So, I won’t go off on a rant about Common and Fox News because it’s been well documented already. If you haven’t seen Jon Stewart’s take on it yet, watch that. It pretty much gets to the heart of the issue, and it’s hilarious. Same old Daily Show.
Instead of ranting, I’ve come up with an idea for retribution instead. In a perfect world, I’d be able to enforce this idea in order for Fox News to maintain their broadcast license.
Fox News is so terrified and ignorant of all things that aren’t really conservative white culture, so I think it’s time they met Tyler, the Creator. Back when I used to watch Mtv in high school, they would have times where a particular artist took over the station for an afternoon, or at least pretended to. Well, that’s what should happen to Fox News. Tyler, the Creator should get to direct for a full broadcast day. FN would have to use the same cast, the same personalities, and show the same programs as usual. The only difference is that Tyler, the Creator would direct every minute of it, interjecting whatever he wants whenever he wants.
I have a feeling it would go down in history as the most cathartic day of television ever produced.
It would be perfect, because if Fox News calls a guy ‘vile’ and ‘a thug’ who has lyrics like this:
Well, the devil is wrong and God is what’s right
I fight, with myself in the ring of doubt and fear
The rain ain’t gone, but i can still see clear
As a child, given religion with no answer to why
Just told believe in jesus cuz for me he did die
Curiosity killed the catechism
Understanding and wisdom became the rhythm that i played to
And became a slave to master self
A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness and his health
My mind had dealt with the books of zen, tao the lessons
Koran and the bible, to me they all vital
Then I can’t wait to see what they do with a guy with lyrics like:
I’ll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won’t stop until the cops come in
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go ahead and fucking eat
My father’s dead, well I don’t know, we’ll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I’m so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga I’m Satan’s son