Rated R

Warning: this is not an explicit post. Just some much needed ranting.

I'm convinced y'all, R. Kelly did not get enough hugs as a child.

His latest song is the straw that broke the camels back. What in the hell is wrong with this fool? I mean back in the day, those little R&B operas with Ron Isley, Kelly Price, or whoever was available to lay a track, were cool. I mean it was different.

But now the shit is just annoying. I mean after a while, shouldn't your dumb ass know better than to hook up with a married woman and then run the risk of getting beat down by Mr. Biggs and left out in the desert?

If you've heard this song, you probably are shaking your head. If you haven't, then here's brief synopsis.

On this latest song, he's singing about how he hooked up with some broad at the club, she takes him home, and they're about to get it on until, oh, uh....

Her husband comes home!

Well, the twist on this scenario is that the heffa isn't married to Mr. Biggs this time but rather some preacher man. In anycase, he wants to leave, but she lives on the fifth floor, so jumping out the window is out of the question. So, he decides to hide in the closet. While R. Kelly is up in the closet, the broad is fixing her man something to eat and later they make their way to bed. Now this is where shit goes downhill. R. Kelly's cell phone rings.

How in the hell do you forget to turn off your damn phone?

Okay, I digress, so the preacher goes looking for the source of the ring. He checks the shower (why?) and then the closet where R-ra is hiding. Next thing I know R. Kelly has cocked his Magnum ready to shoot this man.

How do you shoot a man in his own house?

Okay, I promise I won't digress again. Anyway, the preacher opens the door and sees Kelly with the gun in his hand. Well, R-ra and the preacher go back and forth and eventually the preacher confesses that he keeping secrets and comes out of the closet himself.

What the hell?

I can't take this anymore, I'm about to make a trip to Chicago, to beat R-ra's ass.

Would somebody please, over the age of 18 preferably, give this man a hug?