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That's all in the past, right? Ludacris -- who performs this week at H-Town Arena Theatre -- might tell you another story. A while back, following the success of his album Word of Mouf and his Disturbing tha Peace posse record Golden Grain, he was signed by Pepsi as a spokesman. Pepsi filmed a commercial and was all set to release it until Fox News's Bill O'Reilly got wind of the deal.
O'Reilly knows a good way to divert attention away from the fact that Bush and company are screwing conservatives just as hard as liberals when he sees one, and he saw a golden opportunity in Pepsi's attempt to get hip with the street kids. According to O'Reilly, Luda's music "is demeaning just about everybody, and is peddling antisocial behavior" and his message is "Be an outlaw. Take narcotics. Abuse people. Punch people. Hurt people." O'Reilly urged his viewers to boycott Pepsi.
Redefining the phrase "craven capitulation," Pepsi caved a day later, without even officially informing Ludacris. The ad was canceled. A few months later, Ozzy Osbourne was signed as a Pepsi spokesman. O'Reilly was strangely silent. Russell Simmons urged the hip-hop nation to boycott Pepsi. Eventually, a compromise was reached wherein Pepsi agreed to pay Ludacris's charitable foundation a few million, and all boycotts were off. (Until recently, when Luda and Snoop Dogg accused O'Reilly of letting the nasty-ass hos in their room on his latest album, Chicken-n-Beer. )
What's to be learned from all this racial brinkmanship and corporate bullshit? One, O'Reilly was partially right about Luda's message. Want antisocial behavior? How about these lines from Luda's hilarious but shocking little ditty "Move Bitch": "I'm doin' a hundred on the highway / So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way / I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober / and you about to get ran the fuck over." Want narcotics? Well, if you consider weed a narcotic, there are plenty of examples of Luda extolling the pleasures of sticky-icky to choose from, and women who find the terms "ho" and "bitch" demeaning can also find plenty of selections. (Though Luda admits that most men are hos, too.)
Still, O'Reilly whiffed. Shit, the guy's named Ludacris for a reason. He's a joker, a human cartoon character, rap's foremost court jester. The very essence of his humor is its Richard Pryor-like "Did he really just say that?" outrageousness, an absurdity that matches the 'fro that leaps a foot in all directions when his cornrows are unbound. That's Ludacris. The guy behind that character is named Chris Bridges -- and he's the guy behind the Ludacris Foundation, the one that "provides gifts, grants and scholarships to foster care shelters, stay-in-school and high school athletics programs, book drives/reading and art appreciation programs and many other initiatives."
"We applaud Pepsi's decision, but there's a bigger story here," O'Reilly intoned after his victory, "and that is our growing trend in America to reward disgraceful behavior." But where was O'Reilly when Pepsi signed Ozzy? Sure, he's America's favorite dad and all that, but he's also the fucking prince of fucking darkness, and only Satan, Sharon, his doctor and his pharmacist know what was coursing through his veins on the Osbournes set. Jeez, talk about "disgraceful behavior" -- this guy once snorted a line of ants, this guy once bit the heads off a bat and a dove, this guy once pissed on the fucking Alamo. Then there was the time he guzzled four bottles of vodka on the flight home from Moscow and then tried to strangle Sharon. And somehow O'Reilly thinks he's a more wholesome spokesman than Ludacris? ("I see that Eminem gets in trouble for singing about killing his wife," Sharon noted in the Guardian. "At least my husband actually tried to do it!")
For many of the same reasons he got Ludacris canned from the Pepsi deal, O'Reilly also managed to kill Snoop Dogg's appearance in the film A Very Muppet Christmas. And yet somehow, O'Reilly zipped his lip when Alice Cooper got a similar Muppets gig. Hell, O'Reilly's an Alice Cooper fan. "I always thought the guy could -- wrote pretty good songs, you know," he said in 1999. Pretty good songs? Maybe he was thinking of "I Love the Dead," which could have been penned by Jeffrey Dahmer and goes a little something like this: "I love the dead before they're cold / Their blueing flesh for me to hold / Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing / I love the dead before they rise / No farewells, no goodbyes / I never even knew your now-rotting face / While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave / I have other uses for you, darling." Cooper revisited the necrophilia angle with a song about his refrigerated lover Ethyl. "One thing / No lie / Ethyl's frigid as an Eskimo pie / She's cool in bed / Well she oughta be 'cause Ethyl's dead."