I think of hip hop culture like this: Imagine you were going through a real tough time in your life, possibly through no fault of your own. Depression has set in, and hopelessness is starting to rear its head. But you are not a quitter, not going to give up. You are going to work hard and get back on your feet no matter what. One day you are coming home and you see a newborn puppy, all alone. You pick the puppy up, take him home with you. The puppy makes you feel a million times better, you love this puppy. The puppy is not directly helping your situation, actually it’s just one more thing you have to devote resources to, but the peace of mind and uplifting of spirit the puppy gives you is invaluable, and it helps to give you motivation to keep working hard. There are of course other sources of motivation in the world, but for you, it is this puppy. Eventually, through hard work your situation has become better, and is improving every day. The puppy has now grown into a young adult dog. He is a good dog most of the time, but he is starting to show signs of aggressiveness towards other people and has displayed some destructive behavior. He has growled at some neighborhood children and residents, prompting them to tell you your dog might be dangerous. You of course overlook this; he is a good dog most of the time, and you love this dog very much. One day your dog encounters a rabid raccoon. Due to its aggressive nature, it engages the raccoon, and contracts rabies (rabies being the classic “corporate greed messed up hip hop” excuse). When the dog returns to you, he is extremely aggressive and attacks everyone including you. But you give him a pass, because you love this dog. You remember when he was a puppy, made you feel better, and when he was a good dog with very minimal problems. He is not attacking 24/7, even a rabid dog has to sleep sometimes. When awake, the dog attacks everyone, has bitten people, destroyed many things. Neighbors are suing; it is costing you all kind of money to fight these lawsuits. All the progress in your life you have made is going away because you are so in love with this dog and you want to hold on to him no matter what. You tell people how he used to be a good dog, and he does not attack when he is sleeping. On the plus side, no one will rob your home, as they know you have a wildly aggressive dog inside (the frivolous “benefits” of hip hop). Although there are much more effective ways of protecting your home from robbers (any “benefits” of hip hop could be achieved through much less costly means), you opt for your rabid dog. People are telling you to get rid of the dog, but you say no. They have dogs, so why should you have to get rid of yours? They tell you it’s because their dogs are not rabid and destructive, but you believe they just don’t understand how much you love your dog and how important he was to you when you had hard times. You believe deep in your heart, that even though rabies has no cure, one day your dog will come around. Through love and understanding, your dog will return to the state that you remember him as, loving and good, with minimal problems. People say you are crazy, but you tell them they just don’t understand your dog like you do, even as the dog rips flesh from your own bones. Hip hop culture is a rabid dog. Once semi good, now it needs to be taken out back, shot in the face a few times, and buried. It’s time to get a new dog.