About ten years ago, Beyoncé did a music video at Gleason's Gym, where I was a coach.  She was beautiful and exciting.   Then again, she didn't exactly float like Audrey Hepburn.  She sank.

At the MTV Video Music Awards, she brought four black women whose sons were killed by police in controversial shootings as her guests to the ceremony.  Thousands of people killed by black-on-black crime in Chicago, and she tries to cause a revolution against the cops who protect the people in the hood.  Not that she'd know anything about the hood – her hood is covered in rubies and diamonds.

Beyoncé with the mothers of Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, and Oscar Grant performed "Lemonade."  Yet all those supposed victims colluded in their own demise. 

Beyoncé, who is richer than rich, more famous than famous, identifies with the poor failures who have nothing to do with her lifestyle.  She wants the advantage of both being rich and hanging with the oppressed.  As if she had any idea what that is.

Beyoncé's earlier video, "Formation," was named video of the year by the self-hating awards show.  She is igniting a revolution where she will be the dictator and hide in her mansion.

Beyoncé's bitterness is endangering the people in the hood who will recklessly riot and cause themselves to be shot.  Why doesn't she sing about something positive, like study?  Oh, that's right – she never went to college.  So she speaks about politics from a deep vat of ignorance.

She complains but does nothing to improve the situation.  She is incendiary.  She is the fire that burns down values and cooperation.

Beyoncé praises criminals like Mike Brown but does nothing to improve civilization.  She is the latest in limousine liberals.  She pats her chauffeur on the back but would never kiss him.  She is the selfish voice of narcissism. 

I put my finger down my throat and puke at the thought of all the poor she is endangering.  Lord, spare us from the spoiled singers of the world.  Their results are off key.