Kevin Hart Is Having A Bad Month

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the shits, son. On the real, Kevin Hart is having a bad month, man. First, there’s the car crash. Now, regardless of speculation, here’s what’s being reported. Apparently, a dude named Jared Black was driving Hart’s 1970 Plymouth Barracuda and rolled into a ditch. The story is, Hart and Black were injured in the crash, but Rebecca Broxterman, the third passenger and Eniko Hart‘s personal trainer, was not hospitalized. Anyway, that would be enough to sit out the rest of September. However, Montia Sabbag had a different plan in mind, fam.

Ok, for those who are unfamiliar, Sabbag is the woman that Hart was smashing on candid camera two years ago. Now, at first, she blamed Jonathan Todd Jackson for the entire ordeal. For reference, Jackson is an actor and former friend of Hart’s who tried to swindle Hart for money to retrieve the recording. In any case, back then, Sabbag stated that Hart was a victim like her. All I know is, something must’ve changed in her mind, son.

Moving on, Sabbag, with the “help” of Lisa Bloom, has decided to sue Hart for $60 million. Now, according to Sabbag, Hart conspired with Jackson to record her in order to gain publicity for Hart’s Irresponsible Tour. All I can say is, that’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life, man. Like, is she serious, fam? Does she really believe that Kevin Hart, the most famous comedian in the world, needs a hotel sex tape to promote his tour? Real talk, the level of delusional is unprecedented, bruh.

Listen, let me be clear, son. In my eyes, Sabbag has every right to feel like her privacy was invaded. Frankly, no one deserves to have their intimate moments filmed without their consent. But, the idea that Hart needed extra publicity is nonsensical, man. As I stated before, he’s literally the most famous comedian on the planet. Shit, it doesn’t matter if people find him funny or not. The fact is, Kevin Hart is one of the most recognizable celebrities on Earth. There is literally NOTHING Sabbag could do or say to make him more famous than he already is. If anything, we looked at Hart like a cotdamn idiot for getting caught out there, again. At this point, Bloom needs to tell her client to sit the fuckity-fuck down, fam.

In the end, Montia Sabbag needs to knock it off, bruh. Ultimately, this lawsuit is nothing more than an obvious money-grab, son. By and by, people were going to see Kevin Hart’s tour with or without footage of his hotel sex-capades. At the end of the day, Sabbag’s 15 minutes are over, man. Just let it go, ma’am. Just let it go. That is all. LC out.

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Dave Chappelle Doesn’t Give A F*ckity-F*ck

So, here we are, son. It’s 2019 and Dave Chappelle, the G.O.A.T., is back with another comedy special. Now, before I even watched Dave Chappelle: Sticks & Stones, I saw a couple of think pieces about why people shouldn’t view the Netflix special. All in all, I think it’s a terrible time to be a comedian, man. I mean, everyone is so damn sensitive and can’t see the humor in anything anymore.

Ok, to be clear, is Chappelle being offensive in this special? Absolutely, fam. But, he’s literally based his entire career on saying provocative shit, bruh. Hell, has anybody ever seen Chappelle’s Show? Son, the first fucking episode featured Clayton Bigsby, a Black White supremacist. Meaning, Chappelle has spent this whole time pushing the envelope, man. So, why is every joke seemingly off limits now?

My thing is, folks don’t have to find his jokes funny. Frankly, comedy is subjective as fuck, fam. Personally, I thought the special was hilarious, bruh. Now, does that mean I hate transgender people? No. Does that mean I hate the #MeToo movement? No. It just means that I can find humor in fucked up situations. For God‘s sake, that’s what comedy has done since the beginning of time, son. The truth is, no one batted an eye when Chappelle made racially-charged jokes for years. But, if he speaks on anything else, now he needs to be “cancelled?” The way I see it, folks can get the fuck outta here, man.

Listen, Chappelle basically said as much when he talked about getting called out for saying “faggot” on Chappelle’s Show. Look, he legitimately asked why he could say “nigger,” but couldn’t say “faggot.” To me, that’s a good fucking question, fam. So, only a certain type of offensive language is acceptable? If we’re keeping it a buck, ALL of the jokes were in “bad taste.” But, that’s what made them funny. All I know is, everybody needs to lighten up, bruh.

Now, I’m sure that some people are going to hate on me for writing this post. However, I laughed when he talked about Michael Jackson. I laughed when he talked about R. Kelly. I laughed at the jokes about Kevin HartJussie Smollett, school shootings AND the opioid crisis. Individually, are any of these subjects comical? Fuck no, son. But, finding humor in despair has always been part of the genre. All I can say is, society has lost the ability to laugh along the way. Hell, everything has become so serious and it’s a fucking buzzkill, man.

In the end, let me say it again, fam: I’m not telling anyone to like Chappelle’s special. Ultimately, I just think people need to relax. By and by, we laughed with Richard Pryor when he made a joke about setting himself on fire. The real is, he was high out of his mind and tried to kill himself. In addition, all of Eddie Murphy‘s specials are inappropriate as fuck. But, we just went along for the ride, bruh. At the end of the day, I don’t think Chappelle is being hateful at all. I just believe he finds humor in sensitive topics, son. On the real, we all used to have that ability. That is all. LC out.

I Have Mixed Feelings About This ‘Breaking Bad’ Movie

So, let me begin by saying that Breaking Bad is the greatest show in the history of mankind. Listen, I don’t care what anyone says and I don’t want to hear any alternatives. On the real, there is literally NOTHING a person can say to change my mind about this, son. With that being said, I’m simultaneously excited and frightened about the announcement of a Breaking Bad-inspired movie. Frankly, I don’t want Vince Gilligan to ruin a classic, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, Gilligan, the creator, head writer and main director for AMC‘s Breaking Bad, is bringing his talents to Netflix. So, on October 11th, the Aaron Paul-led El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie will hit the streaming service. Now, based on what I’ve read, the plot begins in the aftermath of “Felina,” Breaking Bad‘s final episode. As a refresher, Walter White liberated Jesse Pinkman from his White supremacist captors, and then Pinkman escaped in a Chevrolet El Camino (hint hint). In addition, White ended up dying, not from his cancer, but by bullets from his own M60 machine gun.

Moving on, while I don’t know much about this movie’s plot, it apparently follows Pinkman’s journey after securing his freedom. Now, a part of me can’t contain my happiness, fam. I mean, the prospect of more Breaking Bad in my life is almost more than I can handle, bruh. But, what is the show without Walter White? What is the show without the complicated relationship between Heisenberg and Pinkman? Shit, can Pinkman carry the entire film himself? Does Vince Gilligan still have a compelling story to tell? All in all, I have as much fear as elation, son. The truth is, I don’t want the saga to jump the shark, man.

In the end, only time will tell, fam. Ultimately, I’ll have all of my questions answered on October 11th, bruh. By and by, I have my fingers crossed and I’m hoping for the best, son. At the end of the day, I trust Gilligan, man. Real talk, I don’t think he’ll lead us astray, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Don’t Ever Disrespect Joe Budden’s Rapping Ability

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I always say that I’m going to keep a post short. But, I never do, man. Anyway, I’m going to try my hardest to keep my word today. The fact is, I’m only here to give Joe Budden his flowers for his rapping prowess, fam. Ok, yeah, I know it’s easy to make fun of Budden. Shit, he spends a great deal of time making fun of himself. However, one thing can never be debated, bruh: Joe Budden can rap his ass off.

Ok, for those who missed it, a list started circulated around the internet that got people up in arms. So, a podcast named The Brew Podcast put out a list of their top 50 rappers of all time. Moving on, the list had a lot of familiar faces that folks would be used to. But, shit took a turn when people saw who was listed in the number three spot. Now, as I’m sure everyone has figured out by now, the podcast listed Budden as the third greatest rapper in history. From there, social media lost its fucking mind, son.

Look, as soon as people got wind of this list, Budden was slandered to the mountaintop, man. I mean, damn near everybody tried to make the argument that Budden is trash as a rapper. The thing is, I can guarantee that 99% of the people who are shitting on him aren’t familiar with his catalog at all. Frankly, they only know about the reality TV star, who’s constantly having problems with women and has beefed with close to every rapper in the industry. In my eyes, all of Budden’s shenanigans have tainted the perception of his music, fam. Thankfully, I’m here to give folks a crash course, bruh.

Now, everyone can listen to some of my favorite Joe Budden songs below. In the end, do I think he’s the third best rapper of all time? Fuck no, son! That’s just ridiculous. But, his placement on that podcast’s list shouldn’t take away from the fact that he is one of the nicest emcees to ever do it. By and by, his detractors should actually know about the music they’re slandering before they utter a word, man. At the end of the day, don’t ever disrespect Joe Budden’s rapping ability, fam. That is all. LC out.

I Finally Got Hit By The Facebook Algorithm

Ah, Facebook. I mean, what can I say about this website, son? It can be extremely useful and the Devil at the same time, man. All in all, Facebook has been an integral part of my blog’s success since I started writing in 2010. In any case, after numerous changes over the years, I’m finally starting to get hit by Mark Zuckerberg‘s constant updates. With that being said, I’m not exactly sure what that means for the future of my blog.

Now, let’s be honest, fam. On the real, I shouldn’t have to explain the heat that Facebook has received over recent years. Frankly, given the disproportionate amount of “fake news” that’s been spread across the site, Zuckerberg and company have had their feet put to the fire, bruh. In response, the company has made sweeping changes to how content is curated. Namely, it’s more interested in interactions between individuals than promoting businesses and websites. Obviously, I fall into the latter, son.

Look, I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t transparent, man. Real talk, in the early days of my blog, Facebook was responsible for about 60% of my traffic, fam. The way I see it, I wouldn’t have a following if it wasn’t for the site, bruh. Thankfully, those early years have helped me build a base that continues to support me. However, I’m starting to notice a massive drop-off in “reach,” son.

Shit, let’s talk about this “reach,” man. Basically, Facebook allows users with a dedicate page to see how many people were “reached” by their respective posts. Now, up until a few months ago, I was used to seeing hundreds/thousands of people “reached” by the content I was posting. Moving on, does anybody want to guess how many people “saw” my post yesterday? Eight, fam. Eight! So, out of all of my followers and all of the people in my Friends List, Facebook only showed my shit to eight people, bruh. Needless to say, I was fucking tiiiiiiight, son.

Honestly, I can actually point to the exact day the shift happened, man. So, back on May 15th, I wrote an article about the tomfoolery of the abortion laws in Alabama and Georgia. Anyway, Facebook told me it was “reached” by 1,078 people. The next day, I made a post about the Wu-Tang Clan documentary on Showtime. Facebook told me it was “reached” by 11 people. Ever since then, my shit has been drastically off, fam. In the span of a day, my engagement on that site decreased by 99%.

Thankfully, I have a dedicated fan base who’s been riding with me for years. So, my actual views are as strong as they’ve always been. Keeping it a buck, my original fans are the ones who are keeping my shit afloat, bruh. The problem is, it’s been harder for me to attract new people. But, LC will figure out a way around the bullshit, son. Hell, it’s impossible for me to walk away from shit that I care about, man.

In the end, that’s enough rambling from me for today. fam. Ultimately, I just want to thank everyone who’s held me down from the beginning. By and by, it’s a great thing that a lot of the legwork was done in the earlier days, bruh. All I know is, if I were starting a new blog today, I don’t even know how I would gain traction in this new system, son. At the end of the day, it’s a good thing that I don’t have to worry about that part of it, man. That is all. LC out.

P.S. I’m also not falling for the Facebook gaffle of paying to increase my “reach.” Fuck that, Zuckerberg! Fuck all of that, fam. Good day.

Drake Should Do More Acting

So, if I’m being honest, this should be a short post today, son. I mean, I’m only here to endorse the “No Guidance” video by Chris Brown and Drake, man. On the real, I can’t remember the last time I truly laughed out loud during a music video, fam. All I know is, Drake needs to do waaaaay more acting, bruh. Seriously, he’s fucking comedic gold, folks.

Ok, I’m not going to sit here and give an entire breakdown of the video. But, I will set it up for everyone. Now, it’s no secret that there used to be bad blood between Brown and Drake. Frankly, both men couldn’t keep their feelings for Rihanna in check, son. From there, these dudes were getting into bottle fights with each other and throwing countless subliminal shots. Side note, I would absolutely knee a dude in the esophagus over Thick Rihanna. I’ve already established this, brethren. All in all, a lot of clownery was in the air between the both of them, but they were finally able to put their differences aside.

In any case, the video starts off by alluding to their previous feud. So, as a plot device, both artists act like it’ll be on site if they run into one another at this party. Anyway, when they do come face-to-face, Brown challenges Drake to a dance battle. All I can say is, this scene is where Drake kills shit, man. Like, we all know that Brown is a Top 3 dancer of all-time. However, Drake’s comedic timing is worth the price of admission, fam. Keeping it a buck, this is the same ability that he showed on Saturday Night Live, bruh. The way I see it, Drake needs to go ahead and get these Hollywood dollars, brethren. To me, he’s legitimately hilarious, folks.

In the end, I’m sure that Drake will move back to acting once he gets ALL of the music money. Ultimately, as crazy as it sounds, he could probably have a longer career in film and television than music, son. Shit, I know he’s been on top of the game for a decade, but a quality actor can work for the rest of his or her life, man. By and by, folks don’t have to take my word for it, fam. Hell, just watch the video below, bruh. At the end of the day, it’s funny as shit, people. That is all. LC out.

Put Some Respeck On Wesley Snipes’ Name

So, let me be clear off rip, son. On the real, I have nothing negative to say about Mahershala Ali, man. I mean, it goes without saying, but he’s one of the best actors in the game, fam. Shit, from House of Cards to Luke Cage to True Detective to Moonlight, Ali has been consistently great, bruh. With that being said, there will be no slander on his pedigree, folks. Instead, the goal of this post is to get people to appreciate the dopeness of vintage Wesley Snipes. All in all, people need to put some respeck on his name, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, the Marvel Cinematic Universe just delivered some big news, son. Apparently, Ali is going to portray Blade in a reboot of the film series. Now, as most people know, this role was made famous by Snipes. Honestly, because of this character, Snipes was the biggest actor in Hollywood for a hot second. As a matter of fact, the first Blade movie got me in massive trouble with my mom, man.

Look, once upon a time, 13-year-old LC thought he could pull a fast one on his mother. Now, as a birthday present, I convinced my mom to take me to see Blade. Moving on, she knew it was a Rated R movie, but I neglected to tell her what the film was really about. In any case, the first five minutes of the movie features a party in the basement with a bunch of vampires dancing under blood-filled sprinklers. From there, Blade swoops in to kill them all. All I know is, my mother slapped holy fire out me and swiftly removed me from the theater.

Anyway, despite the temporary setback, I eventually saw the movie about a hundred times. All I can say is, it’s one of my favorite films, along with a myriad of work from Snipes’ catalog. Listen, this is the same man that wrecked shop in Mo’ Better BluesNew Jack CityJungle FeverWhite Men Can’t JumpMurder at 1600 and U.S. Marshals. The truth is, Snipes has a lot of movies that I’ll watch anytime they’re on television, fam. So, even though I’m a huge fan of Ali, I don’t want people to forget the greatness of Snipes.

In the end, that’s all that needs to be said, bruh. Ultimately, Snipes is a legend and should be treated as such. Besides, he gave dark-skinned dudes like me hope, son. By and by, he spoke directly to me when he put a knife through Kareem‘s hand in New Jack City and said “I never liked you anyway, pretty motherfucker.” At the end of the day, long live Wesley Snipes! Long live Blade! That is all. LC out.