POPAGANDA

MJ Ultra Mind Games

Nothing was hidden about Michael Jackson's hand behind his head. Nothing is secretive in a scripted society of head games. When The King Of Pop died in 2009, new lies were born and an untold truth was reincarnated. To many Blacks in America, MJ died in the early nineties. For twenty years, designated songs, the discography and hidden messages of MJ was long since underway. IT DID MATTER if Michael was Black or White. White people liked him black and American black cultures were insulted on a grandiose scale by The King Of Pops diabolical plan to become a white man. It did matter that he ESCAPED from society and his culture to Neverland the lighter his skin became. MJ died in fear for his life according to his last phone conversations. Again, the Michael Jackson we all grew up with and influenced by had been dead to us on a level many would understand. Abandoned by his own race, fans turning their backs on him by the end was just as apparent as the amount of crooks and cons around him. Was this a modern mock on African Americans to begin with, or is this the repetitive juxtapose in the arts & music industry, to paint yourself along with the towns they paint with every new city and stadium they played in? With his impeccable moves, one would ponder why a gimmick was ever needed in the first place. Controversial propaganda speaks volumes looking back at his and others careers, slammed with legalalities, rumors, and accusations. Clearly, there was little time left for him to enjoy his newfound fatherhood when he had claimed his very own childhood was stripped away by his own sellout father.

If defined, Popaganda is something that stirs our souls, ignites revolutions, controls society using Pop Stars, and propaganda first started it centuries ago using artists and philosophers. Michael Jackson was staged to become the next form of mind control now by some of deadlist silencers the secret service has to offer this country, The CIA; new dogs w/ old tricks. Pharmueciticals was bound to black out memories and replace people with nuerological dissociative disorders, and the rest of society would dismiss them immediately as drug users instead. Whether MJ was a maniquiun or brainwashed puppet, his tasks were to become a mere marketing tool used to boast Black Magic, occultism and rituals by the end of his career. Suddenly, children born in the 60's and 70's were opened to a child entertainer embracing biker gear and fetish wear. This sat well with the crack cocaine unleashed to the vulnerable, multi- colored public. Black or white, red skin or olive, they all gathered to the open occasion of perverse suttle pursasions from a feminine male openly grabbing his crotch with parachute pants and a white glove. It doesn't matter if your MALE or FEMALE now was the true agenda. A systematic structure slowly being introduced to the hindered and impaired audiences potentially facing a genderless populace. Popaganda brewed up a melting pot for organized mobsters to make a killing off sex, drugs and violence in America that is very much still in effect until today with or without his true apparatus. A prominent role played in the new Civil Rights redesigned to encourage, legalize and protect gay marriages.

When music becomes a person's sole escape route from the heavy hitting reality of wage slavery, it's hard to reject the trends and persuasions by the one celebrity standing center stage for it. Its harder and harder TO JUST SAY NO in a world of hate, civil arrests and popular pillheads. It's hard to stay straight in an intoxicating audience of bisexuals, lesbians and flamboyant gays. Denial is out of reach. The unthinkable slowly becomes ever so out-of-reach.  Not only would they stand up for their gods and goddesses but now they would deny, lie and become the POPAGANDA right along with them that they promoted and bought into. They would allow their own icon to fool them, trick them or con them, and a majority will go to the grave with it if even the entire propaganda and person standing in front of it was a sham all along. If you truly believe in your icon rather than yourself, then you're staring fraudulence in the face.

Did a man who had everything going for him truly need prescriptions to alter his moods? Does an artist truly need to reconstruct their entire face? Does the pyramid of Giza have remotely anything to do with bad plastic surgery? Do we need make-up to cover up our gender? Do we truly need mainstream media to depend on hard facts? Is art, talent and lyrics not enough props anymore, or is this POPAGANDA we bought ourselves into as embarrassing as the illusion of us left standing in the shadows of a pop star's unknown cause of life or death? Michael Jackson may be gone, but POPGANDA lives on.