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Flavor Flav is Tasteless

I was surfing television the other day and came across a program that I found interesting, to say the least. I was spellbound––not quite believing my eyes.

Call the National Guard, there is an emergency.

Have you seen Flavor Flav?

His real name is William Jonathan Drayton, Jr. He is a rapper, a classically trained pianist and trombonist, and a member of the hip-hop group Public Enemy. He has been a New York disc jockey.

His reality show is the Flavor of Love. Flavor Flav is flamboyant, with ridiculous clothing like a flaming pink tuxedo with a top hat and a huge clock around his neck, which is his trademark. Flavor Flav lives in a mansion and there are large clocks all over the walls, but Flavor apparently doesn’t know what time is it.

Flavor is a pimp, a comic, a joke, and a playboy who rides in a stretch limousine. He is famous for saying “Yeah boy.” And he answers his own question.

The show portrays him as a master lover. The women are competing for his attention, his company, and his time. They want him to be their man. The story line is the date, the screening, and the female competition. The show depicts Mr. Flav on a trip having a romantic interlude. The image is one of a pimp a Mack daddy with his women. It is funny because it is so ridiculous.

Who would be after him? Who would even date him? He is just not all that, even in the modern age of whatever. Whatever happened to quality and dignity and real manhood and womanhood?

The imagery of Flav is a bit much. Ignorant isn’t the word; he is awful looking––ugly is the perfect description.
He is insulting and obnoxious.
He insults manhood.

Why is this show on TV? Our standards have absolutely gone to the dogs. We are crazy and we wonder about our children. Is this real? He exemplifies everything that is wrong. What would a real parent do if your daughter brought Flavor Flav home for dinner?

Flavor Flav is a throwback to the stereotypical days of Steppin Fetchit. He might as well scratch his head, buck his eyes and tap dance.

As we travel the road to the White House with Barack Obama and measure the progress that has been made in this country, Flav Flav makes us stop and ask ourselves if we really moved forward.

If you haven’t seen Flavor Flav, please look so that you can have a jolting, laughing experience. But then pick up a pen and write the station and express your insult and outrage.

The FCC needs to hold a special session to take Flavor of Love off the air.

And here’s the irony: I watched the show for one hour in disbelief.
I was surfing to get the news of the day.
Oops.