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2011’s Best Overall Human - Kanye West

“I got my niggas in Paris and we goin’ gorilla.” What a man does with all that power. End of story.

Nobody else could be depended upon to define post-racialism except Kanye West. He was too young, too brash and too early when he brazenly claimed that “George Bush didn’t care about black people.” It took him commandeering the stage like so many stereotypical thugs at the VMAs, shrugging and making a tiny white girl both insignificant and empowered at the same time in the wake of Barack Obama’s election to gain the “Power” he so famously discusses.

With the power, he joined his mentor Jay-Z to release Watch the Throne, an album that ostentatiously celebrates black dominance. It’s like Huey Newton on growth hormones taking 10ccs of steroids, a frightening yet beautiful ogre punching in the face of American racial history, pushing all the buttons and asking all the questions in an up front manner, with blacks in theoretical control.

“Niggas in Paris” is amazing. Kanye wants white people to happily scream and yell long-hated obscenities about his black friends looking like apes in a glorious and opulent land. He won’t even judge people to their face, instead glady taking hundreds of their dollars and dropping the track OVER AND OVER AND OVER again to obsequiously make a point, laughing and smiling to the bank, game, set, match. Making it in a remade America. That shit cray. Thatshitcray.