At the glitzy launch of his new clothes
range "Puff Daddy" commented that his impending court case was "nothing,
compared to what Malcolm X went through, or Mohammed Ali."
You don't say.
Puff. You swan around with obscene displays of wealth, mink coats,
diamond rings, in-car toilets with emerald encrusted cisterns, dark glasses worth
more than the entire contents of my flat - in your own words: "Young, black
and famous, wit' money hanging out of the anus". Poetry.
But you're just a glorified young executive who would love
us to believe you're some kind of fucking artist, when the only thing people will
ever remember about you is that you had a far more famous girlfriend and that
you gave us an execrable hit song twinning an even more execrable Police song
with some pseudo-emotional sixth-form drivel about an acquaintance dying.
Malcolm X's dad was killed by the Ku Klux Klan. His family was
terrorised. You were a cute two year old model for an ice-cream company, before
going to a Catholic boys school and on to Washington to study business.
Muhammad Ali carved out an international career for himself in
the face of opposition from every quarter. He was stripped of his heavyweight
after conscientiously objecting to his Vietnam draft.
You became an arse-licking A&R man at some shite R&B
record company.
Malcolm X and Muhammad Ali changed their names to refute their
history of slavery. You changed your name because not many things rhyme with "Sean
Coombs" and calling yourself "Daddy" makes you sound like a pimp.
You got arrested twice for pulling a firearm on members of
the public, and narrowly avoided a seven year stretch by some nifty out of court
settling.
You and your pals in LA built a laddish culture of violence into
which the Nation Of Islam actually had to send people to try and calm down the
situation.
Malcolm X is dead, and remains a misunderstood symbol of the worldwide
struggle against racism. Muhammad Ali is ravaged by Parkisons disease but honoured
and admired the world over as someone who changed the consciousness of black America,
and has been given the title "Messenger of Peace" by the UN.
You, Sean Coombs, are currently in court represented by the
most expensive lawyer in the US trying to get off a charge of possessing yet another
gun and bribing your chauffeur to take the blame for it all.
You are a jumped up arrogant fuckwit who likes throwing tantrums,
flushing shitloads of cash down the pan, receiving standing ovations from your
celebrity pals like Bobby Brown, Jamie Oliver and Destiny's Child at self-congratulatory
fashion wank-fests, before pushing half-baked and uninspiring raps in our direction.
Yeah, I'd say your current predicament isn't anything compared
to that of Malcolm X and Muhammad Ali.
by
Rhodri
