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If I’ve ever heard a song by either Kanye West or Taylor Swift, it’s news to me. As far as musical artists go, I’m indifferent to both of them.
That said, as a cultural critic, I appreciate the existence of Mr. West and Ms. Swift as cultural barometers, in that they both command the attention of literally millions of people. Any time someone’s name becomes a household one, and their face is known around the world, well my friends, that’s when evil comes a-callin’.
I don’t think I’m out of line by saying that there exists a long, sordid and easily-researched history of the music industry exploiting black musicians and artists. I prefer not to place blame on any particular religion, but rather on the specific persons, so as not to weaken my argument. Because here’s the thing; the guilty parties want you to blame the Jews, so that your entire argument, however solid, gets flushed.
Funny how that works- anyone, Jewish or gentile, can accuse someone of being an anti-Semite, with or without evidence. And it’s then entirely possibly for millions of people to accept that accusation, and permanently classify that person as a hater of Jews. And that’s regardless of the actual definition of “anti-Semite”, which includes all Semitic people; Jews, Phoenicians, Akkadians, and Arabs. It actually means all Middle Eastern peoples, and is far more widely understood than the neologism “Islamophobia” (you can’t be afraid of an idea).
Not coincidentally, literally anyone can scrawl something that resembles a swastika somewhere public, and inflate a media foofaraw.
Where do millions of people, around the world, get their daily news in 2025?
Social media. The internet. Where a swastika is just another symbol, and hatred of any religious denomination or race can be found somewhere, in abundance. As part of becoming a proper netizen (as once we were labeled), you inure yourself to it.
How exactly would a current-day schoolkid know of a single atrocity committed under the Nazi swastika? Like, where would they learn about it? From the 1981 movie Raiders of the Lost Ark, like I did? Serious question; where would a European kid in 2025 get the necessary information to understand why rendering a particular symbol could destroy not only their lives, but their family’s as well?
There are many faked photos of Taylor Swift resplendent in Nazi regalia, the joke being not so much that she makes a naturally beautiful Aryan archetype, but the very idea that Taylor Swift could possibly be a closet Ilsa or genocide supporter, which is of course laughable. It’s funny enough that I doubt she’s ever concerned herself with it. To an outside observer, she appears to be a young skinny girl who happens to be super pretty and is milking it for all it’s worth, without being much edgier than your average high school cheerleader. She’s so harmless and inoffensive that moms everywhere would dive in front of a bullet for her without a moment’s hesitation.
But Taylor Swift, despite her admirably-sized fan base, represents only herself. She is not considered to be a “symbol” of her race, or even her gender. If Taylor Swift suddenly went bugfuck for no apparent reason and started posting swastikas on social media, pretty much everyone would accept a lie about her account getting hacked by a “troll”, while her handlers go full DFE. Nothing new or unusual would be revealed to the public, and things would roll on as they did before.
I don’t feel like looking it up, but I think I’m correct in saying that Kanye West is one of the highest-selling independent rap artists of all time, if not the highest. Because of this, Kanye unwittingly demonstrated to the elites of this world that he offers something they can only buy; black influence. A rapper with more money than common sense sees that another rapper has a clothing label, so he wants one. Where are those clothes going to be made, exactly? How will they get to the shelves? Who has time for all the boring details?
From the shadows, a business emerges to offer the rapper a lucrative contract, playing to his ego and avarice, thus evincing control over said black man and his influence, in perpetuity. Black women too, let’s not pretend they don’t get the traditional raw deal in disguise.
Now everything about the rapper’s career is saturation-bomb promotion; making public appearances sporting your own “fly gear”, with the requisite high-class ho on your arm. The next single, when it finally bows, sounds obligatory and tossed-off. When did everything become about awful fashion shows and signing off on someone else’s designs? Didn’t you useta be an artist?
You have a century of music history at your fingertips right now. It’s like clockwork, how producers systematically break down and destroy artists and musicians, for their own amusement, while getting rich off them in the process. There’s just one last key you need to really unlock the whole thing, and believe it or not, Kanye West handed it directly to you.
Problem is, the key looked like a swastika, and Kanye West is actually just a dude who went completely insane trying to get his kids back, and thanks to the most evil motherfuckers on earth, he has access to the world’s nitrous oxide supply, which will eventually macerate his brain. When that lamentable day happens, an inconvenient truth will soon be wiped away by the dominant media narrative.
An inconvenient truth about rap culture, and its parent, African-American culture, over the late 20th to early 21st century. One that no one wants to admit, or even acknowledge the existence of. You’re about to see why, for yourself.
First, what’s the image that comes to your mind when you read the name Tupac Shakur? Pretty tough dude, right? Throwing a gang sign on an album cover, or showing off his ripped stomach and THUG LIFE tattoo. Tragically murdered in a typical “gangland” shootout at the age of 25, in 1996.
Wow, that was only a few years out of high school! Shakur’s debut album, 2Pacalypse Now, is from 1991, when he was twenty. What do you think Tupac’s high school life was like? He was probably cutting class to do drive-bys on rival gangs or something, by the time he was in ninth grade. Maybe he had to get by selling crack, or some similar ghetto hardship.
Okay; now watch the first 15 seconds of the following video, and then tell me about your image of Tupac Shakur. Ready?
I guess a lot happened between 1988 and 1991, huh?
There is no better target for blackmail than someone who committed acts as a child that they never want the world to know about. Acts that involved another person or persons. If you’re a respected and world-famous person, and it comes out that you and your cousin used to blow each other as little kids, then a lot of people are going to be eager to hear that cousin’s story, and you’ve got a loose end. And the odds are good that the more you try to control things, the more money you’ll burn, until you run out.
So, Kanye West made a comment online that until he was fourteen, he used to perform fellatio on his 6-year-old cousin. He claimed the notion came from Playboy magazines that his father left around, although to my knowledge, no sexual act has appeared in any issue, ever. Kanye’s mother is deceased unfortunately, thanks to a botched surgery, so she can neither confirm nor deny.
So where did the idea come from? Boredom?
The origin of the act doesn’t matter. There are a dozen NGOs out there that offer slavery in the guise of aid. The rapper becomes the face of a corporation, and under contract, does what he’s told. Or else.
Think about all of the secret “backroom meetings” in the history of rap music, knowing what you now know. Picture the most belligerent, muscular, arrogant rappers at any video music awards show in the last quarter-century. The ones who go on and on about being “real OG’s“, behind expensive pistols and sunglasses.
Those guys all did something that they don’t want their families and homies to ever know about, and they’re all overcompensating in public for their masters, as a subconscious cry for help. They went into a backroom with some industry monster and signed their life away, at the expense of their soul. They tricked themselves into being literally owned, and they know it better than any one else. And they’re not pro-wrestling heels; they never get to take the costume off and go home. The costume is on 24/7, for life.
The genius of the “master troll” is how they keep everyone guessing, while revealing cosmic truths about the world we live in. People intolerant of anything labeled anti-Semitic simply wrote off Kanye West years ago, which means that if he happens upon an inconvenient truth about Semitic peoples, it’s only shared with and learned by the unoffended (Gentiles/infidels). The real racists stopped caring about anything Kanye said after Hurricane Katrina, because to them, he’s just some dumb crazy nigger who said Bush didn’t care about black people. They don’t even know that he goes by “Ye” (pronounced YAY) now!
The best trolls are well-versed in concepts like the Streisand Effect and the Overton Window, and use both to wicked advantage. Kanye’s ex-wife Kim Kardashian represents Balenciaga, a Spanish luxury fashion house headquartered in Paris. The faceless black hood that Kanye wore for the Alex Jones appearance where he said he loved Hitler was made by Balenciaga. It’s a total coincidence that the name “Balenciaga” is homophonous with a demonic incantation, meaning anytime the name is said aloud, the speaker (intentionally or otherwise) swears fealty to Ba’al. That’s just crazy talk.
Is it though?
Kim Kardashian’s father was the man who got OJ Simpson acquitted of the murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman, which 99% of the world believes he himself committed. If you were the father of several young daughters, how much money would it take to get you to defend a man who cut a woman’s throat? A man you knew was guilty?
That’s how much money those monstrous Kardashian strumpets grew up around. And what kind of people do you think Daddy Robert and Other Daddy Kris hobnobbed with, back in the OJ days? Big churchgoers, yah? The kind of folks who turn in early for a good night’s sleep?
Totally not people who can get adrenochrome, or any other desirable by-products of human trafficking that require unwilling participants. Totally not the most powerful lawyers on the planet, who boast connections to murderous cartels and overt evildoers that feds can only dream of.
Nahhh. That’s crazy talk.
Well, yeah. It all sounds crazy until you see the connections. Also; I never even heard of Balenciaga until Kanye West wore the hood. Because he said he loved Hitler, the news media went over his appearance with a fine-toothed comb. The media told us where the hood came from. Then we looked into Balenciaga a little deeper, and…
…things got weird. Because this particular Spanish fashion house, well, they don’t necessarily appreciate the association. Or the resultant attention, from the “common rabble”. Why could that be?
It reminds me of the sad tale of Prince William and Meghan Markle, who continually vie for the world’s attention while begging for a moment’s privacy. Eventually it’ll come out that there’s a question the public keeps asking them, one they can’t answer or even react to wordlessly, because they’ll get in big trouble from the other “elites”. And on a world scale, that class ascends higher than most of us will ever see, or know.
Historically, how does someone powerful buy a woman off? Clothes, shoes, and jewelry, correct? Okay. That means for some women, only the finest in the world will suffice. So where do those items come from? Typically, they come from a fashion house or boutique, with its own brand and a recognizable name.
It is de rigueur in Hollywood for fashion companies to work with the latest ingenues, loaning them outfits and accessories that they could never afford, for the purpose of increasing their brand’s visibility. This puts a clean face onto what is, in essence, the commoditization of envy.
For the rap universe to be affected by such a thing, it would have to place an undue focus on image and material objects, like clothes, shoes, and jewelry. Good thing rap is all about the music then, or the entire genre would topple like a house of race cards.
When Kanye West announced to the social media world that bit of TMI about his cousin, and Azealia Banks subsequently clowned on him for being just another closeted black poseur, all at once it became impossible for the media to avoid an ugly and inconvenient truth about its role in the overall corruption of African-American culture. Kanye can’t be extorted using information he’s offered freely, which indicates that in other cases, that sort of information has been utilized for exactly that purpose.
After all, a broken clock is still right twice a day.
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