Theory.
The higher ups of the press are implicated.
Some rank and file must hate what they are seeing.
Given The Plan, once those who believe in journalism are free, strings cut, this could all suddenly turn, especially if the not-too-tainted are able to save their skins by presenting the truth.
There does seem to be change of tide coming…
Kek. Definitely this.
Ukanon.
Headlines from the Express…
Macron surrenders French sovereignty to Heil Merkel, Hitler's niece.
https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/1075969/EU-news-Emmanuel-Macron-France-Angela-Merkel-Germany-Aachen-treaty-latest
BBC caught with its hands down the pants of Fake News
https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1075950/Brexit-news-BBC-Newsnight-UK-Nadine-Dorries-Conservative-Party-latest
Getting rid of fat people deliberately with cancer
https://www.express.co.uk/life-style/health/1076005/blood-pressure-tablets-medication-ibesartan-recall-possible-cancer-risk
Future chancellor describes how to hold the EU toes to the fire
https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1075615/Brexit-news-UK-EU-latest-no-deal-money-bill-vote-Theresa-May-Jacob-Rees-Mogg-today
Heroin Kate threatens Yacht Girl public release unless Queen makes her number 1 again.
https://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/1076014/kate-middleton-news-pictures-the-queen-family-action-london-prince-george-charlotte-louis
Charles may be in the closet but his dad Philip is mean
https://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/1075640/prince-philip-prince-charles-crash-royal-family-news-duke-of-edinburgh-spt
Not advocating shenanigans but if you want to deal with the rapper, just spin up a few fake twatters that look like his rivals accounts and be all like, 'yo, yur ho ain't fly, busted a nut in her eye, yo" and then rinse and repeat from rapper to the rivals.
It's pretty much what Khan and MI5 have been doing over WhatsApp with FB's help to get London kids to stab each other.
This sounds like a good Plan B.
Thanks :)
Do you remember when rappers were allowed to say this?
This is Biggi
"Got your father hiding in room,
Fucked him with a broom,
Slit him down the back and rubbed salt in the wound."
Read the lyrics to Dead Wrong.
Someone should overlay it cleverly on a montage of Dem speeches.
Dead Wrong - when rappers were not massive pansies…
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit'
Suckin' on the tits! Had the hooker beggin' for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love, my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC
G's disrespect me, my potency is deadly
I'm shootin' babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
But Smalls don't get down like that
Found your father hidin' in a room, fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin' with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feelin' it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab ya 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin'
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
With no hair in between, know what I mean?
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin' horse's heads
Human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals havin' sex with 'em, camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit, I just
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin', meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wed on the third
Then she's dead on the fourth, I'm dead wrong
Exactly.
The best raps had an element of truth.
When the Music Stops does a good job of describing the inability to see the difference between art, music and real life