Somehow the pundits on social media hailed Beyoncé’s performance as a profound political statement.

Seriously?

I hate to break this to America, but Beyoncé Knowles awful half-time show at Stupor Bowl 2016 was embarrassing to watch. There’s no other way to put it.

Beyoncé’s musical statement was merely a cynical way to promote herself and her crappy music. Black Lives Matter is the topic du jour at the moment so she used the Stupor Bowl as a forum to…announce her upcoming tour..!

She’s not exactly out in the hood fighting against The Man. She is exploiting the Black Lives Matter movement for personal gain. Look at all the corporate sponsors footing the bill for Beyonce’s gigs. Those companies don’t give a shit about Black lives, nor do they have any of her fans’ best interests in mind.

Let’s be frank: FORMATION is a piece of shit. Someone has to say it. How can people seriously review this lame-ass song as if it were some kind of work of art?

And what the hell is FORMATION about, anyway? Yes, you are a star Beyoncé because you ‘slay’. Oh yes, you best to believe it.

What an empowering message, right?! WTF?

FORMATION is utterly without artistic merit; a celebration of banality and mediocrity on a massive scale. From what I can gather, the take-home message of FORMATION can be briefly summarized as follows:

1. “I am really, really proud of myself…”

My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana

You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma

I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros

I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils

Get what’s mine, take what’s mine

I’m a star, I’m a star

2. “I like to scowl and contort my body and I invite all the other scowling bitches to join me on a vague, unspecified mission…”

Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay

Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay

Prove to me you got some coordination

Slay trick, or you get eliminated

3. “If you sexually satisfy me to a sufficiently high degree you will be rewarded with dinner at Red Lobster and a trip to the mall…”

When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay

If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper,

cause I slay, Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s,

let him shop up, cause I slay

I still can’t quite grasp how Black Lives Matter is compatible with the message of the song. If anyone thinks that Beyoncé and her husband Jay-Z have a political bone in their bodies, they are woefully naive.

FORMATION was released just in time to cynically cash in on whatever meme was popular at the moment, with the blessing of the corporate paymasters who funded them.

There are many people who believe in diversity, and they would love nothing more than to see a tolerant society built upon fairness, equality and justice. Beyoncé simply co-modified it and dressed the message up as ‘entertainment.’ Her performance at the Stupor Bowl has absolutely no relevance to the issues highlighted by her dubious appropriation of the black power\liberation politics of the 1960s.

It was made out to be some kind of tribute to the Black Panthers, but I didn’t see it. A group of Black women jumping around in slutty faux-leather costumes does not constitute a political statement. Sorry.

Somebody held up a sign. Whoop-tee-freakin-doo.

What Beyoncé tried and failed to do was nothing more than empty sloganeering. She has proven herself to be a willing corporate shill for whatever social cause can maintain her unwarranted celebrity. On her last tour she was parading around the stage with a giant FEMINIST sign behind her despite the fact that her clothing line is manufactured by women paid slave wages toiling away in sweatshops.

If her half-time performance was supposed to inspire black people to be proud of their race then it is the race to the bottom; a race to the sump heap of a depraved culture.

One final thought: WTF is up with that dude Chris Martin from COLDPLAY? Why was he hunched over like Quasimodo the whole time? He’s got to have the worst fucking posture on the planet. Stand up straight, godammit!

And what are we to make of Bruno Mars? Who did he have to blow to get his 15 minutes of fame? Sure, the guy can dance but…so can eight million other people…

I stand by my original assessment.