The other night, I was watching Jason Whitlock’s excellent “Fearless” podcast, as I regularly do. He was covering the history of rap, or hip-hop (as a mere White male, I cannot determined the difference between them), with a focus on the most popular players in the industry, people like P-Diddy (formerly Puff Daddy) and Tupac Shakur.
I knew about Diddy’s dubious background. His father was a street criminal who was murdered when Puffy/Diddy was little. Little Diddy, like a song. At any rate, from these unfortunate set of circumstances, Puffy/Diddy somehow was handed Bad Boy Records, a division of corporate giant Arista, despite having no background in business. He was now no longer Sean Combs, his birth name, and initially was known as Puff Daddy. To be honest, that’s kind of a weak sounding name for someone in charge of a gangster rap label. Not that P Diddy strikes fear in the hearts of anyone, either. Snoop Dog? Lil’ Romeo? What’s with all these lame nicknames for supposed tough guys? And to think Johnny Cash was embarrassed about being named Sue.
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But what really struck me is the research Whitlock did on Tupac Shakur. The guy with the “Thug Life” tattoo. The “baddest” man in a “bad” industry. Whitlock, who is an actual investigative journalist, unearthed a remarkable video interview with a teenage Shakur, who was then known as “Zesty.” Well, to be fair, it’s no less imposing of a nickname than Snoop Doggy Dog or Lil’ Romeo. At any rate, the interview reveals a very dainty, feminine Shakur, who seems much more like the theater major he was planning to be than any future gangster. Whitlock talked about how, in 1994, Shakur was supposedly shot five times, including twice in the head. Remarkably, he was released from the hospital the next day, complete with a Hollywoodish bandage wrapped around his head. He was now the face of gangster rap. Central casting 101.
This was a few years before Tupac was actually shot and killed, seemingly at the behest of his rival, Biggie Smalls, aka The Notorious B.I.G. There was a whole east coast-west coast rivalry going on. It’s a hip hop thing, you wouldn’t understand. On the old Bozo cartoons, his chief antagonists were a criminal duo known as Short Biggie and Big Shorty. Maybe the Notorious B.I.G. was a Bozo fan. At any rate, some fans refused to believe Zesty/Tupac was really gone. Did he fake his death, like Elvis? Or JFK, Jr.? Biggie Smalls went on to be murdered himself shortly thereafter. That’s organized crime for you. And those concocting this stupid and dangerous rap music industry wanted nothing more than for young people to make that comparison. They glamorized rappers the way Warner Brothers glamorized 1930s gangsters in films.
“Beto” O’Rourke, the Irish guy born Robert Francis O’Rourke, was a drunk driver, played in a punk band, a member of the self-proclaimed world’s oldest computer hacking group, the Cult of the Dead Cow, and most notably admitted to having fantasized about killing young kids. Then he was recruited- “installed” as comedian Katt Williams calls it- as an exciting young Democratic Party politician. Just like Sandy Cortez, as she was known as a popular teenager in an upper-middle class area. She was transformed into “AOC,” after she was hired to play the role of congressional representative, according to her brother. Or, you may prefer to believe our state controlled media, who tell us that in America, any obscure waitress can grow up to be a politician. That can happen if you’re really good at mixing drinks.
Have you watched “comedian” Lily Singh? She makes Margaret Cho look like Rodney Dangerfield. And her ego puts Trumpenstein to shame. There are lots of videos devoted to critiquing her ridiculous pomposity on YouTube. But someone “discovered” her. And gave her a late night talk show. She was “installed.” They needed a bisexual woman of color, as she refers to herself in every other sentence. Going back a bit, how did Don King go from two time murderer to the world’s premiere boxing promoter? Everything about King- his finger in a light socket hairdo, his wrapping himself in the American flag, his fracturing of big words, screams actor. Someone “discovered” him in his prison cell. He was definitely “installed.”
Marjorie Taylor Greene is the Republican alternative to Alexandria Ocasio Cortez, the former perky high schooler known as Sandy. MTG to AOC. A female Trump. Greene’s background is pretty undistinguished. She seems to have worked as a cross fit trainer, and also written for some conspiracy periodical. Hey, I still do kick boxing workouts at sixty seven, and I’ve written for conspiracy periodicals. Can someone “discover” me? MTG’s antics are very similar to AOC’s. You have a clear choice. Can anyone listen to Kamala Harris for five minutes, and not believe she was “installed?” There are lots of more attractive women, who can cackle as well as her. And millions of White women more qualified to be the nation’s first female vice president.
Who “installed” Lori Lightfoot? Gretchen Whitmer? Online rumors claim that Whitmer was known as “Stretchin’ Gretchen” in high school. I think you can probably figure out what the nickname suggests. How did Mike Lindell go from crackhead to the CEO of the world’s biggest pillow company? Did someone really think Lindsey Graham had the charisma and charm of a successful politician? Adam Schiff? Chucky Schumer? Did Nancy Pelosi really turn Miss Lube Job of 1959 into Speaker of the House? None of these leading political figures are personable in the manner of a Bill Clinton or a Ronald Reagan, let alone Franklin Roosevelt or John F. Kennedy. Yet someone backed them with big money, and if we are to believe the voting results, someone keeps returning them to office. Every one of them are “installed.”
In our world of alternative media, I am suspicious about lots of the most popular figures. I know how hard it is to get the kind of following I have built. I don’t know what you have to do, or what you can do, to get hundreds of thousands, or even millions of followers. Some of these people have become One Percenters while saying and writing many of the same things I have, without becoming a One Percenter. As I’ve said, I treat everyone as legitimate until proven otherwise. But it is impossible to escape the notion that there is an unseen source of power behind some of them. We may not know which ones, but some of them were undoubtedly “installed.”
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I read a story recently about a couple that lost their little girl on the beach. Apparently, the sand where she was playing just collapsed, and pulled her under. The interview I saw with the parents raised the kinds of questions such interviews usually do. I don’t know, maybe it’s not as traumatic as I would think it would be to lose a small child like that. And it wasn’t explained just how she was sucked under, to such an extent that volunteers worked for twenty minutes or something before reaching her dead body. I can’t imagine a more horrible way to die. My apologies to the parents, and to the parents enduring tragedies like this, for noticing their demeanor. But we see it regularly in all the mass casualty events. It just sets off my Spidey Sense. But who knows, maybe Zesty Shakur was shot twice in the head. He was a gangster.
It’s hard to disagree with Shakespeare’s proclamation that “all the world’s a stage.” But who was Shakespeare? There has long been a scholarly debate about the real identity of perhaps the world’s greatest author. The historical William Shakespeare had little education, and had never traveled to any of the countries he described so colorfully. When James Wilmot set out to write the first biography of Shakespeare in 1781, and visited his home town, he was shocked by what he discovered. There was no evidence that Shakespeare had ever owned, let alone read, any books. He left behind no letters. The real author of the work credited to Shakespeare must have been an aristocrat like Francis Bacon. Maybe I’m just being an elitist snob. A community college dropout and self-proclaimed populist shouldn’t be a snob.
