I'm sort of "undercover" in one of the most targeted cabal infested regions of the USA, that being Los Angeles and Hwood. I have an unusual profession which made me valuable among show biz types. Not the worst offenders, thank God, but those circulating around them. Looking back, I believe I have been protected from getting involved with the worst offenders. I guess I wasn't desperate, or hungry enough?
I still do have reason to be involved with those circulating the inner circle. It's called earning a living. Yep, many of them are stone cold liberals. Politically compromised through and through. They are also who I would call brainwashed. Otherwise good people stuck in that matrix of control. Now knowing what I know thanks to Q and QR, I can only be in their company for reasons of observation. I am keeping a close watch on how these people are handling current times while they watch their empire crumble.
Yesterday I had reason to travel deep into ground zero of Hwood compromise central. In my company was a new business owner (to whom I was lending a service), and a couple hired to handle management. It was actually the woman in the couple who will be more involved with management. The husband seemed to be there for support.
In their mid 30's, the mulatto husband had an obvious urban affect to his manner of speaking, which I call blackese. You know the style of talking, as if they're some sort of rapper offstage, in this instance talking in the presence of ladies. He liked using the word "beautiful" a lot when complimenting anything one of the women said.
The new business owner expressed her anxiety about whether the business was the right thing to do financially. At that point, rapster man dropped a very deep truth, that if your intentions are true, and from the heart, the money will come. He said that was something his "mentor" schooled him about years ago. "Mentor?" the business owner inquired?
Turns out this guy was an actual rapper, who at age 15 was brought into a production team to produce an album/CD. His "mentor" was the producer. The business owner was fascinated by this mentor, thinking him some sort of sage, so she asked him what additional wisdom he taught the young rapper. After what sounded to me like cliche platitudes you would hear from any urban hipster, I mentioned I was interested in hearing what he learned during the time he was a teen in the spotlight, to present time as a married man, specifically what to avoid, how he navigated trouble, life lessons from a survivor. He looked at me blank faced, and returned to platitudes.
Then he dropped a revealing truth that his mentor is a cold man. That's supposed to be a compliment, a nod to the ethic that the more cold you are (dealings with others, handling money), the more successful you become…as long as your heart and intentions are true, of course. That's when I noticed a deep scar on one side of his face.
Bottom line. This is a guy who was born and raised in a very rough urban setting, who probably became a gang member, then probably because he was a good looking mulatto boy, got swept up in the rap music business, likely by a gangster impresario who molded the young lad in his image, made money off of him, and owns him to this day. The nasty scar? A gang fight when he was a teen? Prison time? A warning from his handlers?
I was in the presence of a modern day slave.