The Drop Ceiling of Damocles

By Nathan Payne | pablosmoglives | 3 Dec 2022

"With what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.  And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?  Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?  Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye."  Matthew 7:2-5


I saw an article earlier this year which said something about how some people somewhere were looking for a reason to keep Kanye West out of the Grammys, because of an inflammatory comment he made about something.  My immediate thought was, "why do they have to manufacture a reason to keep Kanye West out of the Grammys?  Shouldn't a lack of talent suffice?"  Since independent musicians can't survive in a cheap (Jewish?), entitled society that has been conditioned to live on handouts, Kanye West actually has a reason to attend the Grammys.  That's how shallow the talent pool has become.  The so-called leaders of the entertainment industry, the presumably-influential power-brokers of mainstream zeitgeist itself actually have to conjure and invent reasons to keep a talentless individual away from an awards show designed to celebrate people with musical talent.  Since when did the talent pool become inflatable?  When did music consumers become children who aren't capable of swimming in the deep end, and who are so inept that they can only consume chewable, artificially-flavored sentiments fed to them from a giant spork to keep from drowning?


Suffice it to say, with the possible exception of "Jesus Walks," which is only memorable because it was his first (only?) hit, Kanye West is a great example of what's wrong with culture today.  He's supposedly a rapper and a musician, and yet I have never heard anybody, anywhere, actually express an interest in the "latest work" of this supposedly-edgy figure.  I have never heard anybody, anywhere, ever, remind the world how great he was in the 90's, or 2000's, or say anything about a "fall from artistic grace," and a tragic, apparently intellectually-incapacitating inability to find his muse again, after such a brilliant, promising start.  I have never heard it from anybody, anywhere, ever.  The only thing Kanye is known for is saying things that make people mad.  That is the only thing people remember about him, because it is the only thing he actually does. 

After this fake bread & circuses "interview" with Alex Jones, I've softened my edge against him a bit; the Hitler nonsense notwithstanding, maybe he does say some things about the entertainment industry that need to be said.  I'm not listening to him, and would need to be paid to watch the interview, but scrolling through some recent headlines about him, maybe he has a point; maybe he's under attack, maybe the IRS owes him millions of dollars and his mother was sacrificed.  Maybe she was.  I still don't think he would last 10 seconds in a culture that revered and respected artistic talent and ability (whatever he is, an artist is the one thing he's obviously not), but maybe he has a point that's at least partially valid.  Whatever the case, every time you take a song for free, you enable his particular kind of attention-seeking, narcissistic behaviour, by lowering the bar and making it possible for people like Kanye West to have an actual reason to attend the Grammys (other than supporting a talented friend).  He desperately needs to be ignored en masse for the rest of his life.

Like food, housing, clothing, transportation, and everything else, with culture, you get what you pay for.

It could have been a brilliant career.  All it needed was to actually be brilliant.  Oh well.  Too late now.

But that isn't the point of this article.  While it's undoubtedly mostly the work of paid government trolls, I have observed an absurd, alarming increase in rhetoric sympathetic to Hitler and Nazis in recent years.  The point of this article is to malign people for embracing this nonsense, for undoing the work of people like MLK, Rosa Parks and the like by promoting racial superiority or inferiority of any kind (who are you to put yourself above another creature made in the image of GOD, thou temporal image of God?)(also, undoing the work of MLK et al. because of people who are undoing it for George Floyd is the same thing as undoing the work of MLK et al. for George Floyd), for falling into Jew hate, for repeating tired, Ye-esque platitudes about Jews that have been sung by artless, idolatrous hacks since the time of the Pharaohs, for failing to see the spirit behind the Pharaohs is the same spirit that infested the Nazis thousands of years after the fact, for failing to see that this spirit is malevolent and has never produced anything but death and destruction for millennia, for failing to see that this spirit's hang-up on Jews is a bad thing, for believing oneself somehow enlightened for being unable to separate Jews and/or Judaism from Rothschild Zionism (whatever that is), for spinning their wheels in #TheNoticing, while failing to notice that this would-be noticing is apparently completely unaware of the fact that it's spinning its own wheels in yet another obvious, avoidable trap.


It's so unbelievably boring.  So boring.  Terrifically, horribundantly redundant and tiresome.  Like a cancer of kosher swine, the myopic paradox persists.  If the dirty pig spirits have become technologically advanced, so that they no longer have to roil around in the muck with no clothes on, but can now apply pressure to a lever on the floor of an upholstered cushion-chamber, a lever which instructs an internal-combustion velocity-enhancement device to increase the flow of a processed petroleum substance to a series of pistons that churn some murky oil-milk into spontaneous butter fire, so that some rubber wheels can now do their roiling for them, thousands of times faster than they could do it in the flesh, does that make them somehow less swine? 

Just cuz you've outsourced your muck-roiling to advanced technological achievements, does that make you actually, intellectually or spiritually more interesting or different from the average pig, Pharaoh, or high-ranking member of the Nazi party?

How much more abundantly moribund and mediocre can it get?

Don't answer that.  It's a rhetorical question, designed to drain the blood from all sensitive souls in horror at the thought, to the point that the soul comes to the end of itself, and the understanding of the need for repentance has finally been achieved.  I don't want to know how much more abundantly moribund and boring it can get.  I have lost my faith in the ability of people who have outsourced their artistic and spiritual life to Kanye West and Joseph Goebbels NOT to lower the bar of introspective standards to the point that earthworms and eyeless fish who eat blind gnomes on the bottom of the sea would strain to clear the ever-lowering Drop Ceiling of Damocles dangling precariously from an unequivocally-unraveling zip-tie of lies above us all.


To wit, y'ain't gonna save the world, your race, or anybody's country by rounding up, squaring off, or staring down the Jews.  It's been done.  And anyway, what if Alex Jones is a Zionist shill?  I'm inclined to doubt it, but even if he is, does it matter?  Is Godzilla a Zionist?  Does anybody still think that professional sports are the "bread and circuses" designed to keep us down?  Aren't images like this, and the fake cultural non-events they portray, far more distracting than any football game could ever be?



Are we supposed to believe Kanye is making a statement, with his black mask?  And even if he is, wouldn't it be nice if he wrote some songs, made some musical statements, perhaps, before presuming to make statements like Prince about his enslavement to the system?


I saw a headline by Paul Joseph Watson recently which asked a question that reminded me of the scene in Titanic when the ship sinks low enough that the lights flicker off.  It was a ridiculous headline, indicative of a culture underwater.  It read, "Milo, Nick Fuentes, Kanye, and Trump meet for a summit of margaritas in Miami," or something to that effect.  Watson asked his own question in the headline, which was something along the lines of, "WTF?"

I thought it was a good question.  I wondered why Watson didn't ask it of himself, before disregarding the story completely, abandoning his digs in England, and expatriating to the moon for the survival of the species.  Whatever event the headline was reporting on, it certainly wasn't news.  It was the kind of news the guy who monitors the lights in the Titanic gives to the captain, before shoving some poor sap into the sea, in a desperate, selfish attempt to get a seat on the lifeboat and save his own life.  The news equivalent of some guy making his way through a dark room full of drunken, panicking gender unicorns to tell the one sane, sober person left on board that the lights are off.  Only to find that the last sane, sober person on board abandoned ship over a year ago, and is drinking Kava juice in the South Pacific in a village full of girls wearing coconut bikinis. 

When the ceiling drops incrementally, though, it can be hard to see until it's too late, and your spine is twisted from years of being hunched over in order to accommodate the contortions necessary to dance to the music of the inflatable, Jew-hating sharks splashing in the kiddie pool of a formerly deep and interesting culture and society.

As Vonnegut once observed, "So it goes."

Thanks for listening.


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Nathan Payne
Nathan Payne

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