When the Funk Hits the Fan
"When the funk hits the fan, we see how you ain’t shit man, come on get with me, GET WITH ME. When the funk hits the fan, you gon’ lie all you can, but it’s all riiiiiiiiight."
Listen, in this post, I’m probably not about to tell you anything that you don’t already know about Steve Harvey. We already knew he wasn’t shit, and his recent interview with the Hollywood Reporter is just further proof. Harvey revealed that his wife told him to skip that infamous meeting with Donald Trump at the Injustice League Headquarters, but he decided not to listen to her. He stated that he was not prepared for the backlash that he received, much of which included him being called ‘coon,’ ‘sell out,’ and a ‘bald headed Uncle Tom with big ass chiclets for teeth.’
“God, I should have just listened,” he said. NO. SHIT. SHERLOCK.
When will ya’ll start listening to black women? We don’t say shit for our health. I mean, seriously though Steve, what did you expect? You knew what you were doing when you walked your ass into that building. Sir, don’t let this little Family Feud money go to your head.
We remember you as the originator of the lace front wig. Back in the day, Steve had the smoothest edges in the game courtesy of black spray paint and a ruler (don’t forget the Sharpie that he used for true definition on his side burns).
#NeverForget
I’m not going to lie, I used to rock with Steve Harvey back in the day. "The Steve Harvey Show" will always be a class act (RIP Romeo), and his set on the "Kings of Comedy" is legendary. But in recent years, Steve’s common sense has gone out the window. (He should honestly throw that fake ass mustache out right behind it, but I digress).
From making sick jokes about the water crisis in Flint, Mich., to continuing to show undying support for Bill Cosby, Harvey has consistently proven that he has lost touch with the black community. Not once in the article did he mention that he should have never agreed to work with Trump in the first place. Instead, he focuses on the flack that he caught for doing it publicly.
In fact, a few days after the initial meeting he stated that he would meet Trump in a chair, on the stairs, in the air, he would meet Trump anywhere. He’s not sorry that he did it. He’s sorry that he got caught, which is just like a [REDACTED].
All in all, I firmly believe that he might be the only Que in history that doesn’t know how to cook chicken. He’s probably never seasoned that chicken in a trash bag in his entire life. He probably doesn’t know how to eat [REDACTED] either. He just got that look about him. And did I mention that he’s a grown ass man that needs Hooked on Phonics? I mean, that’s not uncommon for Ques, but this man is sixty ya’ll. SIXTY.
Oh, let’s not forget his infamous “Get out of my room Mom” memo that he sent to his staffers. The icing on the cake is that he still continues to sell his tacky ass extra-long pin stripe suits with complimentary Stacy Adams at K&G. The only people wearing those suits are members of the Deacon Board and my uncle whenever he’s trying to make my aunt jealous while she’s with her new man. Seriously, those suits aren’t even allowed at the Player’s Ball.
So come on and sing it with me now…
"When the funk hits the fan, we see how you ain’t shit man, come on get with me, GET WITH ME. When the funk hits the fan, you gon’ lie all you can, but it’s all riiiiiiiiight."
