Another Sign the World is Ending: HAMILTON gets a PULITZER

A Pulitzer Prize is supposed to mean something.

It's a sign of art. It's a sign of culture. It's a sign of intelligence.

Those three things are missing from what the monkeys call "hip hop." When you can't even think of an intelligent name for your music, that's a sign of STOOOOOOPID.

Consider that the assholes who like AC/DC and Motorhead call their shit "heavy metal." That's a name that has a slight bit of class to it. At the very least, it's heavy. "Hip Hop" ain't heavy ("rap" might be).

"Hamilton" is called the "hip hop" musical. What that means is that for 2 hours, niggas in 18th Century garb strut and posture while spouting inane nursery rhymes to ugly thudding BEATS.

It just won a fucking PULITZER PRIZE for its star and creator, Lin-Manuel Miranda, 36. "I'm humbled," this jerk said. You better be, howler monkey. The Pulitzer morons have validated simian idiocy as art. It was bad enough when Rolling Stone began taking KUNTYE seriously and analyzing his self-involved lyrics. Now THIS.

Lest you think I'm totally racist, I'll add that I was also disgusted when "Jesus Christ Superstar" came to Broadway, and that other fuckup about Joseph and his supercool colorful zoot suit. The idea that we have to dumb down the legends of a Jesus Christ or Alexander Hamilton so that idiot hippies and dopey mandrills can understand it...is DUMB. Jesus doesn't need to be a superstar, and if you listen to that stupid musical now, it seems very pretentious.

That might not be the case with "Hamilton" because in another ten or twenty years, the planet will either be destroyed, or loaded up with blacks and Latinos who consider arrogant syncopated over-rhyming and noisy BEATS to be art. So when Isis destroys all the Rembrandts it'll be, "So? They didn't touch the original artwork used for the covers of classic comic books, did they?"

When The Big O, Barry Hussein O'Bummer showed up to see this fucking hot ticket, most news broadcasts offered a minute or two of "Hamilton." What I saw was shockingly disrespectful and inane. It was almost like a parody, like Dick Shawn's Hitler shit in "The Producers." This could've been part of a black (as in dark, miserable, cynical) comedy: "Niggas decide to do a hip-hop musical on historical figures. They have the founding fathers high-fiving each other, calling each other slang names, and bein' real FUNKY."

Put it this way, when Lord Buckley changed Shakespeare, The Bible and Poe into "Hipsomatic" monologues, it was for LAUGHS. People appreciated it as a NOVELTY. I love Buckleys version of Jonah and the Whale: "Lord, can you dig me in this here fish?" "I got you covered, Jonah." "Man, that's why I dig the cat so much. He got me covered? He got me sooooo-rounded!"

I think there's a difference between slapping Buckley on the back for a cool novelty, and giving a fucking PULITZER PRIZE to some 30-something mongrel for throwing a rhyming dictionary into a blender full of hot chocolate. What next, Kuntye gets the Presidential Medal of Freedom? Beyonce gets her face on the $20 bill?