
Radar Online is reporting this morning that rapper Ludacris has squashed his legendary beef with television presenter Bill O’Reilly.
In an exclusive interview the controversial rapper confirmed he confronted the conservative television host at a recent event and extended the hip hop hand of friendship.
“I identified that I wanted to speak to him when I saw his name on the guest list. I looked at what table he was on, and I walked my a** straight to that table.
“He wasn’t expecting to see me, at all. The look on his face when he saw me approaching… priceless.”
Of the peace-brokering, Ludacris said: “The conversation we had was confidential, however, let’s just say it was a good conversation and good came out of it.
“From there, we came to a common ground. To be honest with you, we came together and did an event for charity – as crazy as it sounds. Perhaps everything happens for a reason.”
BOOOOO! NOT FAIIIIIIIIR!
I mean, I know that we live in a sad and complicated world full of war and starvation and abject human suffering, and that two multi-millionaires taking pot-shots at each other across their respective heavily-mediatized bows is mostly an act in narcissistic self-aggrandizing intended to sell records/appeal to viewers, and that ultimately the resolution of said “feud” is both better for the world’s psychic balance sheets and also a more respectful and mature use of both of these grown adult men’s energy and fame. No duh.
But what about those of us who spend our lives in quiet, lonely desperation, tracking celebrity feuds and hoping for a hair-and-tooth-filled bloodbath? What about those of us with elite SuperUser accounts on CafePress where we grind out the latest celebrity feud TEAM WHOEVER t-shirts? WHAT ABOUT US? No one ever thinks of us. People are always eventually coming together and doing secret charities or Super Bowl ads, as if it turns out that being a multi-millionaire celebrity is a more determining factor in someone’s decision-making than standing up for what you can sensationalize and hyperbolize.
R.I.P. the Ludacris and Bill O’Reilly feud. You are in feud heaven now, making casually racist statements and grandiose boast-rhymes about another man’s wife with the feud angels.






























Blame Bieber.
It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, you say horrible things about them. In L.A., nobody touches you. We’re always behind this Fox News and MTV. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
Don’t Bill O’Reilly and Luda live in NY and Atlanta, respectively? Or is that what you mean?
It’s from a movie I guess. Starring Ludacris. Don’t worry, I didn’t see it either. I WISH I COULD QUIT YOU, LUDACRIS AND BILL O’REILLY!
I’m jealous of people who don’t understand that reference.
Well played Luda! This was all an attempt to get Bill Orielly on Ludacris’s side for his beef with T.I.? Hip Hop Beef Politics 2.0.
You don’t want to hear about the confrontation between Juan Williams and Bill Orielly in the Fox News gym showers.
Or Eric Massa and Rahm Emmanuel in the Congressional showers:
“‘I’m sitting there showering, naked as a jaybird, and here comes Rahm Emanuel, not even a towel wrapped around his tush, poking his finger in my chest, yelling at me because I wasn’t going to vote for the president’s budget,’ he said on his radio show. ‘Do you know how awkward it is to have a political argument with a naked man?’”
…politicalgum?
The best part about this?
Ludacris slowly leaning back, cradling his chin in his hand. “Perhaps,” he muses, “everything happens for a reason.”
“In another reality, Bill O’Reilly, you and I could have been….friends?”
Okay sorry guys I know I have now done a 3-comment chain but when searching for the exact wording of that quote I came across a piece of Transformers fan-fiction called “28 Things About Soundwave Nobody Knew- CHAPTER MOTHER EFFING 17″.
This whole thing is about Soundwave and some woman playing Rock Band:
“Soundwave, welcome to my home. Yes, it’s Transformer sized because I wanted it that way.” Lauren said as she opened the door.
“You’re being too nice to me.” I told her, slightly disgusted.
“Well, I’m not done with that yet, buster. You’re going first on this game and it should be really easy for you.” She handed me the controller and turned on her X-box, then started the game. “Go ahead, show me what you got.”
“As you wish.” I replied, as I started playing “The Touch”. Then some of the other songs but not “I want to rock and roll all night” because that song was annoying.
THANKS INTERNET
Good snooping.
I hear Sandra Lee makes a refreshing squash and beef cocktail.
Ludacris is the Wayne Brady of hip hop.
the signing ceremony consisted of a bottle of Cristal and a loofah.
I identify that I like Gabe’s Operation Dumb Drop font for the picture.
Too bad. I was looking forward to O’Reilly’s version of ‘Hit em Up’.
I stepped outside this a.m. and for the first-time in 6 years my front yard did not feel like “No-man’s land.” What to do. What to do. I think I’ll take a morning walk to fill this vacuity. What then?
I am Bill’s raging Bile duct.
Ludas skin looks amazing in that picture.
and Bill’s eyes are an extra dreamy blue.
It’s either the background, or my slowly opening and softening heart, I can’t tell which
Beat me to it!
And Bill’s eyes are as blue as the Mediterranean Sea.
Great minds think of Bill O’Reilly’s Dreamy Blue (photoshopped) Eyes, etc.
Perhaps this is why they are burying the hatchet. Luda has great skin and Bill would like to caress it with a loofa glove.
Luda has been tense lately b/c Bieber is threatening to kick his ass and kill his fish if he doesn’t do some verses for his next album. So, Luda is in need of a good massage and (no homo) he appreciates the firm touch of a man. Bill is that man. Win-Win!
Ludacris once gave me the old “hip hop hand of friendship” and it is not a fun time at all. no sir
Urban Dictionary had nothing for my search for “Hip Hop Hand of Friendship,” but it said that this entry for a “Lil Wayne Attack” is “Close.”
A Lil Wayne Attack is when someone suddenly feels the urge to listen to Lil Wayne profusely, to the annoyance of others. Often this person can be heard repeating verses of Lil Wayne song as the stroll though their day. Usually, people affected by this disorder tend to listen to older, less popular, Lil Wayne songs. Middle class, white, public school teens usually have Lil Wayne Attacks.
A rare success, Urban Dictionary.
The People’s Republic of Videogum Research team is off-the-hook (you don’t have to research that one. you get it) today.
Of course they have common ground. It’s called money.
I like the part where Ludacris said “I identified that I wanted to speak with him”, because everyone talks like that. Rappers are just like us!
What charity would ask Ludacris and Bill O’Reilly to attend? At the same time. Teabaggers Against Trick Ass Hoes?
Where do these a-holes get off acting like adults? NO FAIR.
This is the only rap beef where I wanted someone to get shot in the end.
Bill O’Reilly looks like a pretty goblin.
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Balls. I don’t know how to do this. Good ludacris pic too.
“In an exclusive interview the CONTROVERSIAL RAPPER…” When was the last time Ludacris did something controversial, let alone called controversial by O’Reilly?