Channeling My Inner Will Smith

Sometimes don’t you wish you could do what Will Smith did?

Photo by Baylee Gramling on Unsplash

I’m not normally a violent person. As a matter of fact, I am the kind of person who goes out of my way to avoid violence. It’s not that I’m a peacenik or uber religious or anything. I just bruise easily. And I don’t like the sight of blood. I’ve always subscribed to the idea that “he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.” Or, as my high school art teacher once put it:

“Dishonor before death, pain, or discomfort.”

I didn’t watch the Oscars. I never watch that kind of stuff because I’m not up on my movies enough to know who deserves what. Most of the movies I have never even heard of. I don’t even get cable TV anymore because it has become a colostomy bag for mediocre talent.

I have to admit I laughed when I saw the video of Will Smith taking a shot at Chris Rock though. I always liked Will Smith. He was the Black rapper that was acceptable to white parents. He didn’t use profanity or glorify drugs and crime. He didn’t look like a thug with the tattoos, the gold chain, the grill, and the bling-bling. He was the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. He was a Man in Black. He was a good guy.

Chris Rock, on the other hand, is just plain crude. His kind of humor is just an exploitation of…