From Tupac to Trump- Everything is Scripted

"Installing" our ground level leaders

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.

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.”

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.

Whitlock’s greatest investigative work was on ESPN talking head Stephen A. Smith. For those that don’t know, Smith is the epitome of the angry Black man. He’s loud. Very loud. His ebonics are laced with a sneering New York street toughness. But Whitlock basically found out that Smith is a literal psyop. He read his memoir, and discovered countless lies and distortions. Smith clearly made up his high school and college basketball career. He even went to the extent of apparently hiring crisis actors to play his alleged college teammates. They all were well under six feet. Smith didn’t attend college in the 1920s. Smith now really, really hates Whitlock. With good reason. Lots of prominent people hate Whitlock. He has the right enemies.

What are the odds that a Black golfer with the catchy nickname of “Tiger” would show up on The Mike Douglas Show at just two years old? The phenom of all golf phenoms. It isn’t easy to get booked on shows like that- Mike Douglas was a major talk show host back in the day. So what did his parents do for a living? Earl Woods, we are told, was in the Army. Beyond that, information is scant. His Asian mother- usually banned from the golf courses because the puppet masters didn’t want Tiger associated with anything but Blackness- was a receptionist. I sense a missing connection there. A reason why the child of an undistinguished couple would be “discovered” and promoted. Clearly, Tiger Woods was “installed.”

How about another Black sports success story- Venus and Serena Williams? While golf is a game for the elite, tennis can be played by anyone. But tennis lessons are very expensive, and it would be impossible to become a professional without them. Their father, Richard Williams was front and center in directing their career. He seems to have none of the usual connections in his background, and took tennis lessons himself from someone charmingly named “Old Whiskey.” That doesn’t sound scripted. Then Williams became one of the few Black tennis coaches of his time. We are told he wrote an eighty five page “plan” for them to become professionals when they were four years old. I don’t know how Mike Douglas missed them. Richard would shout “Straight Outa Compton!” following Venus’s Wimbledon victory. Who else would the son of sharecroppers turned tennis guru quote, other than rappers N.W.A.?

There’s a reason why Katt Williams concentrated exclusively on Black celebrities, when he talked about them being “installed.” Because they are disproportionately represented in the worlds of entertainment and sports, they are certainly disproportionately “installed” as well. Williams was particularly incensed about Chris Tucker. I think he likes Chris Rock better. Both are loud Black Chrises. Dana Owens became “installed” as Queen Latifah and has won more entertainment awards than Cary Grant and Barbara Stanwyck put together. Someone has to “install” you when you’re wearing a pretentious name like “Queen.” I’ve lost track of all the Black versions of Cher- arrogant and overrated one-namers like Beyonce and Rihanna. I just don’t think any of them display enough exceptional talent to avoid being “installed.”

I think I proved beyond the shadow of any doubt that America does not have any sort of meritocracy, in my book Survival of the Richest. So it always gets my attention when some unknown figure suddenly appears on the scene, to great fanfare from the state controlled media. While not American, Greta Thunberg would be a good example of this. Was anyone really surprised to learn that she came from a prominent acting family? She was “installed.” How did an old lady like Dr. Ruth become a celebrated expert on sex a few decades back? I think most men would lose interest in the subject just watching her talk about it. Shockingly, she was Jewish. Sometimes, that seems like all you need in order to be “installed.” You’re never going to find an elderly Catholic woman being promoted as an expert on sex.

Katt Williams also talked a lot about Steve Harvey. Steve Harvey is one of my pet peeves, too. His grating, ebonics “advice” is less valuable than what any grandmother would tell you. He sounds dumber than any of the hundreds of Blacks I worked with over the years. To be fair to Steve, none of them had a television show or millions of dollars. Whatever is there, neither Katt Williams nor I can see it. If it looks like it, and sounds like it, and all that. Obviously, he was “installed.” Dr. Phil is his far better spoken White counterpart. We can thank Oprah for Dr. Phil. One of the few cases where she promoted a White man. Don’t get me started on Oprah. She gave up her only child for adoption, but is an expert on parenting. A lesbian expert on men. A rare case of a billionaire who dealt with “racism.” Utterly and unequivocally "installed.”

How about “The Rock?” Damn, Katt Williams is right- there is an endless list of “installed” Black celebrities. I can see why he might be bitter. He must be more talented than most of them. How does a wrestler- who has been “transitioned” to an honorary Whitey by Hollywood- go from the WWE to leading man? And now they’re seriously suggesting him as presidential material. Well, why not? He has experience reading the teleprompters. And the absurd psyop known as Stephen A. Smith supposedly has presidential ambitions, too. Don’t doubt that millions would vote for him. The citizens of Oceana learned to love Big Brother. The citizens of America 2.0 have learned to love tyranny, and they worship loud Black public figures.

Whitlock and Williams claim that these “installed” figures are chosen for their ability to promote the narrative. In the case of Black celebrities, this means to play the role of the victim, regardless of how many millions you have, and claim that everything and everyone is “racist.” All celebrities have to be on board with the Great Replacement, and adopt a consistent anti-White posture. They have to be particularly hostile to White males. They must support the transgender lunacy, and accept that “hate speech” must be punished. Accept, in fact, that all enemies of the insane “Woke” state must be punished. A few will be required to “transition” themselves, although most probably it will be a fake, photoshopped “transition.” Bruce Jenner would be a good example of this, but I’m not so sure about Ellen Page. They know the show must go on.

I admit I’m no expert on America 2.0’s rich and famous. I stopped watching TMZ long ago, when it became impossible to identify any of the “celebrities.” But what’s remarkable about today’s entertainers is the fact they all seem so…unentertaining. I thought Taylor Swift’s early music was catchy pop, but she has exploded into a phenomenon that is far beyond any talent she has. And I saw at least one photo of her in a bathing suit with…well, let’s just say it conjured up visions of Big Mike. Taylor is one of the few young White musical superstars. At least that I know of. But then again, as I said, I couldn’t pick most big names now out of a police lineup. Not to insinuate that a lot of the big names have been in police lineups.

I have expounded upon Donald Trump’s political career many times. I call it the Trumpenstein Project. Although he was already rich and famous, he was chosen to play the role of Divider in Chief. Think a much less articulate version of Orwell’s fake opposition leader Goldstein. Once “installed,” always “installed.” So we’re stuck with him. I hear he’s considering “Little” Marco Rubio as his running mate. Boy, is that Trumpenstein 101 or what? I can hear the MAGA faithful developing their 4D chess excuses now. They’ve had to grow very adept at that. There’s still a chance JFK, Jr. could emerge from backstage to help him defeat the Deep State. Who knows? Maybe it will be Zesty Shakur. You gotta love a guy that can take five gunshots like that.

There has to be a reason why these celebrities all love to flash those occult hand signs. Most people don’t do anything with their hands while posing for photographs. Well, maybe the hippies gave the “peace” sign. I sometimes do that. But when you go to the extremes of making a circle around one eye, or coving an eye, or throwing up the devil’s horns, it just seems like it must be part of the role. Whether or not you literally sign your soul away, it does seem like flashing these ridiculous signs is required. By the someone or something that “discovered” and “installed” you. By the law of averages, you’d think that a few celebrities would make the sign of the cross or something. But then again, it’s pretty clear they serve a different master. Jesus isn’t doing the installing. I think you can figure out who is. Roll the cameras!