Kanye West besmirched the good and virtuous name of MTV Video Music Awards participants past and present with his intimidating, threatening, and savage street-corner tirade against poor defenseless pop country sensation Taylor Swift, a fiery young blonde with a kind of angelic girl next door beauty that you just have to root for.

West reverted back to his Oak Lawn, Chicago roots after Swift won an award for Best in Show. Swift's winning video was the greatest video of all time - seriously it makes THRILLER look like one of the Hamburglar's craps - and it was totally appropriate that she won the award. West's profanity laced tirade may have made 50 Cents and Puff Diddy proud, perhaps even Maino, but no decent Video Music Award fan found it amusing in the slightest.

Never before have the VMA's suffered such an embarrassing example of deranged self promotion. Unexpectedly hopping on stage? Shouting? Interrupting? Furious gesticulating? Somewhere in heaven Kip Winger is crying.

This was not the VMA's of Guns and Roses this was not even the VMA's of Motley Crue, this was more like a Source Awards Ceremony complete with all the grace and class we've come to expect from those events.

West should be ashamed of himself. For years he has intimidated opponents and spectators alike with his monster hits, his constant attempts to stretch the popular boundries of his chosen genre, his attitude, and his she-gangster image - but now he has crossed a line.

This was not simply interrupting – it was really interrupting. How was that beautiful little Taylor Swift not supposed to feel like her life was in danger? I mean have you seen Kanye West?  He looks like the captain of a gay urban pirate-ship, and what's with the bizarre name? How are we supposed to know what effeminately attired urban swashbucklers are capable of?

He reminds me of that kid on my block who skate-boards and listens to the rap music - he always gives me nasty looks ever since I called the cops on him for sitting on that bench. Seriously, I thought my life was in danger until the cops beat him up and stuffed him in the squad car - and he's not even jacked like West (although at 14 it's hard to be jacked). I was all like - come on, Atiba (again with the names - sheesh!), lighten up, it was just a few weeks in county before your parents were able to straighten things out. Everybody makes mistakes - like you sitting on that bench.

But what Kanye did was no mistake, it was the worst thing that has ever happened to a beautiful angel lady like Taylor Swift... ever.

These were not the lovable hijinks of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Guns and Roses, Nirvana, the Beastie Boys, Rage Against the Machine, Madonna, Robbie Williams, Muse, Soy Bomb, Tom Petty, Justin Timberlake, Aerosmith, Meatloaf, K-Fed, and Vanilla Ice.

There was nothing funny, lovable, or identifiable about West's behavior... like Soy Bomb (who incidentally was cute as a button). His actions were dark and sinister and obviously motivated by lust - the heavenly glow that surrounds Taylor Swift at all times was momentarily dimmed but could not be extinguished.

Kanye West had an opportunity to be ambassador for this “video music”, instead he has chosen to try to dominate lady-tennis and crush his opponents. He employs an almost masculine ferocity, that can only be described as violent and unbalanced, in his no holds barred attempts to promote himself.

It is almost unwatchable at times, and while he may have won lots and lots and lots of awards and made some pretty good music he has certainly not won the hearts and minds of tennis fans. Not like that Will I Am - now there is a entertainer who his community can be proud of.

In closing the only possible solution is to ban the West from the VMA's and MTV for life, otherwise how will line judges, ball boys, water people, bathroom attendants, vendors, media types, referees, and even spectators ever truly feel safe? It is time for us to draw a line and say we will no longer accept this kind of intimidation from men like West or kids like that little skateboard riding thug who thinks he owns my block and that bench.