Showing posts with label Power of Speech. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Power of Speech. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 October 2018

The Mark of KanYe

Textbook Joseph Campbell.

The way Campbell explained it, 
Young Men need a Secondary Father to finish raising them.




Beyond their Biological Father, they need a surrogate, traditionally a
minister
or a

coach
or a 
military officer.

The floatsam and jetsam of a generation washed up on the beach of last resort.

That's why street gangs are so appealing. 
They send you men out, like 
Knights on Quests 
 to hone their skills and improve themselves.

And all the TRADITIONAL Mentors -- forget it.

Men are presumptive predators. 
They're leaving Teaching in droves.

Religious Leaders are pariahs.

Sports Coaches are stigmatized as odds-on pedophiles

Even The Military is sketchy with sexual goings-on.

A Generation of Apprentices 
Without Masters.

KanYe West speaks Perfect English.

Barak Obama speaks Perfect English.

Tupac Shukkur was an Eloquent Muthaf**ka.


This Horse Cannot Be Ridden.

The Boy Cannot Be Trained.

He is Too Old —

and he's GodDamned Fool.





Tuesday, 16 October 2018

KanYe West Talks So Well — He Just Cannot SPEAK






“ In claiming The Power of Speech, as it is called, the Neophyte cries out to the Great One who stands foremost in the ray of knowledge on which he has entered, to give him guidance. 

When he does this, his voice is hurled back by the power he has approached, and echoes down to the deep recesses of human ignorance. 

In ome confused and blurred manner 
the news that there is 
knowledge 
and a 
beneficent power which teaches 
 is carried to
 as many men as will listen to it. 

No disciple can cross the threshold without communicating this news, and placing it on record in some fashion or other. 

He stands horror-struck at the imperfect and unprepared manner in which he has done this; and then comes the desire to do it well, and with the desire thus to help others comes the power. 

For it is a pure desire, 
this which comes upon him; 
he can gain  
no credit, no glory, no personal reward  
by fulfilling it. 


And therefore he obtains  
The Power to fulfil it.

Don't ever try to judge me dude —
You don't know what the fuck I've been through..!
But I know something about YOOOO ...! 
• You went to Cranbrook - that's a private school...!

What's the matter, dawg? 
You're embarrassed? 

This guy's a gangster? 
• His real name’s Clarence
• Now Clarence lives at home wit’ both parents
• And Clarence parents have a real good marriage...

This man ain't no mother-fuckin' MC
I know everything he's got to say against me —


I AM white, 
• I AM a fucking bum 
• I DO live in a trailer with my mom 
• My boy Future IS an Uncle Tom 
• I DO got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob 
Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun 
• I DID get jumped by all six of you chumps 
• And Wink DID fuck my girl 

I'm STILL standin’ here screaming 
"FUCK THA FREEWORLD!!!"

Fuck a beat, I'll go A Capella. 

Fuck a Papa Doc, 
Fuck a clock, 
Fuck a trailer, 
Fuck EVERYBODY. 

Fuck y'all if you doubt me. 

• I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash, I say it proudly. 

And fuck this battle, 
I don't want to win, I'm outtie. 

Here. Tell these people something they don't know about me —