Damn, Darkness: RIP Charlie Murphy

Damn, son. *Sigh* All I can do is shake my head, man. On the real, Rest In Peace to Charlie Murphy. Cancer has taken yet another victim, bruh. Now, contrary to what some news outlets might say, Charlie was way more than Eddie Murphy‘s older brother. In fact, he was a master storyteller, a quick-witted verbal flame thrower and a dude who was hilariously menacing. All in all, we lost a great talent and his legacy should be celebrated.

Now, maybe I’m dating myself, but my first real memory of Murphy was in the movie CB4. Yeah, I know he was in a few films before that, including a couple of Spike Lee joints, but I vividly remember him as Gusto. Look, I got endless joy out of watching him terrorize Albert (Chris Rock). His aggression was always funny and it made every scene entertaining to watch.

Moving on, as time progressed, he found himself on every visual medium imaginable. However; no one will ever forget his role on Chappelle’s Show. Listen, everything he did with Dave Chappelle on that show was gold, son. EVERYTHING, man! Whether we’re talking about “Charlie Murphy’s True Hollywood Stories” or “The Mad Real World” or the “Player Hater’s Ball,” Murphy created nothing but classic material, fam.

Ok, keeping it a buck, Chappelle may be the greatest comedian of all time. With that being said, the most memorable material from his show might actually be Murphy’s stories about Rick James and Prince. Think about that for a second, man. That’s how great Murphy was. Even legends like Chappelle and his brother Eddie knew how phenomenal Charlie was. As Eddie always said, Charlie was “his best impression.”

In the end, Murphy deserves his respect. He put in the time and the effort to be considered an icon. Now, let’s celebrate his memory by slapping a “habitual line-stepper” and then eating a plate of pancakes. RIP Charlie Murphy!

P.S. Prayers up to Murphy’s children. Due to his untimely demise from leukemia, his kids are now technically orphans. Unfortunately, Murphy’s wife, Tisha Taylor, died from cervical cancer in 2009. I swear, cancer might be the worst thing to ever plague humanity, man. That is all.

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A Letter To Chrisette Michele

Dear Chrisette Michele,

I rarely use the phrase “real talk,” but real talk, you need to go away now. At this point, none of us care about whatever logic you’ve used to justify performing at Donald Trump’s inauguration. The damage has already been done, lady. On the real, my main gripe with you is the fact that you don’t seem to understand how you’ve fucked up. As weird as it sounds, I would’ve respected you more if you just said you did it for the money. However; if you really think you’ve helped the disenfranchised in any way with your performance, you’re more lost than I was while watching Lost.

Now, ever since Black people began to drag you for filth on social media, you’ve been trying to explain your actions. I’ve seen a lot of bullshit about “being heard” and “helping,” and all of it made me want to barf. Listen, did you really think a falsetto was going to stop the Trump administration from its impending fuckery? Did your song stop him from appointing racists to his cabinet? Did your song stop him from vowing to continue DAPL? Did your song stop him from decreasing FHA mortgage insurance? Did your song stop him from threatening to send the Feds into Chicago? Did your song stop him from promising to cut a variety of cultural programs across the nation? Do you see my point, Chrisette? YOUR SONG DIDN’T MEAN SHIT!

Look, after all of that, I didn’t even mention the fact that Trump didn’t have the decency to shake your hand. So, in the end, you’ve sacrificed your integrity and the support of YOUR people for absolutely nothing. Shit, you’ve even admitted that some of your family members have now disowned you. So, ask yourself a question: was it all worth it? I didn’t think so, Chrisette. I didn’t think so.

Oh, by the way, how DARE you take aim at Spike Lee the way you did? You had the audacity to utter the words “fuck you” to Spike Lee? Shelton Jackson Lee?! A man who has dedicated his entire film career to speaking about issues that affect the Black community? That’s the dude you’ve decided to disrespect? All because he no longer wanted to use your song in his show? You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, woman! I won’t front like I’ve enjoyed all of his latter movies, but he’s also never disgraced himself as a Black person. As of right now, that’s a crown you seem eager to flaunt and parade around.

All in all, just take your L and go home. Disappear. Poof, be gone. At this particular junction, you were already a niche artist who depended on a core fan base to keep your career going. Good luck selling tickets now, though. You’ve shitted on the people that always had your back. I hope that Trump paycheck is comforting. That might be all you have in the immediate future.

Sincerely,

A disappointed former fan who bought your first, second and fourth albums