A God Complex Runs the Gauntlet
~ in the shadows of a bloodline battle royale ~
This is your reminder that the corridors of power run deep and run the gauntlet. Your reminder that for all we are seeing on the surface, there is turmoil beneath and a lotta backstabbing and skullduggery in the undertow. That the bloodlines of this country are at war and the arterial veins are flooded with the chum of bastard children showing up, asking our forefathers, “Are you my daddy?” And these children are fanged and clawed and were raised by wolves and wraithlings; they will cause a great deal of destruction before their creators draw up the courage to lay them the fuck down, as they must do.
My time in the Industry (music) and the Life (affiliated) has brought me into strange circles, adjacent to the intersections between power brokers that reveal strange alliances and unpublishable memoirs. As far removed as me and my people were from the East Coast and its kingmakers, for example, we still heard things about P Diddy that suggested we stay as far the fuck away from that man and his ilk as possible. (To keep it real, all it took for me was the music video to “I’ll Be Missing You” for me to know duke’s self-interest was detestable and he was not to be trusted.) And we, as underground Westsiders, were happy to oblige.
So when I see the pillars of this country’s institutions shake and its champions bare their neck and bend the knee for what looks like absurd reasons that make no sense, I can only imagine the kind of machinations going on behind the veil. What grift and grandeur is being promised to Chuck Schumer. What blackmail file Kimberly Guilfoyle has activated on her ex Gavin Newsome, so Bannon can slither up next to him and molt into Newsom’s pomade. What Stephen Miller’s arranged marriage reaped in backroom deals for slave labor in the camps, and for whom.
Before I go any further, let's dispel with the That Doesn’t Really Happen part of the slide show. You don’t think crooked cops set up assassinations for big donors? Answer: the FBI, Cointelpro, Fred Hampton, Geronimo Pratt, Malcolm X, MLK. You don’t think Epstein was really working a Honeypot operation? Answer: J Edgar Hoover, the FBI, the Chicago Outfit, and JFK. You don’t think that with so many fentanyl deaths, no way somebody's poisoning the well? Answer: the denatured alcohol mandate during Prohibition and methanol poisoning. You don’t think Black men are targeted and coerced into false confessions to solve cases by the police? Answer: Chicago’s notorious police commander Jon Burge and the over 120 tortured souls he falsely incarcerated. You don’t think our elections are heavily manipulated for specific results? Answer: Cambridge Analytica, gerrymandering, poll taxes, literacy tests, grandfather clauses, felony disenfranchisment, and voter ID laws.
For more, look into the Gulf of Tonkin, everything Gaza, depleted uranium and Gulf War Syndrome, the Highway of Death, Operation Northwoods, the Marquette Park Four and the Dixmoor Five, and the CIA’s role in overthrowing democratically elected leaders in Chile, Guatemala, and Iran. Just to get a taste. James Bond villains and conspiracy theories ain’t got shit on reality.
Anyway—The Management is really going through it right now. There are some batshit crazy and scary characters throwing elbows around the clubhouse, and for the older gangsters, they’re beginning to weigh the profits VS the collateral damage. Sometimes a good earner isn’t worth all the trouble. Institutions, however, can be slow to move, as they are so massive in their traditions and cemented by old old money. New Jacks will fuck things up for a minute before the behemoths flex their wings, haul their hulking mass off the hoard they covet, take flight and vomit lava.
With new money upstarts like Elon, it takes some time to calibrate their weaknesses in order to respond accordingly. And despite a lotta money, Elon has a LOOOOTTA weaknesses, don’t trip. It might even be that he plays himself out of the game, he’s stretched so thin—financially, mentally, and with all the drugs he’s carpet bombing his brain with, who knows. It prolly doesn't help he looks like he’s wearing a skinsuit of himself, and poorly. For the OGs, they might be able to ride out the damage. Rather than engage directly, and risk fighting a dude with enough money to bring laser cannons to a gun battle, why not let the Ketamine Kowboy blip himself out?
There are others, in The Management, who find this level of cruelty unnecessary and revolting. While they may get off on the money and power one can reap from exploitation and oppression, this new kink for inflicting suffering is, frankly, too much. Leaves a bad taste in their mouth, being reminded just how horrifying it can get, and seeing the skinned carcass of their actions being dragged around in the streets and tortured, well… yuck. They don’t like being told who and what they really are, without the flair and gossamer and glittering window dressing. They prefer the veneer of civility and cultivated aesthetic they maintain. Having sickos like Donnie Darko and the P-2025 around just makes it all too blatant, too apparent. They may decide they’ve had enough and do something about it so they can retreat back into the darkness like Homer Simpson into a bush. Even Platinum Plus members of the Illuminati can be introverts.
If this all still feels too insane to wrap your beautifully human conscience around, it might help to remember that with great wealth a God complex is not too far away. Throw in a little religion, whether Christian or Satanic, and it’s easy for them to buy into all kindsa belief systems that see us as pieces on a game board, as chattel, as labor forces to deploy, as collateral in a game of Chutes and Ladders. Some of these people consider themselves shepherds, or custodians to humanity, anointed by higher powers. They believe that with their divine blessings (money & power) they must have a hand in shaping the future of humankind. Some of these guys believe they are playing a worldwide, in real time, SimCity, or Empire, or Minecraft for Millionaires. Operating at that scale, what's a few million lives, give or take?
None of this is an assurance that you and I should let up off the gas, tho. Not at all. The interdependence being forged between people is going to be essential to meeting the challenges of the future, as this Kaiju showdown is an opportunity to destabilize old belief systems on a cellular level.
Which is really the best play we got. If the people don’t want whatever the winners of this White Power Wrestlemania will have to offer, maybe making the what’s left of the world alien to their kinda conquest is a good idea. The big dogs are wilding out right now. Fighting over who gets to be called ‘His Excellency,’ or ‘Your Lordship,’ and how best to manage human capital. It would be dope if, when they turn their full force attention back to us, we are undeniably, unapproachably, unfuckwitable.
As always you're right on the money - pun very much intended. Old money vs. New money.
Though they actually are playing a worldwide, in real time, like it was SimCity, or Empire, or Minecraft for Millionaires.
While we can't know how this war between them will play out, what has become abundantly clear is that we need to withdraw our money and our labor and build self-sustaining communities. Even if it were not for the situation on the sociopolitical and economic level at the national level, with the changes that are coming with regard to climate we must do so -with the utmost haste.
You experience in the music industry surely gave you a sharp eye for this level of crazy going on and why it would disturb the introverted “management.” Great piece, thank you.