I am with Chris Brown. Do not apologize to another soul.
I also have a word for the unrelenting Chris haters: there is something called “a life” on sale at the local store. Go and get one.
Many of Brown’s rabid critics remind me of the congressman who rails against homosexuality, only to find out later that he was a closet-gay person himself.
Flawed human beings love shining the spotlight on another person’s deficiency. It keeps the lights off their own shortcomings.
But with Brown’s album Fame selling 270,000 to secure the top spot on the Billboard album charts — good, but not great numbers — it is nonetheless a loud statement made by his fans: Brown doesn’t wear a saddle on his back, so you cannot ride him into the ground.
I remember when I learned my sister‘s boyfriend put his hands on her. Armed with a pipe and a baseball bat, my brother and I took off in a car towards his house. Luckily for him and for us, we never found him or else we’d still be making license plates for 20 cents an hour. Today, while I will never be his friend and don’t care to ever speak to him, we have moved on. After awhile, you must move on.
Of course, Brown was deservedly knocked down multiple notches for beating up a young woman. He came off like a punk for beating Rihanna like she was a man. He may never, and perhaps doesn’t deserve to, scale to the height he seemed destined to ascend to. It is pretty obvious by now that Brown is the most talented off all the musical successors of Michael Jackson, and that includes Usher, Justin Timberlake and Ne-Yo.
So the question is: how much more punishment does this man need to take? You mean to tell me that the woman he pummeled, Rihanna, can forgive him and move on, but you mainstream minions cannot?
If Brown were so disgusting, then I would love for someone to explain how his appearance generated an astounding TV audience of 19 million people, the most of any show in the history of “Dancing with the Stars”?
There is no answer. It’s just hypocrisy, plain and simple. –terry shropshire
