It's always heartwarming to see Black folks coming out in unison to support a worthy cause, and this past Tuesday marked another momentous occasion in our history with the release of R. Kelly's TP.3 Reloaded. Roughly 491,000 copies scanned in its debut week was a resounding "fuck you" to whether the remnants of his multiple sex scandals with underage girls would hinder his career. The multi chaptered Days of Our Hoodrat Lives set to a staccato beat has been airplay gold for weeks on stations from coast to coast.

The most mind boggling aspect of the second act of Kelly's career is that his most ardent fans and supporters are Black women. Sisters who will absolve the actions of a man whose multiple transgressions with minors are well-documented. Sisters who will argue in his defense with the fervor of Johnnie Cochran reincarnated. Sisters who will lay blame not with a grown ass man who knows the difference between right and wrong — but with the victims themselves.

"Their fast asses were asking for it."
"He could have any woman he wants, what could a little girl do for him?"
"It's all a conspiracy... ya'll know he was set up."

Set up? Are you fucking kidding me? The only thing he set up was the zoom lens feature while filming his sexcapades with a cornucopia of schoolgirls. Never mind the fact that the old Negro spiritual route was his "get out of jail and collect more record residuals" card. Funny how quickly you can go from being saved and sanctified to having sex in the kitchen by the buttered rolls.

Never mind the fact that Kelly adopted the moniker "The Pied Piper" during promotion for his previous album, Chocolate Factory while making public appearances looking like a Darkwing Duck impersonator. Don't know the history behind that fictional alias?

As described in an old German folktale, the Pied Piper is a mysterious wanderer who agrees to rid the town of Hamelin of a plague of rats. He enchants the rats by playing a magical flute and then leads them into the nearby river Weser, where they drown. But when the city fathers go back on their promise to pay him handsomely for his work, the piper exacts revenge by playing his flute for the town's children and leading them away into a mountain cavern, where they disappear forever.

Can we all say disturbing? Alas, this red flag clearly is not a deterrent to the masses. We turned the other cheek when it was revealed that Aaliyah became his child bride at 15, so this is merely par for the course now. I mean, who cares if the Pied Pisser likes to urinate on young Black females? As long as the remix is blazin' while stepping in the name of love on the dance floor and feelin' on someone's booty because we gon' have a fiesta – clearly, a soundtrack for the bold and beautiful while living young & scandalous is more important to us as a people.

Chris Rock quipped it best: "If the beat's alright, she'll dance all night."

We shall overcome... someday.