Omar Thomas

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Omar Thomas is a pompous, arrogant jackass. Having heard an interview with him, I don't want to hear another composition of his music ever again. I'd rather not attend a concert than hear his work. What an ass. Diane Donovan of KMFA was - like a middle school girl fawning over her high school crush. An absolutely terrible hour of music and discussion.

While his musical textures are interesting, he is a contrived intellectual talking about his time in the Ivy League schools and how special Boston is due to the number and quality of higher education institutions. There's something special in the air when all the eggheads are out walking around as the weather changes eating ice cream at the start of the fall semester. Shut the fuck up. 

Omar Thomas has been told he’s exceptional and that he’s brilliant and talented probably his entire life. And he’s internalized that script and believes he’s special.  He has no humility. He’s a DEI poster child.   

Then he talks about the priority of paying the musicians on his album a living wage. Like they're some kind of coffee bean being harvested in some third world shit hole.

Anyone who talks about our shared existence combined with their own personal journey is full of shit. Like we should bow down to him. He's special. He's ordinary.

Let's talk about the reality of your existence instead of some liberal DEI fantasyland you've assembled in your demented mind.

He dresses like Eddie Murphy playing the role of Akeem, prince of Zamunda in the movie Coming to America. Bow to the king. The warrior. Whatever.  The circus called. They want their clown back. Kiss the ring. 

Can you even imagine being in front of a mirror and putting that paint on your war face, tribal symbols or whatever?  It’s like that affirmation guy on SNL - I’m good enough. I’m smart enough. And gosh darn, people like me. Wrong. 

I can hear Jerry junkin fawning over Omar in a concert or interview acting like Omar is his favorite back person. Much the same way he did when he spoke of Viet Cuong - who is Jerry’s favorite Vietnamese person.  He swoons over him.  They’re not just talented people. They’re talented (insert label here) people. 

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