So, Gotty™ just sent a subliminal hint The Crew’s way indicating we should’ve touched on Lil Wayne going to jail on Monday. Presumably, for the obvious reason that one of the world’s most sought after entertainers is snuggled up in a Rikers Island cell tonight with his blanky and brand new teeth. Fair enough.

Well, I’d like to be the first to say nobody gives a fuck.

For the past few months, Weezy Wee has been the Brett Favre of rap. That alien mug of his has stayed plastered on every damn blog and website but this one, accompanied by up-to-the-minute updates of dude’s purple syrup haze of everyday existence. Farewell parties. Farewell concerts. Pre-farewell-concert parties. Dentists. Orthodontists. Root canals. Viral videos bidding farewell to fans two weeks to early. Even more scrambled soliciting via @liltunechi, whatever the fuck that means. At one point, I’m pretty sure I even saw a picture of Wayne sleeping. No disrespect, but do we really need to share photos of another man sleeping? The nostalgia in a picture of the world’s biggest rapper snoozing on a private jet on his way to jail is just, but c’mon. There’s got to be a line drawn somewhere.

To top off the Wayne media overload we’re bombarded with daily, the guy’s one-year-*wink*-sentence will be over in a blink of his star-tatted eyes and he’ll come out even bigger than before. But, that’s assumed. I think we’re all on the same page in believing Baby’s ‘wittle boy will get a Paulie-shaving-garlic-stay in a plush cell with premium channels and come home at the peak of his career. See Gucci. See TIP. See Pac.

I know I’m a music blogger and providing updates on relatively important topics like this is my ‘job’ and all, but that’s why I don’t care.

That unfair irony is the reason I didn’t jump at the chance of reiterating the announcement that a grown man with stars on his face was going to prison. I got better things to do with my time than to waste an hour reporting on someone who doesn’t directly affect me whatsoever, who’s gaining prosperity from something that would stain a normal person’s life indefinitely. Especially when there are gang of other artists out there that didn’t set a bad example, who will be making music throughout the current calender year, and I could’ve been spending this past sixty minutes supporting them. Or, possibly doing something that would – God forbid – affect my life. Like, eating dinner. Or, possibly getting a full six hours of sleep tonight. Actually, there’s even a small chance I could’ve been smashin.’

But, nope. Here’s Lil Wayne Post #6,841, instead. Lil Wayne Goes To Big Jail.

Finally.