So…as I’m watching the Grammys there at the end they come to the Best Rap Album of the Year Award. Okay. Clearly… rap isn’t my thing for the most part, but I’m a very fair guy at the end of the day and of course I’m Michael Jackson. So former stripper Cardi B becomes the first ever woman solo performer in the 61 year history of the Grammys to win this ‘esteemed’ award. I admit…I didn’t buy the disc. I’ve seen her and you know dealt with it in my own way in a dismissive manner. I’m a First Amendment guy to the core…and at the end of the day if this is what dumbasses want to do with their time and money that’s their call. I would think they’d be better served going to a strip bar. But…whatever.
Trump as the sitting POTUS and Cardi B as a Grammy winner. I wonder if he’ll invite her to the White House?
Maybe.
Maybe Cardi and Kanye could team up to unseat Trump in the 2020 GOP presidential primaries. Maybe the groveling Lindsey Graham will become a rapper.
Don’t laugh.
I feel old. I feel like A Man Named Ove. The world has changed. Beyond recognition at times. Yet Russell Westbrook likes Taylor Swift. Nothing makes sense. Kevin Durant can’t even rap as good as I can. The world is in a crazy flux to be sure.
I better come to terms with Cardi B.