of all of his content. Moving on, the purpose of the video was to let people know that his work ethic was/is strong.

Now, there is NO way that I can argue with that man’s hustle, son. Keeping it a buck, it’s super impressive that he was able to get so much done in 2019. But, I also have a completely different outlook on this situation, man. Shit, as I said in the first paragraph, Tyler Perry is not that good of a writer, fam. Look, I can’t even count the number of times that I’ve cringed during a movie or a television show from that guy. The truth is, I always end up supporting because I want him to keep breaking barriers in Tinseltown. However, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like he makes prolific material, bruh.

With all of that being said, I TRULY believe that Perry would benefit from having other scribes in the room. Hell, he’s currently writing a show called Sistas on BET. For reference, the show is about how Black women work, love and live in Atlanta. Now, am I supposed to believe that Tyler Perry is the fucking expert on Black women matters? Like, he really doesn’t think that having at least ONE Black woman in the room would be beneficial? Come the fuck on, son. Yes, his work ethic is admirable, but that also sounds like an ego trip, man.

Also, as I’ve mentioned before, he has an entire production studio in Atlanta. I can guarantee that there are TONS of Black writers who would love to get down on some of his projects. So, why not just employ them, fam? Why not give them a chance to offer some different perspectives? The way I see it, working with others would be a win-win, bruh. First, his questionable writing would probably improve AND he would be giving newcomers a shot at acclaim. All in all, I don’t see how this would be a bad idea, folks.

In the end, I don’t want this to seem like I’m hating, son. If anything, I’m trying to help Perry win, man. Then again, as successful as he is, my opinion probably doesn’t fucking matter, fam. But, as a consumer, I’ve NEVER been satisfied with any of Perry’s work. By and by, based on the fact that he does EVERYTHING himself, I can see why, bruh. At the end of the day, there’s nothing wrong with getting some help, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Whose Mans Is Chet Hanks?

So, before I even begin this post, I’d like to give everyone some background on my upbringing. Now, I’m a first-generation American whose mother was born in Barbados and whose father was born in St. Vincent. Furthermore, I have extended family members from Jamaica, Trinidad, Grenada, Antigua, you name it. In addition, I’m married to a woman whose entire family is from Nevis. Meaning, I’m as Caribbean as they come, son. With all of that being said, what in the entire fuck was Chet Hanks doing at the Golden Globes, fam?

Ok, for those who missed it, Chet’s father, the incomparable Tom Hanks, was being presented a lifetime achievement award at this year’s Golden Globes. Needless to say, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Chet was there. However, his appearance on the red carpet was thoroughly baffling, man. I mean, out of fucking nowhere, dude decided to talk to the press in a patois accent straight out of the 99 Cent Store. Bruh, what “island massive” was Chet referring to? The fucking bar staff at a Sandals resort? For the love of God, why is Chet always doing some fuckity-fuck shit, son?

To be clear, this is not the first time that Chet has engaged in nonsensical shenanigans. Shit, just a few years ago, he was a rapper who looooved saying the word “nigga.” Now, all of a sudden, he’s the new fucking Collie Buddz? Side note, that ain’t a knock against Collie Buddz, man. On the real, I’m a big fan of that dude, folks. In any case, this culture vulture shit needs to stop, fam. Hell, he’s the son of a cotdamn legend, people. Real talk, he doesn’t have to always partake in the fuckery, brethren.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, bruh. Ultimately, I want everyone to watch the video for themselves. By and by, after getting past the fact that the video is hilarious, we need to pack Chet Hanks in a box somewhere. At the end of the day, he’s a habitual line-stepper who has to be defeated, son. At this point, I’m pretty sure that Tom would rather rock out with Wilson than Chet, man. That is all. LC out.