Kanye wrote a song about his fake-assed, bimbo, ex wife trying unsuccessfully to run his life, called Robo Cop, and at least she was giving him her (well worn) pussy. But we’re supposed to believe he’s letting a personal trainer be the shot caller in his life? How exactly is “the help” (a peripheral, easily-replaceable bit player) qualified to make billion dollar decisions in a cultural icon’s life? Also, why isn’t blm rioting in protest of this obvious white nationalist abusing and threatening Kanye? You’d think this situation would be a wet dream for them.