That celebrity who agrees with you on that one issue? Yeah, they still hate you.
In the quest for cultural prominence, it’s tempting to claim that powerful, influential, and—let’s face it—cool people are on your side. But they’re not.
This is the amazing thing about those of us who fall down on this side of the great divide: instead of trying to do our own thing, so many still want to glom onto the status quo as though it confers some sort of legitimacy.
Legitimacy to whom? What are we hoping to legitimize?
So some professional athlete or comedian or musician shares an opinion that you do. Big deal. They are not you friend. I’m not saying this to demoralize anyone. I’m saying this because it’s true. The enemy of your enemy is not your friend. They are a temporary ally on one discrete issue, but if that issue somehow gets resolved, the celebrity in question will go back to hating you, your children, and everybody like you and your children.
An important aspect to celebrity it’s worth thinking about is how did a person become approved by the powers-that-be in the first place? The simple, reductionist answer is that they played along.
“Played along with what?” is the next logical question. The logical answer is the prevailing religious norms—and it is a religion; stop kidding yourself—shoved down our throats by the entertainment/university/military/corporate/government complex.
These celebrities like money! They like attention and fame! Most of all, they wouldn’t be where they are if they didn’t believe all of this stuff either! They are not victims. They are not deluded country rubes seduced into a life of sleazery by the promise of their name in lights. They aren’t poor victims still on the “DEMONcrat plantaton!” or whatever. This is the life they have chosen.
Do you doubt me? Then how come they all have the same beliefs? The same politics? Why do those in charge of popular culture only know one story? Yes, they gussy said story up in many different guises, which is what all master storytellers do—and don’t try to cope by saying that these people have no talent, because they have tons of talent, and that’s what makes them so dangerous—but the story they tell remains the same.
The story is that of rebellion against God. Some call it Masonic, some Gnostic, but the common theme is that the Christian God is the enemy and Lucifer shall set you free. These people aren’t atheists despite what they say. Everything they do redounds to someone’s glory, as all human action does . . . they have just made it clear who and what it is they are glorifying.
It cuts across all fields of our culture: music and movies/TV are the most obvious, but it’s there in literature as well. Athletic competitions cannot express this worldview, but the fact that athletes who deviate from it get “canceled”—one of many horrid twenty-first century terms that, sadly, is too fitting for what goes on—is telling.
The jock-sniffers’ favorite punching bag Tim Tebow is a great example of this. He is held up for special mockery, while professional athletes who commit assault and better, robbery, rape, and murder are rarely held up for ridicule. NFL, MLB, and NBA players cheered on the violent, race-based destruction of our cities to the applause of the unathletic losers who populate sports media, but don’t you dare be a virgin. Or openly support a Republican.
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When one aspect of exactly what they have helped create unexpectedly clashes with one of their personal beliefs, and they stand up against the beast system they willingly joined, that does not make them a fighter for truth and goodness and beauty. It makes them a whiner and a hypocrite.
Of course, constantly accusing the beast of hypocrisy doesn’t matter, since they have no shame. The best thing to do is to not defend these people. Let them stew in their own juices and suffer disastrous career consequences.
They won’t, of course. Because all of these people will eventually recant to be allowed back into the protective fold of the beast system. Because they like money and power. They have already given over their soul to the prince of this world in exchange for temporal pleasures.
I understand the powerful urge to claim that some important cultural figure is one of “our guys.” It’s a natural instinct that I myself have fallen prey to in the past. But I know better now. These supposed dissidents are either in it to get publicity and drum up sales, or they will quickly be brought to heel by the big money interests who control them. This is the danger of selling your convictions for money: as with every aspect of life, he who signs your checks controls you. It’s an inescapable danger of the post-industrial world where so few even have the ability to grow their own food . . . or actually own the land they live on and the house in which they dwell, and likely never will.
The overarching strategy should be to stop giving money to people that hate you. Attention, too. In order to do so, support alternatives, create alternatives, and help the flowering of a parallel society where you won’t even need these celebrities and their output. The tactical aspect of this is, of course, much easier said than done, but strategically, it is easy.
“Get woke, go broke” is one of the biggest copes of all time. This isn’t about hurting the beast financially, since they will always have more than enough money. It is about making sure that the best doesn’t hurt you. It doesn’t destroy your soul. They hate it when nobody pays attention to them. Even those celebrities who have supposedly wised up and seen the light want your energy, most likely so they can turn around and sucker-punch you, but probably so you buy their product before you realize that they still hate you.
There is also the possibility that all of these Tinseltown rebellions are staged. These are, after all, the people who play pretend and make you believe it for a living.
If you think multi-millionaires are going to give this up to join the side of the people they actively hate and wish were excised from the body politic like a cancer, i.e., you, you are dreaming.
Allies may be found in strange places. The entertainment industry is not one of them. Let them hang.