Kissinger has his fingerprints on every bit of foreign policy fuckery since 1968. Laos, Cambodia, China, Israel, Iran, Iraq, Pakistan…all of it.
He makes John Bolton look like a pre-schooler.
A little perspective from life-long Smark:
Many here are aware that we are actually watching the run up to a PPV, and not a movie. The heels are trying to maintain Kayfabe desperately. The babyfaces are throwing swerves to the heel fans daily through worked shoots. So far, anons are the only ones watching the show to realize it. Normies (the heel's loyal marks) are beginning to sense some sort of fuckery in the booking they expected.
What does a wrestling fan do when they are confused by the booking? They check the dirt sheets. What exactly is a dirt sheet you may ask? A dirt sheet is a publication or news letter devoted to the happenings behind the curtain. Which wrestler has heat with the office, who's getting the juicy paydays, who's actually injured and how long will they be out of action….the actual workings of the business hidden by the curtain of Kayfabe. There are reliable dirt sheets such as Meltzer's Wrestling Observer, and there are those who are not so reliable and regurgitate rumors fed to them by office stooges hoping to drive clicks and their own revenue.
Before the MSG Curtain Call incident, the dirt sheets were only known and read by the people in the business. Afterwords, especially after Vince's steroids trial, the sharks went to the dirt sheets more and more until Kayfabe became a memory of the good old days of the territories.
WE ARE NOW THE DIRT SHEET OF GEOPOLITICS.
We are posting the payoff details, the yet unreleased cards for upcoming shows, who's on the disabled list, pics of babyface and heels riding in the same car between towns etc. We've seen the Dusty Finish, and now we're ready for the Cage Match for the strap.