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WHY DID RAP MUSIC TURN TO SHIT IN 91?

 

It’s hard to believe now, but back in the 80’s there were several really good rap albums. My own favourite is “Paul’s Boutique” by the Beastie Boys from 1989

Before you say Jews can’t rap (although that is usually pretty accurate), check this out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Naf5uJYGoiU

 

The last good rap album I ever heard was “Traction” (1994) by New Zealand band Supergroove.

And before you say Kiwis can’t rap check this out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gEy2FJ_AiA

Going back to the early days of rap, there were several absolute classics in the 80's such as "The Message"(1982) by Grandmaster Flash, "Fight The Power" (1989) by Public Enemy, and my all time favourite "Paid In Full" (1987) by Eric B & Rakim

 

I’ve long wondered why rap music turned to shit a full 10 years before all other music turned to shit.

And then I read this and everything made sense.

I have no idea who the guy was who wrote this, but that is the point really – if anyone knew who he was he probably would have been suicided…

Yeah, this does all sound like it could be true to me:

“After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society.

I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day.

So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.

Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then.

Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted.

This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.

The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces.

Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future.

Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry.

Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us.

The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us.

A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.

Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background.

I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”.

At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement.

He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments.

I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us.

We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares.

Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled.

Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons.

Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws.

My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a fucking joke?”

At this point things became chaotic.

Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside.

My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting.

I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences.

We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.

A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us.

I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather.

No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention.

I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family.

I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to.

I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.

Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.

As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves.

Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it.

Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music.

I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.

I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment.

As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew.

Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex.

Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration.

Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible.

Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable”

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Want to see this bullshit actually starting out back in 91? – Ice T – Original Gangster

Now watch his moronic video and say this isn’t part of a zionist control plan:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scILa5iPBcg

And read the comments underneath and say it didn’t inspire some retards to get their sorry arses straight into a prison!

Share this about a bit – I suspect that was the authors intention

http://humansarefree.com/2014/10/the-secret-meeting-that-changed-rap.html

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SO JUST HOW MORONIC WERE ICE T’s LYRICS? – try this utter crap for size:

 

COP KILLER

Got my black shirt on
I got my black gloves on
I got my ski mask on
This shit’s been too long

I got my twelve gauge sawed off
I got my headlights turned off
I’m ’bout to bust some shots off
I’m ’bout to dust some cops off

Cop killer, better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality
Cop killer, I know your family’s grievin’
(Fuck ’em)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even

I got my brain on hype
Tonight’ll be your night
I got this long-assed knife
And your neck looks just right

My adrenaline’s pumpin’
I got my stereo bumpin’
I’m ’bout to kill me somethin’
A pig stopped me for nuthin’

Cop killer, better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality
Cop killer, I know your mama’s grievin’
(Fuck her)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even

Die, die, die pig, die
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, yeah

Cop killer, better you than me
I’m a cop killer, fuck police brutality
Cop killer, I know your family’s grievin’
(Fuck ’em)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even

Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the police, break it down

Fuck the police, yeah
Fuck the police for Darryl Gates
Fuck the police for Rodney King
Fuck the police for my dead homies

Fuck the police for your freedom
Fuck the police, don’t be a pussy
Fuck the police, have some muthafuckin’ courage
Fuck the police, sing along

Cop killer, cop killer, cop killer, cop killer
Cop killer, what you’re gonna be when you grown up?
Cop killer, good choice, cop killer
I’m a muthafuckin’ cop killer

Cop killer, better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality
Cop killer, I know your mama’s grievin’
(Fuck her)

Cop killer, but tonight we get even

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Always Wanted to be a Ho

This goes out to all you ladies out there.
A lot of you won’t grow up to be lawyers or doctors,
but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream.

When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things
Pretty party dresses, candy and rings
You was your Momma’s little angel, Daddy’s little girl
They used to fix your hair up in pretty ribbons and curls
Your sex drive was much deeper than the rest of the girls
You used to freak your boyfriends, take them ’round the world
As a teen, you didn’t like school that much
Your moms drank, your daddy likes to cuddle and touch
Too much, so you hit the street looking for love
Affection and devotion, met none of the above
Met me in the club working your fake id
Looked me in the face like a slave set free
I said walk into my eyes baby, come with me
I can show you things that you dream to see
Take you off the street get you something to eat
Something nice to wear and a place to sleep
My name is Ice, I’m the nicest guy you’re ever gonna meet
Tell me what you want, I’ll make your life complete
She said, I always wanted to be a ho
I always wanted to be a ho

You just had to find the player that was right for you,
Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true

The first thing we’re gonna do is buy yourself a new dress
Take some pictures, put you in the LA Express
Teach you how to walk in some high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
“Are you my pimp?”
Oh dear God don’t say that
I’m your manager, your boyfriend, you’re agent, your mack
Now I’m a do my hair baby, I’ll be right back
Because we gotta look good when we hits the track
Now your real name? “Shirl”
Yeah, we gotta change that
I think I’ll call you Apple, cause your ass is kinda fat
How old are you? “16”
Well that’s just right
But you’re 18 if anybody asks tonight
I’m a teach you how to get this long paper right
Catch a trick, suck his dick, break his ass for life
Cause I love you, that’s all you really need to know
I’m ’bout to miss my hair appointment, girl I got to go
She said, I always wanted to be a ho
I always wanted to be a ho

You just had to find the player that was right for you,
Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true

“Now what if I meet a trick that got long cash?”
That’s when I call the crew with the black ski masks
But right now we’ll only worry ’bout the basic stroll
Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold
A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand
Throw in a blow job, they’ll fuck off grands
I may even put you where the real johns at
Some call the strip club, I call the indoor track
They got lap dancers, table dancers, mad back rooms
And you can double up your profit if you take them home
“I wanna be the best”
Well this game’s the test
G-string bikinis and silicone breasts
Suckas break themselves just to sniff your nest
And if you get tired, I got crystal meth
“I think I’m in love…”
Baby doll it’s on
You were made for me baby, since the day you were born

You just had to find the player that was right for you
Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true

[Outro]
Yeah baby, we gonna do a lot of beautiful things for each other
You know what I’m saying?
We gonna get me a new car
We gonna get me some better jewelry
Some nicer rags, you know what I’m saying?
We gonna help each other out, you know what I’m saying?
We gonna get me a new pad, you know?
Maybe get me a Rolex
We gonna do a lot of things for each other, it’s gonna be beautiful
Me and you
I love you baby
We gonna put a whole lot of money in my pocket
That’s what we gonna do. You are so cute in that dress
That’s right
Damn, go on,
get your ass out there and do something right quick for a player
Yeah I love you, get your fucking ass out there
I love you, get the fuck out…

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SOME RANDOM EXTRAS

 

A tricky question is how much of rap is done from within and how much from above? I think all popular music is being done from above, and modern musicians are too talentless to write any of it themselves, but there are lots of agendas – transgender and satanism being big ones at the moment…

These two tranny freaks are quite a story – Start with swapping their sexes over and then throw in some satanic shit..

RANDOMS ON SATURDAY

 It's Saturday so it must be time for some random images!

 The original Michelin man with his wife Mrs Michelin - circa 1900:

 

James Hunt (on the left) died of a heart attack aged 45. The 2013 movie about F1 called "Rush" is worth seeing. Meanwhile Lewis Hamilton on the right was technical assistant for the new F1 movie called "F1" (2025) which cost over $300k but looks a bit gay:

 

A FEW GOOD QUOTES

 

Some quotes are rare gems of wisdom that stand out like dog’s balls in TARDWORLD…

“I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”
― Mark Twain

“Look…you can’t proclaim yourself king just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at you” – Monty Python, Holy Grail

“If you’re too open-minded; your brains will fall out.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti

“When I was growing up I always wanted to be someone. Now I realize I should have been more specific.”
― Lily Tomlin

“There are times when it is appropriate, even preferable, to get an erection when someone’s face is in close proximity to your penis. This was not one of those times.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“Instead of committing suicide, people go to work.”
― Thomas Bernhard, Correction

“I’m placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don’t know, possibly littering.”
― Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant

“What is your advice to young writers?”
“Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/funny?page=7

George Carlin knocked out a few good ones!

“Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that” – George Carlin

“Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.”
― George Carlin

“If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?”
― George Carlin

“That’s why they call it the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.”
― George Carlin

“Some people see things that are and ask, Why?
Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not?
Some people have to go to work and don’t have time for all that.”
― George Carlin

“Religion is like a pair of shoes…..Find one that fits for you, but don’t make me wear your shoes.”
― George Carlin

“Tell people there’s an invisible man in the sky who created the universe, and the vast majority will believe you. Tell them the paint is wet, and they have to touch it to be sure.”
― George Carlin

“Atheism is a non-prophet organization.”
― George Carlin

“Life gets really simple once you cut out all the bullshit they teach you in school.”
― George Carlin

“Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.”
― George Carlin

“The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.”
― George Carlin

“Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.”
― George Carlin

“THINGS YOU NEVER HEAR: ‘Please stop sucking my dick or I’ll call the police.”
― George Carlin

“I think I am, therefore, I am… I think.”
― George Carlin

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked” – George Carlin

“Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, ‘There is no “I” in team.’ What you should tell them is, ‘Maybe not. But there is an “I” in independence, individuality and integrity'” – George Carlin

“Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half empty.
I see a glass that’s twice as big as it needs to be” – George Carlin

“The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
― George Carlin

“God loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He’s all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can’t handle money!”
― George Carlin

“Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.”
― George Carlin

“It’s important in life if you don’t give a shit. It can help you a lot.”
― George Carlin

“Isn’t making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing section in a swimming pool?”
― George Carlin

“I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a man nailed to two pieces of wood.”
― George Carlin

“Everyone smiles in the same language.”
― George Carlin

“Don’t just teach your children to read…
Teach them to question what they read.
Teach them to question everything.”
― George Carlin

“No matter how you care to define it, I do not identify with the local group. Planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, party, union, club, association, neighborhood improvement committee; I have no interest in any of it. I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.”
― George Carlin

“People who say they don’t care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don’t care what people think.”
― George Carlin

“If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea…does that mean that 1 enjoys it?”
― George Carlin

“People always tell me “Have a nice day.” Well what if I don’t want to? What if I want to have a crappy day?”
― George Carlin

“We are a nation of sheep, and someone else owns the grass.”
― George Carlin

“Not only do I not know what’s going on, I wouldn’t know what to do about it if I did.”
― George Carlin

“I have lots of ideas. Trouble is, most of them suck. ”
― George Carlin

https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/22782.George_Carlin?page=4

THE NUKES HOAX

 

NOTHING SEEMS TO WIND UP AMERICANS QUITE LIKE CALLING OUT THE NUKES HOAX

If nuclear bombs don’t really exist that would be a good thing. Wouldn’t it? – it means all the nuclear Armageddon is all just moronic fudporn and we are not in any danger of being nuked.

The catch is it also means that pretty much everything else we have been told is fictional as well. And that really upsets people who like to believe the official narratives.

This 16 page document is a good intro to the fake nukes scam:

http://mileswmathis.com/nucfake.pdf

American school kids being indoctrinated in 1962:

My old blog post about hiroshima-and-nagasaki has some interesting photos

And this video does a great job of covering one of the major aspects of the hoax

https://www.bitchute.com/video/i6FF7wENUz1S/

See more nuclear content here: https://blurtlatam.intinte.org/nuclear/@samstonehill/the-nuclear-scam-exposed