At first glance, you’d think you’re looking at a Korean trans woman when, in fact, you’re looking at Madonna, who has a penchant for stretched and stitched visages to make Leatherface blush. I had a lot of thoughts when I saw this image. Primarily, I thought about the power of youth and beauty and—like the infamous Dorian Gray—the bargains and corruptions we’ll endure to preserve it. Given Madonna’s obsession with Marlene Dietrich, you might presume the Material Girl’s eventual mutation into a clothespin-fetishist recluse seems the forgone conclusion. Although no one disappears in this age, we’re too plugged in, and too thirsty for adulation. So I expect we’ll watch Madonna’s plastification continue. We’ll return to her and what she represents in a bit—moving on.
Prince Harry’s book hit the shelves and kindles last week, with many jewels of insight buried therein, can you endure his castrati mumbling (he or his handlers chose for the royal to narrate the book himself). Like the life lesson, to which surely we all relate, where he uses Liz Arden cream on his frozen penis while stirred by the image of his mother. Notwithstanding the Freudian foreshadowing, what does this add to the prince’s story, and how is it relevant to the impressive amalgamation of life compiled in a biography? Or, is this truly the height of his achievements that we are to celebrate?
Since we’re talking about useless ginger twats, it’s worth mentioning the epic mental meltdown of washed-up, nostrils-ringed-in-coke gaming personality Adam Sessler, too. Gaming and its rumoured army of incels put Adam on the radar and gave him whatever wealth and prominence he’s since squandered. Talk about following Harry’s lesson in biting the hand that feeds you. However, like so many others plugged into the media matrix, Adam has completely lost his mind to tyrannical delusions of misogyny and white supremacy (he’s white, by the way). Adam isn’t alone in succumbing to woke derangement. Indeed, Jim, now Stephanie Sterling, paved the way for Adam’s eventual bursting out of the closet in heels and crinoline.
In more serious news and one of life’s many interesting coincidences, “man’s man” Andrew Tate was arrested for human trafficking on the same date the Virgin Islands sued JP Morgan for facilitating the sale of sex slaves on behalf of Epstein. If you’re a shareholder at JP Morgan, fret not! Less than a week after filing the suit, the Attorney General was fired. What a relief for the spiderweb of enablers and clients of the largest pedophile sex-trafficking ring in modern history.
Although, as with the historically astounding amount of athletes dropping dead from heart failure, we know what or who isn’t involved. Gates, the Clintons, Soros, Trump and the Davos parishioners are innocent wayfarers whose jets were in the hangars for repairs and thumbed a ride on the pedophile express ten, twenty or thirty-six times in Bill’s case. Wrong place, wrong time. Or times, rather.
Four of these events involve the obsessive hunger for relevance resulting in the mutilation, humiliation, emotional castration or ruin of the host. Four of these events and their amplification by the powers that be and the algorithms they control constitute wailing torrents in the storm of sensory confusion that bombards us. Yet, only one of these stories has real relevance or impact on your life: Epstein and his client list. Crack that mystery, and you expose the maggoty rot of our culture; you see the veins of black mould creeping into Big Pharma, Big Agriculture, and Big Government; those who would keep you comatose, fat and coerced into uselessness. You know the whole vile truth of how we’ve allowed craven degenerates to rule us. You see, and you must take account.
Epstein’s legacy is the great, despot’s fable, from which we have yet to learn; of a train of slaves funnelled through elite cloisters, passed around like toys to spoiled children, and then discarded, often in dumpsters much the same. Everything else is a distraction, part of the idiocracy that keeps you simple, soft and meek. The absolute corruption of power and our ignorance of that reality is the only story that matters.
Don’t take your eyes off the truth.
—C