I don't like to have to put the mental cross-hair on anyone, but... there are forces in this world that target me. They target everyone within range, and out of range too. So... I am going to do some plain speaking today, such as was once routine here, until God showed me a better way. Today though... these words need to be said.
Rap is a celebration of the animal nature. It's a crotch-grabbing, insecurity dance of the developmentally arrested. It celebrates all that is brutish and carnal in us. It dances like an electric current between the horns of Mammon, these two poles being, booty and bling. It's Materialism of the adolescent sort.
It's an incestuous tormenting of the language, without context or coherence, a mad spilling of childish rhymes of vile intent, filled with animosity and lust. It's the porcine sounds of copulation in a pig-wallow, AND... its main players are the hand puppets of the slave masters who owned the ships of transport to Charleston Bay that brought them here in chains.
Every time this fact starts to break in the minds of the mesmerized who chase The Carrot, (and fear The Whip) they are captivated by a new distraction. Usually, this involves the pitting of one race against another, creating shortages and phony plagues, starting wars...while they cheer from the sidelines. They've been doing this for a long time. It's no wonder they are good at it.
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