“Hey, R2! Do you remember “Darth Vader”? Do you remember “Jabba the Hutt”? Do you remember “Luke Skywalker”? Do you remember “Princess Leia”? Do you remember “Anakin”? (Mom and I were playing with our droid earlier this evening.)
A video from an R2D2™ Interactive Astromech Droid (© 2001): “Hey! R2! Dance Program!”
“What team are you rooting for?” Pete asked of me long ago via a cellphone call.
“I’m a Patriot.” I replied twice in an echo and without thinking to the weight of my answer or the meaning of being a “patriot” years later.
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A few minutes ago, I watched a YouTube video of “Pop Superstar MADONNA at Super Bowl XLVI, HALFTIME Show” by “TheHumanSlinky”. I noticed that the theme had lots of light and the colors of red and black. I also noticed how much fun the participants were having.
I loved the vocal of Cee Lo Green. His smooth voice harnmonized very well and reminded of islanders. This was the first time I heard him sing.
Later, I noticed how Madonna said “Home” and disappeared into the light below. After her “departure”, the participants dissipated away from the stage. I noticed how the flow of red color resembled lava flowing out. The final imagery of “World Peace” looked like “fire and brimstone” of hell after all the showy “love and light” of heaven.
At around 07:26pm that day Sunday and while we sat together to eat dinner, Paw told me that the “New York Giants had won over the New England Patriots”. Immediately, my thought was how symbolic that ancient giants of Nephilim had won the football game over modern men of conservatives. I didn’t watch the game because I expected something symbolic to happen during the game and/or show and I didn’t want to watch something boring, like grown men “dropping the ball”.
Carbon, the basis of all known life on earth, has surprised us once again.
At 16:36, I was listening to an 9:53 audio via YouTube about “50 Cent Speaks On Secret Societies In Hip Hop!” He is articulate. And like him there are lots of black folks who are intelligent enough to tell it how it is but some choose to just lay low. When they come out to tell the truth, you can hear how their words flow easily.
It’s hard to come out with the truth. Trust me on this one. That’s why I am blogging anonymously.
I remember “hip-hop” was really fun until Satan came along to ruin the hearts, souls and minds of these musical artists. The temptation and addiction for lots of power, money, fortune, fame, drugs, alcohol, sex, and mostly GREED, will always be there to CHANGE as person.
YES, WE CAN! (or the reverse of THANK YOU, SATAN.)
So for any new and current performance artist, save your souls. Don’t eat the meat. Don’t drink the blood. Be ready to lose everything when you want to move on and out and to do your own things. Because while you are still under THEIR control, you are pretty much a victim and a slave (all over again). You have NO freedom.
Trust me on this one. I’ve been on the radar all my life. And I’m not even popular or fortunate enough to go public! Surprise!
