I am not an Oprah Winfrey fan. But I am definitely a fan of how Oprah responded to Chris Brown.


After Chris Brown beat his girlfriend, tried to force her out of his car, punched her repeatedly, and choked her until she almost lost consciousness Oprah dedicated a show to all “the Rihanna’s of the world” focusing on domestic violence, victims of abuse, and treatment for abusers and the abused.

During his exclusive interview with People Magazine which, as you know, took place inside his ass where People now lives, Brown was asked about Oprah and he had the audacity to criticise the Mighty:

"I commend Oprah on being like, 'This is a problem,' but it was a slap in my face. I did a lot of stuff for her, like going to Africa and performing for her school. She could have been more helpful, like, 'Okay, I'm going to help both of these people out.'"

Oh no he didn’t.

This kid just implied that Oprah owes him a favour.


For who? For Opes???

No one does anything for Opes. Opes is the one who does everything for everyone. Opes is the Great Benefactor. Opes is the Great Giver. Opes is the Great Angel. Opes is the Benevolent, the Kind, the Merciful, the Divine.

The Mighty Opes does not need.

And the notion that Chris f-cking Brown had to do “a lot of stuff for her” is not only absurd, it’s totally ungrateful.

The Mighty One does not take kindly to ungratefulness. And so She has released this statement in response:

"Oprah is very appreciative that Chris Brown performed at her school but she takes domestic abuse very seriously. She hopes he gets the counseling he needs."

That’s right, son.

You messed with the Mighty and She shot it up your ass. Unlike the pussies at People Magazine, Oprah Winfrey called Chris Brown what he is:

An abuser who needs counselling.

And what sucks even more for him – She’s mad.

When the Mighty is mad, Her entire flock gets mad too.

Beating up his girlfriend didn’t make Chris Brown Public Enemy #1. But disrespecting Oprah could.

Crazy f-cking world.

Source TMZ

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