Jill Scott Has Billy Cosby’s Back

You’ve got to be pretty fucking brave to stick your neck out for Bill Cosby right about now. Or really fucking stupid. I’d give Jill Scott the ‘brave’ end if it weren’t for her lame defense. ‘The media is trying to destroy a good man’ is the stale crap Cosby’s overpaid defense attorneys and public relations are paid on retainer. Unless Bob Crane rises from the dead with a reel of Super-8 shot in Cosby’s 1970’s sweet at Harrah’s, there’s never going to be substantiated proof of decades old crimes. It’s a strawman. I can’t prove that Attila the Hun liked to club people to death, but people who penned accounts of his conquests seemed to think he was a pretty violent dude. I’m willing to accept that as mostly true though I can’t substantiate it through an archeological dig.

Jill Scott seals the dummy deal with her black history hero month defense of Bill Cosby. He may in fact be the best thing that has happened to black social progress in the past half century. Therefore what? He couldn’t possibly be slipping mickey’s in girls drinks and plunging their limp bodies to fulfill his odd sexual predilections? Is it okay for Obama to lead a murderous biker gang after he leaves office because he was the first black President? Just kidding, Obama’s a pussy, maybe it will be Michelle, but you get my point.

As a rule, whether it’s somebody you greatly admire, your best friend, or the coach that inspired you to find your inner awesome, when a couple dozen women are accusing your boy of rape, take a small step back and go with the ‘he always seemed nice to me, but you never know sometimes’ empty cliche. That’s precisely why it was invented.