What to do with Kanye West’s sunken place tweets and his upcoming (allegedly) dope music

Advice on how to handle the most recent barrage of fake-woke tweets.

Don't fall for Kanye's seeds of “wisdom” he's been spreading upon the masses.

Apr 23, 2018
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Kanye West (Photo by Vivien Killilea/Getty Images)

Kanye West been playing with folks’ emotions over the past few days.

It’s a testament to his level of influence that he can take protracted social media breaks, return like he was never gone and have his nearly 15 million Twitter followers hang on to his every word like it’s gospel.

And boy, has that gospel smelled like asswater of late. Over the past week or so, West has been tweeting a lot of New-Age-y, faux-intellectual goofball sh*t that reads like he scanned the Cliffs Notes from a few of Oprah’s Book Club selections and then decided to disseminate the seeds of “wisdom” upon the masses.

Just take a look at these gems:

Good stuff, ‘Ye. Glad to know you’re mulling over the state of sensory “dementions” and the suppressed desires of screaming babies so us plebs don’t have to. And, because Kanye stans lack the gift of discernment when it comes to his every move, they’re eating up everything he’s tweeting like they’re in an entry-level Scientology course.

It was all innocent enough until he reminded us how far he’s fallen since “George Bush doesn’t care about Black people.”


For the uninitiated, Candace Owens is a magna cum laude graduate of the “Stacey Dash School of Fine But Confused Black Women.” She espouses rugged conservatism, loves her some Donald Trump and routinely shits on Black Lives Matter.

Ol’ girl has seriously copped a time share in the Sunken Place.

Of course, West’s tweets will give Owens the profile she doesn’t deserve, and now all the poop-butt, rebel flag-waving, Fox News-loving ass-clowns (we see you Lara Ingraham, Roseanne Barr and Mark Dice) are embracing him like that one token Black dude that Kenny from The Cosby Show kept playing when he got older.

This isn’t West’s first foray into MAGA-dom. He’s been an open homie of your white husband’s aunt’s president’s since he hit the White House, just like his mother-in-law. To his credit, though, West doubles down on his beliefs instead of turning bitch and deleting tweets when the dragging starts.

Just when I’d dismissed West on some “thiiiiis n—- right here” sh*t, he fires off a series of tweets that actually matter to me for real.

 

Are you kidding? A Kanye West-produced Nas album?!? We all know Nas’ beat selection is generally trashbag, but there’s no way West would give one of his original idols a whole album full of duds, right? And a new Pusha T album in a month? That news made me wanna throw my face on a pile of cocaine like Tony at the end of Scarface.  

As he’s a constant bastion of controversy and member of the gonorrhea-strain-hosting Kardashian Klan, it’s easy sometimes to forget that West is actually a musical genius. The current zeitgeist demands that we not separate artists from their real-life beliefs and actions, but West being a Trump supporter, walking around looking like an Eminem superfan circa-2000 is not, like R. Kelly-bad. At least, it’s not enough to not get me excited about his new music.

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All of this could be a genius marketing ploy—social media ridiculousness to bring attention to the fact that his music is about to own the summer of 2018. His vanity clearly won’t allow him to care about the fact that your broke, student loan-having, working-class ass thinks he’s in the Sunken Place.

My advice is to dismiss the fake-woke tweets, find a better role model and enjoy the music when it comes through. I, too, am aggravated that he gave props to Owens, but then, I don’t really care about his politics. Unless, he gives us another Yeezus…then I’ll jump on the drag Kanye bandwagon.

Dustin J. Seibert is a native Detroiter living in Chicago. Miraculously, people have paid him to be aggressively light-skinned via a computer keyboard for nearly two decades. He loves his own mama slightly more than he loves music and exercises every day only so his French fry intake doesn’t catch up to him. Find him at his own site, wafflecolored.com.

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