The royal Chinese courts allowed parallel histories to co-exist. There was an official history issued by the Emperor which was used to determine the value of this and that (laws and customs) by controlling the nomenclature, and a wild history: a mélange of rumors, superstitions and bald faced lies told with real brio that resonated with the peasants, allowing them head space to dream rather than act out.
The following is neither- It is opinion based on contempt for institutions that used to have my admiration. This is me acting out… based on highly suspect information sources, of course. Take any of it with a sea’s worth of salt-
Happy, Healthy Slaves-
Bruce Tyrone Maxwell is a catching prospect for the Oakland Athletics. He is the first and only MLB player to take a knee during the national anthem. He is now up on assault charges: drunk and disorderly and waiving a gun around. Bet the house he’s not guilty, was not drunk (he’s a ballplayer so I won’t insist) and may not own a gun, but this is what was in the script when he was picked to play the sacrificial lamb. The message making the clubhouse rounds is clear: MLB does not have a problem with the national anthem. Period.
The NBA overseers issued a decree to their penthouse slaves, threatening to ban any player, big or small, from the league should they take a knee during the playing of our hallowed anthem. The shoe companies probably had a hand in negotiating with the players to go along with that. Letting the outside world’s concerns seep into the arenas is bad for business. NBA players are businessmen; many now second or third generation. Just look at those boardroom threads they wear; and how much lighter skinned they are becoming, just like the late-period antebellum south. (The NBA doesn’t scout Brooklyn playgrounds anymore. Especially since Brooklyn is too hip and expensive these days)
The field slaves of the NFL are being used as counter-point because they are easily disposable. The Buckwheat caricature known as Colin Kaepernick has been muted until his “I have a dream” speech is finished by the A-List writers called in to deliver the punchline. His statement will not be a laughable “Can’t we all just get along” aside, but a Lou Gehrig level testament to the resiliency of Man in the face of adversity kind of thing. Unless he shoots himself from all the concussions first. Then the NFL will have its own Grassy Knoll Society when the forensics don’t support a suicide.
The cops killing black men hoaxes have abated and Black Lives Matter is dissolving in a corrosive of indifference as even the Libtards realize that victimhood doesn’t sit well on the faces of angry black dudes. That notion probably pisses them off more than a billionaire likening his football team to a bunch of convicts. Like that’s never been heard by black people before. Shocking!
Taking a knee will have the shelf life of the flash mob craze. It’s just a fad but it’s taking the wind out of real grievances as it was designed to do.
Rose McGowan, an “actress” known only for her thexthy looks, charges rape against the biggest cigar in Tinsel Town (After she took her fee from the [likely gay] slob) and then gets arrested for cocaine possession. (Cocaine? This hoax is a period piece) Whatever she’s being paid to play humiliated, it’s paying off for the men are pigs program. To quote HL Mencken: “She makes you want to burn every bed in creation.”
Like Maxwell, though, she is not guilty of the charges against her, but both of these slaves are owned by some of the biggest culture creators on all of planet Earth so they play their parts. These arrests serve only as a warning: No uppity allowed within the “family”. At least that’s the trope for the majority of the public that likes their narratives single file neat: A causes B and therefore C. Fictional drama without the label.
Weinstein, et al, gives the appearance of due diligence- not all of us are rapists and we think rape is bad. (That’s big of you) But McGowan’s current plight is a threat demonstration to subtly remind the public that some organizations are too big to prosecute, so take your paltry settlement, sign the NDA and stay out of the way of cameras. (The death camp ‘do McGowan sports is blatant overkill in this reviewer’s opinion. But that’s also part of the androgyny agenda, a subject for another harangue)
The harassment trope is the rationale for Hollywood dumping its business model of stardom, one of the main aims of this controlled demolition that started with Weinstein. I think enough people really do get it: That you have to be born into it to follow that sordid dream. (I’ll bet nepotism has done more for most people than any other thing, certainly more than merit or genuine talent. It’s who you know, you know)
A great many of the people that consume Hollywood product do so as a fantasy propellant they think can one day manifest in reality. But the public is becoming immune to that stuff. If all your stars are gay/frigid cousins, why bother? The movies are crap and that actress isn’t going to sleep with me (Well, for a hefty fee she might but not at my pay grade) so what am I doing wasting my fantasies on something that can’t EVER happen?
Something not well understood is how young these connected stars are when they start. They know only that world and are inclined to see their place in it as simply professional liars, though they have been convinced each story they are part of is just another role, like any on stage. Its performance, not a lie.
There still are cattle calls for kids today that are probably for nothing more than spotting fill-ins for photo-ops, like Bieber when that 15 minutes required carpet bombing multiples; but to deliberately paint Hollywood as a pedophile’s paradise will cut off even that supply of young, unconnected dreamers. Stardom of the Hollywood variety could, at some point, no longer be a thing with the preferred demographics vanishing. No believers, no gods, no tithes. (Given how lucrative video games are, the answers to what will issue forth in the future from the propaganda mills may be found in that brain scrambler industry. Personally I know nothing about that jazz but that’s where the money is going so I have to assume the interactive process is the key to keeping minds caged. It is the appearance of control of the joystick that is the lure. Porn with weapons rather than, well, joysticks)
Your Brain on Disney-
The road to CGI generated performers is already being paved. (There’s no chance Debby Ryan is a real person) This, in some ways, is another path for imagination to be blocked. Many people who are not connected can make much better shows than what is offered, but if there is expensive technology dominating the stage and bloodlines only may apply, fewer talents will develop and the dumbing down of aesthetics will continue*.
You Tube has limited use. It’s heavily censored but if only a few people take notice of your efforts, you are in the clear. But like real musicians who can only gig at the local taverns, a real filmmaker can only entertain his friends (when they can find the time to watch) On the off chance something goes viral, that could be seen as poaching by the creeps and the filmmaker could be opening himself up to all kinds of lawsuits if the plantation owners take a dislike to unlicensed counter-propaganda. Accusations of copyright violation are easy to make and no lone nut with a camera can take Disney on in court, even if he has a genuine case. Time is money, and the suits probably know full well the strategy of the Fabians- Hell, they are probably dues paying members.
They could just buy him off in short money and flattery (Playboy bunnies), if he’s young enough, in which case he’ll never be able to show anything original again as he would be condemned, under contract, to Turn Around Hell.
(TAH is a real thing. There is an Oscar level director who would be in his prime if he wasn’t such a pathological asshole and so has gotten nothing off the ground in almost ten years. He’s boxed in and can’t do anything about it. Think of Barton Fink’s punishment. He’s been kept off the lot but in town. He is owned and silenced)
At this moment I am of the opinion that we are now entering the offseason for hoaxes. The retail season does not need distractions, especially in uncertain times like this hour of Trump that is suffocating the national dialogue. But rest assured, we’ll be back next spring with a full season of celebrity deaths, terror attacks and gay athlete confessions, guaranteed!
*Take music as a prime example of aesthetic rot. People used to be musicians when there was no radio or recordings. If you wanted music, you played an instrument and/or sang. When music culture went electric, locals slowly became intimidated by the pros they came to be convinced, through hype, were better than they were. They stopped learning music as a basic subject for survival of morale and left it to the professionals who have devolved the ears of youth over time, lately reaching its nadir with incoherent, slang based rapping over a boom box and then giving awards for this incitement to riot. It’s true that some people still have the skills- music is too innate a pleasure beyond the reach of reason, which makes for healthier imaginations- but, again, local tavern at best.