THE DEATH OF RAP
The Final Bad-Boy Video Had No Music
The biggest of the big in hip-hop have fallen and they can’t get up. The era of the Rap Mogul officially came to a crashing fiery close when the world saw that video of a middle-aged, half naked, fully insane Sean “Puffy-Puff Daddy- P Diddy” Combs laying a 1970s pimp-style beating on a very young woman on a hotel video surveillance camera. And in case you just landed on Earth and haven’t tuned in to our media yet, there is absolute zero deniability that this guy is the scummiest scumbag that you can imagine. Stick a fork in this guy because he is done. Smart money says you’ll never see his ass stateside again.
The Set Up & The Background
He can’t escape the demolition of the life he built for himself because the magic of video can make mountains crumble to rubble; as long as the mountains are made of men with melinated skin. I mean, you could be a rich and famous White man and brag about your particular style of sexual assault and get elected president. But I digress. This is not about well-polished piles of dogshit dressed in tailor-made suits and the crimes against humanity they get away with. This is about us, and how our culture of wealth-worship and blind-followship is poised to divest us of the greatest cultural asset we own. Or at least kind of own. That asset is hip hop…
