#popculture
Come and squeeze me,
I'm such a cutie
and just like candy
you can call me sweetie!
Can you taste me?
Like cotton candy?
Lick me and please
savour me!
Haven't you heard
I'm the newest in stock?
Got people coming
from all round the globe!
Take a taste, take a taste
and you will get engaged!
5 star, 5 star!
Warning, warning!
Likely to cause
some stinging.
I'm too **** much,
am I?
Sugary overdose...
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
She smiles anytime a black girl looks at her,
Because she wants her to know that they are one and the same
Because she needs her to feel the support that she never had
She's the black girl that keeps Malcolm X's autobiography tucked under her armpit
And has memorized it word for word for word for word
The black girl that reads Maya Angelou religiously, to make sure she never forgets that she is
Phenomenal Woman, and that it is, “In the stride of my step”
She’s the black girl that keeps her wrists drowning in gold
And her neck swimming in it
So you can hear her bangles jingling from miles away
She keeps her cowrie shell bracelet on because it's her true culture
She's the black girl that smells of cocoa butter
And has skin as smooth as silk,
She is the living embodiment of the word “prosperity”
She’s the black girl that values knowledge like a pacifist values peace
She knows that knowledge is power,
But her blackness is a stronger one.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
Another John Wick movie because that’s the only kind of “hero” our first person shooter only culture knows how to build now.
A lone, plot armored dude with guns doing matrix styled ballet with endless bullets.
And the sheeple don’t even cheer anymore because they think they’re so cool that they’ve seen it all.
Yet they have mostly never even seen a real dead person.
Violent ignorant hate fantasy.
The bad guys can't ever hit anybody.
Not a stormtrooper not a missile ladened killer transforming robot.
Impossible ‘control’ in a world where nobody has any control.
The HOA does , the PTA does . Their unavoidable lies don’t fix a single thing, not by putting a neon bandage on a severed limb. Another pill bottle spilling out off of grannies vanity.
Seventy-five people a day blowing their own brains out is not some abstract stat.
That's a whole town’s worth of dads,
brothers, uncles, sons disappearing
every single day while pilled up soccer moms clutches their karen pearls about smoking and plastic grocery bags.
The collection plate machine that feeds this,
the whole High school football coach culture of
macho “Just rub some dirt on it” rambo invincibility and
“don’t ask for help” just pray it all away nonsense
Yeah fight bullying kid on kid but what about these idiot losers still out there revving its fast and furious Vin Diesel brain dead meat slab illiterate engine
like it’s doing us all a big favor we choke it down in the name of “entertainment”.
From Shakespeare to Stephen King,
written for the lowest fox news denominator.
And sports? Oh, Hell no. This sis the only "savior" we give our kids now. " Be a rage filled Gym rat ********* son ".
Every flavor of sports ball is just another pressure valve that drains energy, money and manpower people should be using for change. Run run run up and down the court or field, scream at the TV , watch then high five the bros, then clock back into a dead end job on Monday. The fascist oligarchy loves that cycle. It keeps the macho males too drained to fight and too distracted by homoeroticism to notice.
Gun in the mouth,
prison cell,
or self imposed pill and ***** lobotomy. Yay , freedom .
The church? Stealing my weekend with joyless begging and shame. They’ve been selling the same old dusty comfort blanket for two thousand years. “Pray harder.” “Family values.” “Everything happens for a reason.” hahaha Yeah, the reason is neglect, greed, and collection plate funded racist ethnocentric policy choices, but sure, buddy, Hallelujah
let’s blame Satan again. Again?!
Meet me by the backdoor coach I’ll get your gun show coupons and bunker diagrams.
And the ‘jobs’? Our lives the future. Go flip burgers or run faster Jimmy . Walmart needs greeters and stock boys for 7 $ an hour ! The bottom fell out long ago. Infrastructure once meant factories humming and bridges being built maybe a few people learning a trade Salaries that meant something. Now infrastructure is just a word nervous young politicians puke out while everything our grandfathers built rusts and collapses. on our kids There’s no pride left in most work because there’s almost no work worthy of pride. Just a line of people being told “You should be grateful for twenty hours a week , 10 minute breaks and no benefits. Your Union is a scam. ” ( your union is the only thing in most of your lives that you have that is worth fighting for without it , you would literally be a wageless slave working for nothing but a gun in your back .)
People can only swallow so much humiliation before they ....
Then there’s this shameless republican backed oligarchy. The American flavor is extra greasy.
Reagan lackeys kicked off the final feeding frenzy,
deregulated everything that wasn’t nailed down, and let corporations chew through whole towns like heartless termites.
Trump comes along now and screams the quiet parts into a megaphone with fireworks shooting out of his fat lazy a$$. He isn’t smart enough to create this monster, he just scammed harder and longer and bragged about grabbing its pu…. while milking it into an angry violent racist red hat mob. U.s.A. ! U s a
And journalism? Real journalism? Dead. Choked out by ad revenue, bought by Rupert Murdoch Koch brothers
billionaires,
Replaced with infotainment Rush Limbaugh styled blowhards who throw outrage gasoline on everything because tension and dirt supplements sell to brainwashed Jesus idiots.
And yeah, in this polarized pressure cooker, some people that have read may see the whole picture, the entire collapsed system, and realize there’s no escape hatch . No ladder. No real help. Just this crushing sense that everything big and real was taken long before they were born.
So they reach for the only power they feel like they still have which is most often a gun And that’s the heartbreaking, stomach-turning truth . 75 a day ! Gone . Thanks NRA , thanks Job , thanks church thanks sportsball gambling debt.
It’s not weakness. It’s not moral failure. It’s a society that stopped giving people anything to live for but shallow easily discernable lies and false hopes .
And that is the kind of horror movie nobody’s filming. But sadly we are all forced to watch.
Freedom of speech? The right to help each other to share the truth? Might as well scream into the void. Tik tok power ranger kids all grown up can't even change a tire or make a grilled cheese without mommy.
That’s how it ends . We can't answer the question no one is allowed to ask. We can't see how it got this way or lay blame on the truly guilty. We have to fake love and integration so long and so hard it hurts so bad the gun just goes right into another mouth.
Say something anything resembling the racial truth . Or the truth about loneliness, hate or racial differences. One single sentence that threatens a certain Israeli centric ethnic religious group and watch how quickly society suddenly pretends it cares. Like this is THE most sacred thing ever created that must be protected at all cost. Yet Johnny can't read and lil Shuneequa is starving cause they cut the school breakfast AND lunch programs.
Ask why or who made those decisions okay and how. Study history and see ....
There surely can't be anyone pushing any old lies or harmful narratives we need to examine and erase already right ?
No powerful groups that could control own or control anything No no way not MGM or RCA or
all the early record labels and teen magazines that taught society how to act and what is glamorous desirable and acceptable as social or workplace behavior. No youth targeted thing like Turning point Usa or like tiger beat types of magazines .
. Oh no, no that couldn’t be control or social engineering no no
No ? ..Ask Cosby, or Mel Gibson , study profit margins and watch how fast the trapdoor opens beneath you. And yes, they give it. Just look at Sammy Davis Junior in the Rat Pack.
And yes, they take it the way.
Look at any of the names on this list and tell me if they won't just crush you ... If you threaten the money train. Look at what almost happened to Dave Chappelle. Jon Stewart had to step in and save him. .... but ****** Harvey Weinstein , he just suddenly became one right, lol no . They knew what he was doing and it was " fine by them " till he turned. till he spoke out. just like Kevin Spacey , R. Kelly, Sean Combs (Diddy) ,Roseanne Barr, Michael Richards( Kramer) Danny Masterson, Gina Carano, Milli Vanilli (Rob Pilatus and Fab Morvan) Paula Deen, Matt Lauer, Charlie Rose, Chris Cuomo, Megyn Kelly ...etc, etc, etc. You play the game, they protect you.. sweep all your dirt under the rug. The minute you go against them, your protection is gone . Your career and everything you love over.
The whole circus lies for them too pretending its not or wasn't ;
Lets start back at the beginning of how and what became our modern "MEDIA" landscape .... remember no one wants to or could control anything is what they tell you ..not ..
MGM — Louis B. Mayer, Marcus Loew
Warner Bros. — Harry, Albert, Sam, and Jack Warner
Paramount Pictures — Adolph Zukor
20th Century Fox — William Fox (born Wilhelm Fuchs)
Universal Pictures — Carl Laemmle
Columbia Pictures — Harry Cohn, Jack Cohn
RKO — founders
RECORD LABELS (EARLY R&B, SOUL, ROCK ERA)
Chess Records — Leonard & Phil Chess
Atlantic Records — Ahmet Ertegun and Herb Abramson (Abramson was Jewish and Ahmet was a yes man.)
King Records — Syd Nathan , always had the final decision.
A&M Records — Herb Alpert
RCA Victor —Jewish execs Investors and majority shareholders.
Elektra Records — Jac Holzman
Mercury Records — Irving Green, among many others
United Artists Records — Jewish execs Made all the early, profitable and major decisions.
Columbia / CBS — Jewish producers Made all the decisions therefor their money. during ’ key eras’
MEDIA / PUBLISHING
New Yorker ( editorial leadership)
Random House — Bennett Cerf
Simon & Schuster — Richard Simon & Max Schuster
Dell Publishing — ( Jewish editorial staff and decision makers)
Marvel Comics — Martin Goodman
DC Comics — Harry Donenfeld, Jack Liebowitz
Mad Magazine — William Gaines ( yep, even them conspired to hire only certain artist)
TELEVISION & PRODUCTION
NBC — David Sarnoff (RCA/NBC , Jewish immigrant)
CBS — William Paley
Lorimar - top execs
MCA / Universal TV — Jules Stein, Lew Wasserman
There are so many more but those listed here are and were the movers and the shakers making and breaking "talent " and sharing the narrative creation across almost all platforms for decades on end Also hiding the real agendas.
TIGER BEAT MAGAZINE - This publication cannot be understated as far as its influence on supposed youth culture. From pushing Buddy Holly all the way up past the Backstreet Boys , this was a major influence on tweens spending daddy’s money .
This is where they got the posters, the fan club information.
The higher ups chose everyone of who their stars were going to be and how big.. They published the whole hype wagon, decided how and where the money was going to flow. And this Shows all the record executives the blueprint on how to move all these pop stars forward. And now that same blueprint IS K pop and all its derivative garbage.
Tiger Beat was 100 % Jewish owned and controlled . From what ‘artist’ gets what photo shoot to who would appear on what page, to who got the cover? Every single aspect of it.
That format became Vogue, for adults, 17 magazine, GQ etc etc. ad infinitum
Oh no, but just keep telling yourself they don't control anything. They have no interest in manipulating anyone's thoughts or ideas on what is " good" or 'cool" in - or - out . Couldn't possibly be a viable sustainable proven method for controlling the flow of wealth. No, None whatsoever.
I mean, it's just their money, their energy, their time, their effort, their entire life's work.
Why would they be interested in controlling any of that?
Just billions and billions of dollars.
It really started with the cartoons and films produced during the 1930s—including those by the studios mentioned and Disney partners and affiliates but they all —utilized widespread racial and ethnic stereotypes of the era for humor and dramatic effect. Youtube " early MGM cartoons " and watch some Bosco for a few minutes.
Historians attribute the use of these stereotypes to the cultural biases prevalent in American society at the time, which were then only "mirrored and amplified by the Jewish controlled commercial media. "
The content reflected the need to cater to a mass, predominantly white audience, while simultaneously attempting to justify unfair racist garbage. The real goal was to find new markets and themes.
Enter the new minds... The youth parade ...
🎶 Expanding the Market: Music and Jukeboxes You are correct if you associated that the rise of Rhythm and Blues (R&B) and early Rock and Roll in the 1940s and 1950s was closely tied to a shift in the music industry, with Jewish-owned record labels and distributors playing the key roles in bringing Black music to a wider audience more sales = larger profit target: Record Labels: Many independent record labels that first recorded and promoted R&B and Rock and Roll artists were founded by Jewish individuals (e.g., Chess Records, Atlantic Records, King Records). Etc.
Commercial Interest: This was largely a commercial decision driven by the recognition of an underserved market, first among young adult Black audiences who were mostly broke, so the focus moved to a more reliable and steady income source ; daddy’s allowance in the hands of the white female teenagers. Expanding the market for this music was indeed highly profitable. ]
The malt shops
the poodle skirts
the jukebox.
Easy targets with only home ec classes and basic math educations.
remembers " girls didn't need to know anything " just keep your man happy.
The nickel and dime lesson was already established during the Great Depression with the millions the Jewish Gangsters like Lucky Luciano made from slot machines.
✊ Jewish Involvement in the Civil Rights Movement .
This is the most important and subtly implemented paradigm shift in modern recorded history .
Social engineering at full speed !
Historians consistently note the significant financial and logistical support provided by Wealthy Jewish individuals and organizations to the Civil Rights Movement: Funding and Leadership: Jewish organizations and individuals provided logistics and media coverage considerable funding, legal expertise, and served in leadership roles. They created or legitimized faltering organizations like the NAACP, the SCLC, and the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). - 'Shared Experience:' and so many more This " involvement " is often explained as just the tradition of social justice activism and a sense of solidarity rooted in the Jewish historical experience. One of persecution and undeserved discrimination, The shift in media from their outright caricatures in the 1930s to the promotion of integrationist themes by the 1960s is staggering and a true testament to audacity itself .
Changing Social Norms ? Or forced attempt at rapid change and control . Or just more stirring of the sh#* *** hmm what is most profitable?.....
American society began to grapple with these constant issues of race and equality as they were bombarded on the news and in print. They targeted the female youth relentlessly (culminating in the Civil Rights movement), ,Miraculously, somehow. media narratives “evolved to reflect and sometimes drive these changes.”
Commercial Imperatives: Expanding markets required appealing to a more diverse and integrated audience. Ideological and Political Commitment: Many individuals within the media establishment personally financially supported civil rights and used their platforms to advance those goals. Just ignore the glaring and specific economic relationships between the music industries message and the Movement. The funding, the planning and the logistics. No one had any ulterior motives there, no one was trying to manipulate or control anything. It was all just a big coincidence... ?
The economic side of that story is fascinating and often underappreciated because it sits at the intersection of culture, commerce, and activism. Here’s a breakdown that might help contextualize it:
🎵 Jewish Entrepreneurs and Black Music
In the 1940s and 1950s, 100 % Jewish funded entrepreneurs ran the record labels that became central to R&B and early Rock and Roll. Labels like Chess Records (Chicago), Atlantic Records (New York), and King Records (Cincinnati) were but a few founded and managed by Jewish Americans who “recognized the untapped commercial potential of Black music.” This wasn’t altruistic it was about a market that mainstream, white-owned labels largely and foolishly overlooked Because they believed, correctly, that "the blacks didn't have a lot of money to spend on it. " What they didn't understand was, that the whites would.
These labels became a conduit for a select hand picked trained and groomed , Black " artists " who were allowed to try an reach a national audience, crossing over to white teenagers was the express goal of the clothing hair dos and dance moves . This manufacturing dramatically expanded the economic stakes. Without these record companies money , the mass commercial explosion of Rock and Roll—and the integrationist cultural shifts it triggered would have been far slower and in some cases impossible , especially in the more rural south.
💰 Economic Leverage Over supposed " Civil Rights " the truth.
The profits from promoting Black music gave Jewish industry players even more leverage. They could fund tours now , fight more protracted legal battles, and stage elaborate publicity campaigns for certain contracted and willing blacks, and therefore easily funnel money indirectly, for so called civil rights causes. Financial support from record label profits often went directly to civil rights organizations And therefore unfortunately, like the Black Lives Matter movement, most of the money left to black decision makers was scammed away, stolen or hidden . So many tour managers stopped trying to put it in black hands to control and or deal with. Drugs , prostitution and unwanted pregnancies abounded as documented in such films as ' Ray " ( The well known Ray Charles movie.)
📈 Market Dynamics Driving Cultural Change ? hahaha
The economics and ethics were intertwined they cried. . Expanding audiences meant tapping into bigger youth markets eager for authentic, energetic music. The more integrated the audience, the bigger the profits. Gospel and church music was the already established in road so it was of course further co opted . Jewish label owners understood this and pushed recordings and radio play that blurred religious racial lines, whether intentionally social-progressive, ****** taboo or otherwise it was all profit baby.
✊ Ideological Alignment
Jewish Americans who ran these labels were financially committed to pushing so called “civil rights”, because of historical empathy towards “harmful oppression .” So the economic engine of music distribution aligned making the media and entertainment sectors a subtle but powerful ally for unwanted equality and manufactured Civil Rights.
Jewish involvement in early American media and music was more than commercial They “helped “ mainstream Black culture for profit as part of a broader social shift toward “acceptance” and false kumbaya styled forced integration schemata .
A clear map laid out of specific examples of artists, tours, and record deals that illustrated this crossover between Jew labels and forced violent media martyred " activism "—some of the stories there are wild and full of behind-the-scenes maneuvering . Especially in regards to college campuses in the south.
Jewish-led record labels (like Atlantic and Chess, RCA , pioneered the commercialization of R&B, and the rise of rap music too.
They saw a small group of marginally profitable predominantly non-Black-owned record labels and either crushed them or bought them out , anyone from distributors, and media companies to small recording studios . It was immensely profitable for them, the “ packaging and selling of their false culture, … right back to the communities where it supposedly originated.”
Expansion and Stereotype: This ethnocentric fabricated music scene supposedly “ documented the realities and struggles of urban life, finally giving a voice to marginalized communities.”
they claimed However, as rap went to be sold to the mainstream, only the most commercially successful (and often controversial) elements : such as themes of over exaggerated fear mongering involving gun crime , wealth , ( both hoarding and inequality ). and of course over inflated misogyny ( bi@#es and ** es )— all were heavily promoted by the Jewish controlled and funded industry for their shock value and "unexplainable market appeal " , leading to clear arguments that the industry was prioritizing exploitation for profit over cultural preservation or “positive messaging”. Again the uneducated youth targeted.
The "Extension" Arguments:
The proof that Hip Hop is an extension of Blaxploitation stems from this recurring pattern: a culturally fabricated and allegedly “Black” art form is manufactured, manipulated and narrated then some how miraculously “discovered, commercialized, and then, at times, distilled down to its most profitable and sensational elements by those who control the industry's finances, rather than the "artists " themselves. Notice that since the advent of the cell phone and therefore the camera in everyone's hands, this phenomenon has all but stopped because the lies can be very easily and accurately documented. In all these instances, the underlying “ tension” is supposedly between cultural expression by the “ Black community” being sold their extra large, extra strong cigarettes. They're extra large, extra strong beers , 40s blunts, you name it. And you're gonna try to tell me that those things were produced, marketed and advertised by the black community? By and through them ?
You gotta be kidding me.!
But just remind yourself, no one is controlling or manipulating anything. No one has that kind of power or is interested in doing that, for money not anyone
anywhere
ever
no commercial imperative of the corporations that controlled distribution and billions in profit. And clearly it didn't become part of what they now think of as "their culture' ..clearly it never worked Bwahahaha newports. boom mic drop right there.
That pattern has repeated itself across multiple waves of so called Black music in the U.S., this framing nails the structural tension perfectly. 3 layers working together from the beginning of media : cultural origin lies, commercialization, and selective amplification of a false culture . All for profit and they ate it up and still do.
Think of it like this:
🎤 Authentic Voice vs. Marketable Commodity
R&B in the ’40s–’50s gave a platform for artists to be heard nationally, but Jewish-owned labels were the gatekeepers, deciding which songs, styles, and images reached mass audiences. That’s mirrored decades later with rap . Where non-Black-owned labels, radio conglomerates, and media companies controlled all the real pipelines. The stories and struggles of poor communities became content that could be packaged and sold, distilled into whatever would generate clicks, sales, or racial controversy.
💰 Shock Value and Profit Logic
With rap, labels and media quickly learned that hyper-visible, sensational content—crime, misogyny, wealth—sold more than subtle, socially conscious tracks. Artists often tried to say something but censorship and conservative church groups had it homogenizde into Top 40 radio friendly dance blather. The industry pushed the tracks and images most likely to drive profit and Tiger Beat reinforced it , turning “cultural narratives” into commodities optimized for chuh ching “ maximum commercial impact.” I.e K -pop. It's safer and it reaches an even bigger audience.
🧩 Blaxploitation Parallel
Just like Blaxploitation films of the ’70s, which mined Black culture for box office dollars while amplifying stereotypes, rap’s rise shows a recurring pattern: the tension between the community’s attempt at angry uneducated hate filled gang related crying grown up crack baby Tupac styled “expression “ and the profit-driven distortions of powerful Jewish gatekeepers. The “art” gets promoted as though it ever had merit or validity but of course filtered through the lens of mass marketability. A script, a Doctor Seuss book and a microphone. All you had to be was young, angry and black, and there's no shortage of that.
📈 Continuity Across Eras
The lesson here is that American entertainment has a structural pattern: manufacture an alleged Black culture → commercialize → amplify profitable extremes → profit flows mostly to those controlling distribution. Who owns the gatekeepers matters: it shaped All early Blues music all the way through to blaxploitation. R&B, it shaped rap, and it shaped the broader public perception of these communities. From Little Black ***** and Bosco cartoons all the way up to the live action version which was white written jokes delivered through Dave Chappelle. .
There are more than enough specific examples of violent gang related Vacuous and altogether meaningless. rap hits, labels, and distribution deals where this Manufacturing and exportation is crystal clear too many are textbook illustrations of the “extension of Blaxploitation” argument
It's so clearly an extenuation of the exploitation, and it's a completely fabricated culture. They built it all the way from the early Bosco cartoons of 1936 all the way up into Doctor Dre and Snoop Dogg. It's the same thing. turn down for what ?
Tracing the lineage of a profit-first, stereotype-heavy culture machine that starts with outright caricature and marches straight into modern “street cred” rap. Bosco cartoons? That’s the seed: exaggerated, demeaning, and built for mass consumption. Every laugh or shock in was about reinforcing certain narratives and selling the audience on a version of reality that didn’t fully and actually exist outside the early radio or TV screen.
Fast-forward to Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, and the whole gangsta rap empire: the mechanics are exactly the same. The culture is fabricated as much as it can be , then exaggerated for shock value, curated, packaged, and amplified by rich Jews that have always controlled distribution , marketing, and money: outsiders to the struggling communities they’re profiting off of Communities they do not and would not live in or even have anything to do with. Don't believe that? Just look at the phenomenon of white flight, which I'm not gonna get into here I is all very well established. You can do your own research there.
The ones that hit the top of the charts are the ones that fit the pre-digested, marketable version of “urban life” that sells 40’s , guns, records, shoes, Basketball jerseys and gang movies.
It’s been a clear easily traceable 80 plus year-long conveyor belt: stereotype → caricature → commercialization → extreme profitability, all under the guise of “authentic” culture. The narrative shifts , the music changes a little , the visuals might get slicker, but the underlying jewish owned and controlled exploitation engine has never stopped.
Cartoon-to-rap in a line, showing how the themes, exaggerations, and marketing strategies are virtually identical across decades. That line is terrifyingly clear once you lay it out.
And Again in more recent time s, you got Jon Stewart, whom I very much admire , coming out and saying, " you know, the Jews don't control anything ", we don't control anything, blah, blah, blah . And then when Dave Chappelle does his epic, legendary Saturday Night Live. Monologue the one that would have ruined his career.
Jon Stewart's comes back and saves him and it's so crazy and ironic and absolutely true. He has to come and stick up for his black buddy and say no, no, come on Jews. Don't destroy this guy. I'll vouch for him. He's one of the "good ones".
We can save him because after all, we created him.
He is the extension of all this work that we've been doing.
And then
Dave turns around and says the truth again . Lorne Michaels knew part of what Dave was gonna say, and he was OK with it. But anyway, without John, they would have lambasted him and that would have been the end of his career. But John got those Jews that would listen and said no, let's not destroy this man, Come on. Please...
That moment is wild when you really unpack it. It’s a microcosm of the entire history we’ve been talking about: gatekeepers, power structures, and the delicate dance between culture, profit, and risk. Stewart stepping in is him saying, “We built this platform, we know the rules, and we can shield him” —a kind of insider veto against the full weight of the Jew controlled industry machinery he says doesn't exist but at the same time has to ask for forgiveness from ?
Chappelle’s monologue? That was him speaking the truth about real power, cutting through decades of curated narratives and lies on top of lies , knowing full well that some of the “gatekeepers” could torch him instantly. But he said it clear and plain as day
.... "I T 'S A LOT OF JEWS"... alot
Lorne Michaels giving a partial green light, Jon Stewart covering the rest—it's ironic and brutal: a black comedian almost exposing raw truths, truths everyone knows about the ugly underbelly of our society. That took courage.
Dave’s survival dependent on the same people who historically controlled the channels of comedy to critique the media.
It’s the perfect encapsulation of the pattern: those who control distribution and finance hold both the power to elevate and destroy, and occasionally someone who understands the machine will shield the talent long enough for the truth to almost land a little. . But then come all the apologies the hate speech rhetoric the shame the villainy . That interplay—protection, permission, rebellion—is as old as Hollywood itself, from early cartoons to Saturday Night Live.
Other examples of this gatekeeper dynamic in modern comedy and music, where the “truth-teller” is only able to survive because someone in the hierarchy says, “We got him”—it’s a recurring structural theme especially in the ignorant uneducated annals of the NBA .
Once you reach that level of celebrity or executive power, the normal guardrails vanish. Everyone around you depends on your orbit: agents, assistants, lawyers, PR firms, bodyguards, hangers‑on. They all get paid because you’re generating wealth. That dependency breeds silence.
Historically the machinery looked like this:
1. The studio‑era fixers (1920s–1950s).
Studios had guys like MGM’s Eddie Mannix and Howard Strickling, whose entire job was cleaning up actors’ scandals. They paid off cops, arranged abortions, staged fake marriages, leaked alternate stories to gossip columns, and repeatedly threatened journalists. The studio contract system kept actors under total control, so the image—and the jewish profits—were protected.
2. The lawyer–publicist alliance (1960s–1980s).
As stars became independent from studios, the cover‑up industry privatized. Jewish attorneys pioneered and perfected the drafting airtight NDAs; their publicists managed selective leaks and “redemption arcs.” Tabloids, TV networks, and magazines cooperate because access to talent means revenue. Everyone in the chain has a financial reason to keep the machine running. Just look at the Michael Jackson molestation cover ups.
3. The modern PR–crisis‑management complex (1990s–today).
When scandals hit, the playbook is immediate: hire a crisis‑PR firm, suppress stories through legal threats, flood the media cycle with alternative content, or pre‑emptively “confess” in a controlled interview to blunt the blow. Entire boutique firms exist to sanitize Google results and coordinate influencer defenses.
The psychology. Once someone realizes they’re insulated by wealth, contracts, and fan devotion, they assume the rules don’t apply. Every other powerful person in the room has their own secrets, so there’s a kind of mutually assured destruction that keeps everyone quiet—until the money or jewish loyalty comes in to question. You say anything about it and they will absolutely crush you and you will be ostracized, but they don't control anything. No No ! Oye vey There's no control there. No Zionist interested in controlling anything. It's all just a bunch of hatefilled confusion.
That’s why exposés usually come from outsiders: journalists, victims, or disgruntled insiders who are no longer on the payroll. The protection racket collapses only when it’s no longer profitable or someone decides the moral cost is no longer bearable And they just don't have anything else to lose.
Rich elites of every other race background and culture have historically tried hard to lock them out of banking, law, and universities; Knowing full well what they would do with their wealth hoarding and insular ethnocentric practices. So the Jews built many of these media industries almost from scratch. Because of course, they didn't invent the radio or the Motion picture camera or any of those other things, because of course they didn't create any of the technology , they just put their monetary control mechanisms on it.
Everything this covers is 100 % accurate researchable and real.
The exploitation.
The profit‑chasing.
The non stop and obvious cover‑ups.
The one sided gatekeepers.
The media machine that either elevates or destroys.
The musicians, comedians, actors getting used up and discarded. Protected then outed like Cosby.
The nameless Unscrupulous PR fixers.
The record label vultures.
The blaxploitation pipelines.
The non stop packaging of exaggerated Black pain for global white suburban profits.
The way youth culture was engineered like a mass produced factory product labeled as art or rebellion.
The way media softens, distorts, and weaponizes race and racism depending on what sells that week.
The way Hollywood protects its curated favorites and buries any of its liabilities.
And as we're sitting here right now looking at all this, they are busy using their enermous wealth and connections to keep control of ;
the most important corporate boards All the decisions are only made by a handful of people.
hedge funds, board meetings.
Spotify execs ( More powerful than you would ever suspect As far as shaping the future of the music landscapes. )
through Buying and manipulating Silicon Valley algorithm jockeys
buying YouTube corporate policy through Google its owner
radio networks, Clear Channel, but others as well.
They have a hand in any and all advertising agencies that turn a profit.
And of course have the final say on the Billboard chart committee .
In the 20s through the 60s they were happy putting their names on everything like MGM, RCA, all of that. But what they've done since then is put everything under shell companies. That way it can't so easily be traced back to them and they don’t pay taxes the Panama papers prove that.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC
At risk of sounding heartless,
I say **** your favorite artist.
You can say you think they've changed,
Or you can say they're still the same,
But if it's clear that they campaign
Against my rights and freedoms,
And you won't disagree with them,
I'm willing to admit,
I do not give a ****
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 9:22 PM UTC
Just want to let everyone know that I have a book filled with all except one of the poems on here. The Book is called Patient 139, I’m Not Okay (I Promise) And Other Poems and you can get it as either an ebook or a paperback on amazon.com or at the link https://www.amazon.com/Patient-Okay-Promise-Other-Poems/dp/B0B14GS6PV/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1655527690&sr=8-1
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 1:18 AM UTC
When yr vision softens,
there are those that'll say it’s become too blurry—
but I know the real reason—why yr like this.
There is no light where you need to see,
but yr eyesight is the last thing on yr mind,
when everything’s on fire. When it all burns.
It’s so hard to find people that still share their feelings,
like kicking the moonlit asphalt of buildings,
so impossible—it feels impossible.
No matter the punishment, no matter the lesson learned,
you keep falling, further falling down this path
so impossible—it feels impossible. Yr stalling.
Every delicate tool you own, is just an extension
of the hands you’ve honed, memorized positions,
check off the procedures, go thru each step.
Pray to Mary, cry the way Jesus wept.
it’s all coming down today, those buildings are falling,
but you were born for this—you were born for this
it’s always been here. Yr calling.
You stop yr prayer—and instead plea:
Maybe there’s mercy out there, but that's not for me.
If there’s one thing that God will grant me,
please never let me see, oh please,
another one of those G*dforsaken hospitals.
Not again, because right now, how’re you feeling?
so impossible—it feels impossible. Yr falling.
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 9:55 PM UTC
Ziegfield girls with Gatling guns
in complete synchronization,
decked out in Erté.
Watch your step, soldier,
for what's often considered foreplay.
Much like Peter and the Wolf,
one thing leads to another
on this daisy chain,
and as you know,
Burke's only jealous of Lorainne.
I'll tell you what,
dress warm for the ******* snowstorm,
and there'll be a place alongside
such an ingenue.
But what a terrible let down
it would be to find out
she was always smarter than you.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 2:29 PM UTC
Ms. Del Rey says “the world is made for two”,
but her idea of two is some fresh hell;
it’s seems that Lana thinks a girl’s abuse,
is cinematic fodder one can sell.
The other woman sings about her man.
“sO pOPuLIiSt” with flowers on her head.
While some may come from poor & tell the tale,
Del Rey wears being poor like it’s a dress.
But voices that she channels in her songs,
Bespeak a femme fatale alone, and they,
Are both no one, and everyone in one.
The guardians of endless summer days.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
All those years worn,
you never did make it outta The Valley,
all those feature film premieres, never did land a starring roll,
or get any recognition, let alone an Oscar from The Academy,
all those foggy eyed groggy times, you were probably high,
all those checks you cashed, for your non refundable time,
waking up one day, wondering where it all went,
driving a car with a lease more expensive your apartment’s,
still stuck in that same apartment, off Ventura Blvd.,
still a B-List actor ******* that A-List ****
still getting haircuts from stylist, still racking up milage,
got more clothes in your closet than dollars in the bank,
& in the end after it’s all said & done & all the time is spent,
& you’re finally spent, what’ll you have left to show for it all?
All those years worn,
spent suspended in mid air, baking in The Valley,
all those times you attended, those feature film premieres,
still no recognition, let alone an Oscar from The Academy..
∆ LaLux ∆
from The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy Vol. 3:
Dark Lights | Bright Shadows
9/9/19
I'm letting it all go, telling it like it is in Hollywood. This book is the one. Get it, or if you can't afford the $3, let me know and I'll buy it for you.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
Listening to your music makes me very bored
So I headed downtown for the things I can’t afford
I walked into the crowded lake till my feet got sored
If the traffic questioned me I’d say I was lured
For a glass of ice and an old album I stored
It made four. I listened till the choir singers broke their last vocal chord.
For years they trademarked desire, eventually it topped the Billboard
the train got jammed midway, again this team had scored
I didn’t say anything; I even signed the peace accord
All the piano keys marched out my door, saying ‘cursed was my Lord!’
I couldn’t sing well, but I walked behind them with a sword
Only my guitar slept soundly; at midnight it even snored
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
February 23, 2019:
Freddie Mercury tells Mary Austin
“I think I’m bisexual”.
And my heart beats like mad
Because no one else has connected to
A secret like this before
No one else notices
The drum beats of my chest
This isn’t even one of the three times
Tears fall
Unhindered
Pt. 1:
He tells his band
His family
That he has it
It’s an ending that is known to the world
But in the moment
Aids is not life-shattering
Because of the sun that filled his soul
And it fills theirs
As they promise
To break a hole in the sky
Pt. 2:
His hand rests gently upon
Jim Hutton’s
It’s accepted
His arms wrap around
His father
And his father’s wrap around him
It’s accepted
Pt. 3:
The opening bars
To chords
That only hours ago
I’d deemed my favorite
Begin to play and his life
And its end are played out with it
I’m glad he got his happy ending
Through drops of water
I tell my dad
That this is it
(Unbidden) Pt. 3:
I researched immediately after the dream-like
To see if that’s all it was
A dream
I try to explain
But my mother is stuck on the
Anti
To something she didn’t even know
Graced my reveries
I push down doubts
Doubts that have filled the both of us
Him and I
That still linger
But
It’s a moment of light projected into
My soul
A moment so gold-coated
That a vision of the same words almost
Leave my lips
And fill the comfortable silence
Of my dad’s car
They don’t
But unfazed I vow
To remember
Golden
Silver
Bronzed
Freddie Mercury
When they do.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Or did the cliché use me? It infected my mind, stole my words, and left me linguistically bankrupt. Every dog has its day, and yesterday was most certainly not mine. But all’s well that ends well, unless the well is actually a drowning pool, or a rat graveyard. Only Time will tell-unless I cut out its tongue and use its guts for garters. But without Time we’re all Living on a Prayer seeking a Stairway to Heaven borne by our 99 Red Luft Balloons with nothing but Faith, like Major Tom we’re floating away. Will Another One Bite the Dust before the the finale of this Bohemian Rhapsody? Whatever will be will be, and I will set forth my Long and Lonely Hallelujah long locked in my Heart of Gold, because I’m getting old Under Pressure screaming “let me out”-STOP! Hammer Time! I may be Lost in the Supermarket, but Great Scot! I’ll get my guaranteed personality because in Nana-Land Anything Goes!
~
NM
12/12/18
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Winter is coming
with glimmers of snow
this at least I know
because of sky growls
Winter is coming
I watch fowls
wrapped in their feather cowls
head for warm relief
Winter is coming
gasps the last leaf
unfurled from its mortal sheaf
when Night King’s sword swings down
Winter is coming
tremble, under Ice Maiden’s frown
when the sight of her gown
dismays rather than awes
Winter is coming
with its silent claws
so much pain it will cause
its enemies will know defeat
Winter is coming
there is no soul so fleet
as to successfully retreat
from Winter’s adroit wrath
Winter arrives at Winterfell
taking a hail and sleet bath
contented growls cause pause
spikes rained down
cover advance of a thief
whose nefarious shadow’s prow
stifles light so darkness may grow.
~
NM
4/11/18
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Pop culture infects me
it erects me
wrecks me..?
Pop culture is a pivot table.
Trivia pop trivia..
Music pop music..
Pop culture is a pivot point.
A flexible memory joint.
The timeline expanding...
and divided by 10.
defining decades...
This, to me, is weird to comprehend.
Inconsequential
yet drilled in like an adrenaline marker in your thought
*A fetish object spot.
Brings comfort to the masses
and my desire for language classes
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
Worthless
Popular culture is so inconsequential;
All I see, I am growing to hate.
The time has come for someone to become beneficial;
Artificial is no longer needed.
You are starting to grate, without ever being great.
Faces without names, names without faces;
Relevance has never been so relevant.
Giving money to people who have not had to make it.
Share the wealth and do not care so much about yourself;
Spend the money before your fame is spent.
Debt collectors on the T.V., movie stars in between the films.
I fast forward and pay no interest to any adverts.
T.V. is tainted and full of people faking it; what is this?
Empty people with shallow sights. What are you worth?
The rich get richer and their greed buys them more power;
The poor are still kept down like they were yesterday.
Nothing changes for the better; we are living by the hour.
Repeat your actions, we lack clarification;
Politicians have nothing to say.
In a depressing world, how do I raise a smile or a child?
All that has come before has affected my mind.
You are pathetically pathetic and you’re not even and so very trying!
Self-importance is praised in these darkest of times
And the rocket men have fallen from the sky.
Old songs remind us of what we used to have;
One hit blunders, Andy Warhol’s sad quote.
Strive for perfection
And do not just accept the substandard woman or man.
There are only a few diamonds in this mine of music;
T.V. is no longer worth watching and who is this star of the show?
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
Television taught me to talk
Now I don't know how to walk
Unless I'm in high heels
Fed a pop culture diet
I don't know why,
But I think you should try it
Cruising around
In a Chevrolet limousine
Flicking through
The pages of a magazine
Silver screen beauty queen
Cult classic with a classic colt
Shooting up in the pictures
Truth and fiction in the lyrical mixtures
Televised script gone viral
High roller girl in an upward spiral
It's a glamorous soundtrack life
With a soulless soundtrack laugh
Television has all the appeal
So now I don't know how to feel
Nothing feels real
Because I don't know
What real is beyond the reel
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Drown and bask in the sunlight
Forward unto God
He is sinful
Made for the weak man
He is a cancer
Disgusting scorn of prudent woe
Always showing up
Like "BurgerKing"
Uninvited, not liked
Boring and yet sublime
Where does the confusion end?
Does it include a "Happy Meal"
Pop culture is tiresome
Tripping and stepping into territory
That is unknown, yet still familiar
Why can't it end?
The division and condemnation
Condensed to pitiful morality
Each case moronic
In design and fashion
Seeking an identity
Plotting to overthrow
The status quo
Implanting the negative flow
Stereo is doomed
Electronic in psychology
Dead to the depth
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Trading your morals for a supporting role,
Holding hands with upstart actresses while you hold the syringe
And swear this is all genuine.
This emptiness is the feeling of fame,
Waking naked on patios used as makeshift churches
Where the last of your secrets are sold for another half gallon of limelight.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
Don’t think too much
About forbidden touch
Or legal abuse of such
Little creatures like dairy cows and fabric workers.
Don’t feel too much.
The homeless man with his crutch
Can disappear, hush.
Turn your head dear, eat McDonald’s chicken fingers.
Don’t love too much.
Why on real people crush?
People slip through your clutch.
As flashing lights reanimate Rihanna, both your eyes close the shutters.
Our world distracts us from seeing,
Persuades us we need a break.
Deserving one after a day going nowhere.
Turn the TV on to the latest ‘Bachelor’.
So loud. So loud. So loud. Too loud!
I shut my eyes from the too-bright lights.
I need to escape the escape, to find solace.
I put pen to paper and hear its whisper.
Poetry softly roars while TV screams shrill.
You’ll remember the written words for time
Degrees of magnitude than you’ll remember
(consciously) that singing cat meme.
Real love takes more effort
Than a heart reaction on Facebook.
Writing truth takes longer than re-posting.
Yet I want to share myself, not another gif lol.
Mute the volume for a second.
Can deaf ears hear again
the music of
the pen?
Think too much.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
My hands fidget.
I will tell you when I see you that
my fingers could break when I speak,
loose from the chicken wire houses that pin them to nail holes
no one sees and my words could snap
with them, straight down their spines.
My hands fidget and my tongue trips.
One day I won’t be allowed to see your eyes, your eyes when the sun hits them and they turn green, your eyes when they're blue, when you're being real. Or both.
The sun is in your eyes and it's setting.
I think I could be the moon,
we could meet at every eclipse,
create our own lightshow in the sky or make them notice us just for five minutes,
the kids sat on steps behind the sports centre,
I will tell you when I see you that you are so ******* smart you could ruin the world with it, so why can’t I tell you this, so why can’t my hands stay still?
I want to feel the way my mouth tingles when we sit, you murmuring in my ear that you could spend all day here,
alone with the indents of each other's lips.
I guess if we ruined the world I wouldn't even feel Numb, the Nirvana song.
My hands fidget.
Recently I stuck a sticker over my fear of death to try and be as brave as you and now I am Nevermind,
I can't feel a thing.
My tongue sits still when I try to speak about thinking and when I think of losing you I see Topcat, Pink Panther and this time my mind trips over itself.
I chew my lips and the corners of my mouth close.
I can’t see in the dark like I can’t breathe when I see cartoons like I can’t see **** when you say we need to talk like I’m scared of the ******* dark so please walk me home.
You find my hair bobbles at your house and I'm sorry that that last one wasn’t a metaphor.
I imagine the space behind your closed eyelids looks like a dark place at 3am where you exhale smoke.
I imagine the space behind mine is inhaling, coughing and static in the form of a thousand headlights blinking
and
it burns.
My hands fidget.
You call me out and it sounds like my brain not being able to hold itself still, I can't,
I can't stop fidgeting under those blue-green eyes.
When you tell me you love me my fingers stay still.
When I think it's loud like nerve endings screaming at me ******* react like
controlling hands, interconnecting veins jumping from wrists,
hazy.
The stuff of nightmares where you say I don’t trust you
but I know that your hands on my wrists would not,
do not,
burn
like that.
I will tell you when I see you
I will not wrap you in chicken wire.
I am writing to tell you that when you speak my hands stay still.
I am trying to say that nothing snaps and my head is
quiet.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
Your Marilyn Monroe face is coating me in nostalgia.
There's old school Hollywood appeal about you that's keeping me still and set in my ways, because how could I be mobile looking at the iconic images of you?
For you gave me refuge from my purgatory, I'm stuck here in my bedroom, your scenes each carefully curated by Billy Wilder or God...
I've heard you're a dying breed but you're so full of life and charisma.
Oh, I know it's hopeless,
But it's been remastered time and again,
1080p being the latest format to get my heart racing,
Letting your DVD spin to the point of exhaustion.
It's very consequential and I'm still betting on this,
I can't take your word as gospel when I feel you in my ribs...
I'm painfully asthmatic and respiring on your sighs.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC