A few years back, Carlos Mencia was one of the most loathed comics in America. Comedians and audiences both turned on him — both for his crass humor and the joke-stealing scandal that turned him into a entertainment pariah. (I personally dislike him for making my first name synonymous with bad comedy.)
But he gets it now! Or rather, he gets why we don't get him.
After getting put in his place by Marc Maron and a few other comics on the WTF podcast, Mencia finally admitted that he maybe, sorta, kinda stole entire acts and claimed to have never seen them before. This harsh reality drove Mencia into therapy, where he's finally solved the question of why we don't like him:
"If I were to say that I grew up in East Los Angeles in the projects poor, I assumed that everybody understood that it came with its own reasons for being the way I am. I didn’t get that people needed to understand where my comedy came from; I thought that they knew that. Now I tell people.”
That's right. After seventy pounds of weight loss and months of analysis, he's figured out that it's our problem. We're the ones who don't understand him, and, in an effort to help us, he's learned to explain that a) his jokes are stolen, and b) he's lying about his name and background.
The fact that he thinks we're the ones who don't get it makes me think he's even more conceited than before. In the hopes that Ned Holness (his real name — I'm also going to take my name back, thanks) reads my wildly popular blog posts, I'm going to help him out here.
People get your jokes. We get where you're from and why you are the way you are. We hate you because Comedy Central tried to pass you off as a replacement for Dave Chappelle, when your sketches only exploited and perpetuated racial stereotypes while providing no real commentary. Also the joke-stealing thing.
Congrats on the thirty-four-inch waist.