Kanye West watched himself on The Jimmy Kimmel Show and jerked-off.
The interview is broken down into 6-parts on YouTube, which, in the case of Kanye West, is 6-loads, 6-glorious loads. Getting-off seeing himself on camera is the final jump beyond jumping the shark which leads to the elite genre of porn known as Narcissist Porn.
The star of the genre is Bill O’Reilly. But Kanye West is vying for position of biggest dick. And not the dick in his pants. The dick on the talk show couch, the self-proclaimed “creative genius,” the man himself, Kanye West.
The only thing more exhausting than listening to celebrities complain about being famous, comparing their privileges to the captivity of zoo animals, is listening to Rand Paul explain how the Government Shutdown, and the behavior of Republicans, which lead to the Government Shutdown, is a win.
I was wrong. I’m sorry. I gave top billing to the wrong dick.
Rand Paul is officially the biggest dick. And not the dick in his pants. The dick who blended genres: Narcissist Porn with Snuff Porn to bind and gag Americans while pleasuring himself to outtakes of his appearance on CNN being spanked publicly by Candy Crowley.
As someone who’s been out of the loop, who’s coming back from being out of the country, for 10-days, 10-glorious days, the problem couldn’t be more obvious. We haven’t hit bottom, rock bottom.
Just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, it gets worse, way worse. And it’s self-imposed, which is always the case with addicts.
There’s a reason Kanye West is one of the most famous men in America, who’s married to one of the most famous women in America, Kim Kardashian. They’re a perfect reflection of who we are.
A rapper who thinks of himself as a messenger. A shopper who thinks of herself as a star on the Walk Of Fame. When did bragging get confused with rapping? When did shopping get confused with a story arc?
I’m interested in seeing the Republican Party eat shit and die.
We’re not at The End Of Days. We’re actually at the beginning of so many amazing things, like: racial equality, marriage equality, the return of D. Rose.
But the GOP is at the end. From my point-of-view, with the benefit of Outsider Eyes, I can see them for what they really are: zombies, the walking dead.
They don’t know they’re dead. They don’t know their time is past. They don’t know.
They’re still moaning and groaning like we’re supposed to care. We don’t care, sorry.
We get it, he’s black. We get it, he wasn’t born here. We get it, you’re taking a stand. We get it, you’re right. We get it, you’re always right. No, really, you’re always right and he’s always wrong, ALWAYS.
Except for the fact that the rest of us living out here in the land of reality don’t know anybody who’s never wrong. Sure, we know plenty of people who can never admit they’re wrong, and we call those people Kanye West.
Get over yourself, before it’s too late. Okay, it’s too late. But still, get over yourself.