There's been a lot of death recently. Michael Jackson, Billy Mays, that chick from the poster in the 1970's, TV's drunkest sidekick. And today we at Fish & Spaghetti mourn another passing, the passing of BET: Uncut.
Sure it was a programming block, but it was a programming block that featured some of the worst looking videos, and frankly video hoes, ever. BET: Uncut was a program that didn't care about taste or standards or quality of any kind. And what BET: Uncut offered was hands down the best smut available on free cable in the middle of the night.
BET: Uncut was like a glimpse into the grimiest strip clubs. You know, the ones on the wrong side of town that you'd never set foot in not only because you were afraid of what you'd catch, but also that you might catch a bad one. BET: Uncut gave you a free pass that you could redeem from the comfort of your couch.
It was a place where one could find not only barely censored versions of "Disco Inferno" and "Right Thurr", but also hidden gems like Black Jesus' "What That Thing Smell Like." In fact "What That Thing Smell Like" was probably the video that best represented BET: Uncut; it was poorly produced, hastily thrown together guilty pleasure that you'd be ashamed to be caught watching but strangely transfixing at the same time.
Sadly "women's groups" objected to the content of the videos and made it a national story (is there any fun they can't ruin?). BET bowed to pressure and pulled the plug on BET: Uncut on July, 8th 2006.
It's a shame that if someone wants to see Nelly swipe a card through some chick cheeks or is curious about what that things actually does smell like, now they've got to search for their answers on YouTube as opposed to BET providing them.
BET: Uncut, you are missed.