Louis Farrakhan never said a single thing that wasn’t true, and yet he’s been banned from both Facebook and Instagram.
I’m especially concerned about him being banned from Instagram, because I always admired his outfits, and I don’t know if there’s another good way to see pictures of Farrakhan on a regular basis.
I wonder if part of the reason he’s been deplatformed is because the powers that be don’t want black men to cultivate a masculine sense of personal style.
Meanwhile, I haven’t heard any calls to strip Chance the Rapper of his social media accounts, this despite the fact that he’s currently involved in a phony campaign to bring back spicy chicken nuggets at Wendy’s.
Not that I’m against bringing back spicy chicken nuggets at Wendy’s. In fact, I don’t understand why they keep getting rid of them.
McDonald’s only serves the McRib on occasion, when the price for pork lips and assholes is low enough for them to turn a profit, but that can’t be the case with the spicy chicken nuggets at Wendy’s, which I’m assuming are made out of the same thing as the regular chicken nuggets, i.e. ground up chicken bones treated with ammonia, to kill the salmonella.
Some people have argued that spicy chicken nuggets are the very best thing they sell at Wendy’s. Those people are dead wrong—the Baconator is the best thing Wendy’s ever came up with, followed by the vanilla frosty, even though it’s just a soft-serve cone served in a small drink cup, as if you’re retarded—but the point remains. Those are some pretty good chicken nuggets.
What I am against is fake news. I agree with the people who run the media (who don’t belong to any particular race or religion) that people shouldn’t be allowed to go on these apps and mislead the public. Hence, I don’t understand why Chance the Rapper is allowed to front like he’s not being paid to shill for Wendy’s.
The other day, in a Rev. Run-style inspirational tweet, Chance called for Wendy’s to bring back spicy chicken nuggets. In a quote tweet, Wendy’s responded that if their tweet got two million likes, they’d bring the nuggets back. Neither this tweet nor Chance’s original tweet was labeled as an ad.
According to Twitter’s own rules, sponsored tweets have to be labeled as such. We know that Chance the Rapper was paid for this bullshit for the following reasons:
1) Wendy’s has a long history with hip-hop. As Ghostface once pointed out, when Biggie died, they came out with Biggie Fries. I don’t care if the timelines don’t match up. That shit feels true, emotionally.
2) Chance the Rapper has been known to shill for brands. A few years ago, they had him out here singing about Kit Kat bars, as if he were Mary J. Blige singing about the crispy chicken and fresh lettuce at Burger King.
If Chance charges money to advertise candy bars, why would he advertise chicken nuggets for free?
3) Chance the Rapper has been known to pull BS publicity stunts. When he pretended to donate $1 million to the public schools in Chicago, a while back, the money really came from the same virulent homophobe who owns Coachella.
4) Chance the Rapper will do anything for money. He only married his baby’s mother after he purposely rented a shitty apartment in an attempt to convince a judge that he shouldn’t have to pay more in child support than he was paying in rent.
5) Chance the Rapper is a member of the alt-right. He’s in cahoots with Chicago Cubs owner Joe Ricketts, who donated $1 million to Trump’s campaign. After Chance co-signed Kanye’s MAGA shtick, Ricketts gave him the rights to defunct local news blog Chicagoist.
If Louis Farrakhan can be banned from both Facebook and Instagram for no apparent reason, it’s only right that Chance the Rapper is similarly deplatformed. He’s clearly in violation of Twitter’s terms of service, and his political views are such that he shouldn’t be allowed on Facebook and Instagram, regardless of whether or not he’s done anything wrong—I mean, if that’s their policy.
There’s an election coming up. I need to feel confident that everything I read on the Internets is true.
Take it easy on yourself,
P.S. I sent out the very first issue of Life in a Shanty Town five years ago yesterday. Can you believe it’s been five years already? I was let go from XXL right around the five-year mark, like a day before my 30th birthday. Fortunately, it’s almost impossible to prevent someone from sending an email. Even people in prison have email. Here’s to five more years of this bullshit!