After Chrisette Michelle sang for Donald Trump, she was dropped by her record label. Gospel singer Tina Campbell hooked up with Mango Mussolini and had to cancel her tour. Ray Lewis went to Trump Tower and had to repent his sins during the national anthem at a Baltimore Ravens game.
And now the Daily Mail is reporting that the fourth-funniest King of Comedy (I think that makes him an earl of comedy ... or maybe a viceroy) has suffered a dent in his career since he briefly visited Trump Tower to stick his mustachioed tongue up Donald Trump’s anus.
According to the Mail, Harvey desperately wanted to move to Los Angeles to support new wife Marjorie’s television career. (I know what you’re thinking. Don’t ask me. I typed her name into the search bar and Google said: “I’on know, bruh. You got me.”) His radio syndicator, Premiere Networks, would only do the deal if Harvey sold his ownership in his show to them. Now he no longer owns his radio show, according to the report.
But he was banking on his television show. His show with NBC was doing well in the ratings, but the Marquis of Comedy decided not to renew his contract because he wanted a raise and NBC wouldn’t consent to his moving to Los Angeles. So Harvey told them to kick rocks, packed up his bags and moved to Beverly ... Hills, that is, and that’s when everything changed.
Then he went to visit Trump and everything really changed. (Except his mustache, which will always make him look like a lost member of the Whispers.)
Apparently, Harvey thought he was immune from black people’s tendency to say, “Nah, we don’t fuck with you no more.” According to a Daily Mail source:
This is the moment his brand took a hit. He had been through a few scandals before—the divorces, the Miss Universe Pageant and the Asian joke gone bad—but he had never faced the wrath of his core audience before, middle-aged African Americans. And unfortunately for Steve, he was too arrogant to realize the weight of his mistake and never made amends to his loyal followers for it.
The ratings for the Family Feud dropped. Half the audience for his show Little Big Shots disappeared into thin air.
NBC’s Steve Harvey Show consistently had a 2.2 in the ratings. His new show, Steve, had a 1.8 share, which was something to build on. But after the Viscount of Comedy visited the king of pussy grabbing, his ratings fell to a 1.2. He regularly loses to Wendy Williams and is barely keeping up with Rachael Ray and Jerry Springer.
Not only are the ratings tanking for virtually every project on which he’s working, but the costs of producing the shows have increased because of his move to Los Angeles and his payment demands. Many have speculated that at least one of the entities may cancel his contract, which is feasible because—for the first time in his career—he doesn’t own any of his content.
Now Harvey wants to revamp his image. He recently said during a show: “Meeting with Donald Trump was the worst mistake of my life. I should have never gone up there.” He’s also hired an image consultant to help him recover. (I’m guessing the image consultant is trash because Harvey hasn’t cut that push broom on his upper lip.)
I have a theory. Maybe Cardi B is a sorceress who stole all of Steve Harvey’s, Chrisette Michele’s and Tina Campbell’s mojo. Or maybe people don’t want to watch an unfunny, sentient Milk Dud babble on TV. Or maybe it’s karma from telling his staff not to look him in the eye or from when he made fun of Flint, Mich.’s drinking water. I heard Steve Harvey was trying to buy NBC.
Or maybe, just maybe, black people don’t fuck with people who throw them under the bus in exchange for the momentary proximity to power. Perhaps shaking hands with someone who seeks to disenfranchise and marginalize the same people who took a simple Nobleman of Comedy and made him a millionaire doesn’t sit right with our spirit. Maybe we are treating Steve Harvey like a woman treats a boyfriend after she catches him sneaking out of another woman’s house.
Steve Harvey cheated on us. We can’t trust him anymore.
We learned that in a book we read. I think it was called: Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Not-Funny, Thrice-Married, Relationship-Advice-Dispensing Huckster Who Auctioned His Soul to the Lowest Bidder and Now Wants Support From His People.
I thought the title was kinda long, but the book was pretty good.