Kanye About As Deep As a Chick-fil-A Dipping Sauce

Kanye West said some shit. Kanye West said some dumb shit. Kanye West said some dumb shit, again.

It’s a never ending cycle of Kanye saying dumb shit. To be honest, the dumb shit he said ain’t even worth going into it. And I know his mental health isn’t where it needs to be. And that is troubling. Because Kanye’s music help me get through some stressful times in my life. But his mental health, or lack thereof, is no excuse for Kanye morphing from the pro-black backpack rocking young man Donda West was proud of to the anti-black MAGA hat rocking grown man Donald Trump is proud of.

The old Ye died long ago.

And I think we’ve accepted that. We laugh at the dumb shit he says, now. We are no longer in shock. We are no longer yearning or hoping for the old Ye to resurrect. The old Ye ain’t coming back. The new Ye is Ye. Well, actually, the new Ye has been around so long that he’s the old Ye, and the old Ye is actually the ancient Ye. But anyway, the new (but really old) Ye is about as deep as Mount Everest. The new (but really old) Ye, in his quest to sound deeper than the Mariana Trench, decided that he is going to run for president.

*President of what?*

The United States.

*The United States of what?*

The United States of America.

Anyway, he decided that he is going to run for president, which honestly has turned into a ghetto ass occupation, so in the back of my mind, I should be like fuck it, why not. And in his first campaign rally, the new (but really the old) Ye displayed unhealthy emotional breakdowns while managing to insert Harriet Tubman in the discussion, saying the Underground Railroad legend “never actually freed the slaves, she just had them work for other white people.” Now, before you say, “Welllllll, he was actually saying that she helped freed slaves in the South only for them to become slaves to other white people in the North.”

And to that, I reply, “I know, n*gga. But, no, n*gga.”

There is a difference between being considered as chattel and actually being paid to work, no matter how “demeaning” you consider the work. You want to know what’s worse than being someone’s paid maid for northern white folks? Being someone’s unpaid cotton picking slave for southern white folks. And the kiddie pool deep shit didn’t end there. The “political” rally was littered with statements so shallow, my 4 year old would look like Michael Phelps if she swam in them. Like, y’all would call this child Michaela Phelps.

Kanye on Abortion..Kiddie Pool Deep
Kanye on Gun Control..Polynesian Dipping Sauce Deep
Kanye on Big Pharmacy..Pothole That Won’t Fuck Your Car Up Deep

I think I’m just going to end it here. I’ve typed more words than I should’ve. And that’s my fault. I blame ancient Ye for making me even care this much about the new (but really the old) Ye.

Leslie McLemore writes about a lot of different shit for Black With No Chaser. He is also the Takeaway Kang and is the father of two beautiful girls, one of which gets on every nerve he has. The other one is sweet. So, you know, balance. 

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