“Helpless Struggle” 

MM approaches an art piece and looks at the description plate. “Helpless Struggle – Oil on canvas.” In what appears to be the middle of the ocean there is an enormous wave about to engulf the silhouette of a man standing alone on a rock. In the foreground another silhouette of a rock with waves crashing against it displays the silhouettes of two men. They are engaged in a dynamic struggle. For some reason Metaphysical Man can’t take his eyes off the painting. Suddenly he notices the sound of an animated discussion gradually getting louder as they approach him. He recognizes one of the voices as that of his friend Dan. “I’m telling you it represents man’s struggle against his environment. It is inevitable of course that he win this struggle. It reminds me of the dramatic conclusion to the  Who’s rock opera Quadrophenia. In the song entitled ‘the Rock’ the protagonist dissatisfied with his society boards a small boat and flees to a rock in the middle of the sea.” The other voice, which Double M does not recognize responds, “I don’t agree with you. I think the piece is blasphemous. The artist is obviously insinuating that man is without hope and destined to be swept away by his environment. It’s sacrilege!” Metaphysical Man feels a hand on his shoulder. “Metaphysical Man is an expert art critic. Let’s let him settle this for us.” At that moment the deafening sound of breaking glass draws the attention of everyone in the building. This is followed by the sound of hundreds of motorcycle engines revving up. Metaphysical Man begins running towards the open window. At the same time he rips open his tuxedo shirt revealing the MM logo on his chest.

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Rap Music and it’s negative affects on Africa

The American Dream for many people involves the accumulation of enormous amounts of wealth at any cost. Even when the enterprise is morally reprehensible as long as it is not illegal it is praised. As an example of this take the hit series ‘Breaking Bad’. The show itself is not illegal but it glorifies a lifestyle that is both illegal and reprehensible. This is born out by a recent controversy concerning the distribution of ‘Breaking Bad’ action figures by Toys ‘R Us. The dolls came with toy accessories which included a bag of cash and a bag of methamphetamine. The toys were pulled from the racks after complaints from parents about drug dealer action figures reached the media. In response to the obvious question ‘what lessons are we teaching our kids’ the chain stopped selling the controversial toys. 

Another sterling example of setting aside morals for the sake of earning a buck can be found in the world of music. Miley Cyrus recently traded in the image of Hannah Montana for a more profane sexually explicit image. She did this with little regard for the millions of children who view her as a role model. Did she expect a whole generation of chaste Hannah Montana fans not to notice that their idol was doing a complete 180? Young people are very impressionable. If Hannah Montana says they should stay in school and have self respect they listen to her because she has acquired their trust. Similarly if Hannah Montana starts dressing like a prostitute and using profanity they will follow her lead. Jim Gamble former head of the British government’s Child Exploitation and Online Protection Centre said that sexualized pop stars such as Cyrus were more of a threat to children on the internet than hardcore pornography.

There are few better examples of the American Dream than that of the urban hip hop movement. Starting in the Bronx New York the underdog turning nothing into something movement quickly spread across the country to the west coast then the rest of the world. My father started me listening to rap music in my youth. He preferred this to the alternate option of his children listening to “white people music.” I was immediately allured by the hypnotic beats and masterful lyrics of many of hip hops best artists. However like most arts, once the movement turned commercial, creativity and artistic integrity were quickly sacrificed for money. The transmitting of a message which initially seemed so important to the artist was quickly replaced with whatever beats and lyrics generating top dollar. Nowadays it is nearly impossible to tell how the artist really feels about anything. For enough money today’s rapper will say anything without regard of the negative affects on society. Many rappers defend their profanity laced masogenystic lyrics with the excuse, “I didn’t ask to be a role model. It’s the parents responsibility to monitor what their children listen to.” While true, the artist would do well to recognize that whether he asked for it or not society has thrust this role upon him or her.

Take for example hip hop’s current king Jay-Z. Sean Carter known by most as Jay-Z is widely recognized as an American success story. In 2012 even President Obama praised him. “He didn’t come from power or privilege. He got ahead because he worked hard, learned from his mistakes and just plain refused to quit. That’s what ‘made in America’ means.” In a material sense these words are indisputably true. But to get ahead in America shouldn’t more be involved than just the accumulation of wealth? Shouldn’t the positive or negative affects a person has on society be figured into the equation? Jay-Z accumulated his wealth using masogenystic lyrics such as:

You know I – thug em, f-#% em, love em, leave em

Cause I don’t f-#%ing need em

Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good

But I don’t f-#%ing feed em

Expressing his views on the drug trade Jay-Z has this to say:

Standin on the corner of my block hustlin 

Still gettin that cane

Half what I paid slippin right through customs

It’ll sell by night it’s extra white…

I got so many grams if the man find out

It will land me in jail for life

Rappers like Jay-Z may protest that they are not really hurting anyone with the lyrics. While true that many people live in a safe environment  and view the music as a form of entertainment to escape the stresses of life, inner city kids listen to these lyrics and can’t differentiate between reality and fantasy. I used to have a job that took me throughout the neighborhoods and inside the houses of Bed-Stuy, Brownsville, and East New York. I would see countless young people working hard to formulate lyrics in efforts to follow the path set by Jay-Z. Set aside the moral aspects of such a path, what is the likelihood that any of these countless young people will actually reach their goal? In the current state of the music industry even the most talented of artists fall by the way side. These youths are wasting their lives striving after a goal they will in all likelihood never even come close to reaching. But as long as they continue to feed the dream by purchasing albums everyone’s happy. Some rappers make it big so fast they don’t take time to consider how their lyrics affect those outside their neighborhood let alone the rest of the world. 

In Africa the delusion created by the gap between what they see in the music videos and the hidden reality is astronomical. In the bars rap music is blared by people who have no idea what the artist is rapping about. Here, even those who speak English have trouble figuring out what the rappers are saying. Most likely the African doesn’t share the same cultural ideals that rappers like Jay-Z, Fifty Cent and Snoop Doggy Dogg promote in their songs. Yet they listen to, dress like, and groom themselves after their favorite rap stars. In the cyber cafés I hear people who don’t speak English making an effort to lace their speech with the N-word and the F-word. Why? Because they are trying to emulate a person who looks like themselves but with money and fame. I often wonder if the rappers have any idea about the negative effects their music is having on the third world. If they were shown evidence of these negative effects would they make any efforts to correct the situation? And by correcting the situation I don’t mean donating less than one percent of their total income to a noteworthy charity. I mean would they change the content of their lyrics to reflect a more positive message even if that means losing sales? Something tells me the answer is a resounding “No”.

– William Chasterson 

This poster is displayed outside barber shops throughout Africa. It illustrates the high esteem Africans have for African Americans who have become “successful”.

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Role Model?

Unexpectedly a sound caught my attention from among the shadows of a vine cluster. 

“Pssst,” came the sound. 

Cursing my curiosity I reluctantly walked towards the shadows. A large shadowy outline in the shape of a dog stood before me. A deep voice issued from the silhouette. 

“Are you Christopher? I thought it was you I spotted earlier talking to that old fool.” 

Suddenly the figure emerged from the shadows and towered over me. It was Leo the champion gladiator. 

“I want to offer you a rare opportunity,” he said. “I want to offer you independence. You exert your energy to try and bring about change for the common animal and what has it gotten you? Nothing but grief. What you fail to realize is that the game is fixed. It doesn’t even matter which side you choose. They will take from you all that you have to give and then they will throw you away.” 

At once I remembered what the old St Bernard had said to me about my personality and the type of attention I attract. 

“And what type of independence can you secure me?” I asked.

“I can offer you keys to a world that exists beyond the realms of nature,” the boxer replied. “The rules that apply to other animals wont apply to you. You will be able to go wherever you want and have whatever you want.” 

“And what would I have to do in order to receive these keys?” I asked suspiciously. 

Leo’s eyes widened and he smiled. 

“I’ll start you off distributing nip and we’ll see how you do. Once you prove yourself, the sky is the limit.” 

To his dismay I turned to walk away. 

“No thanks. I’d rather be part of the solution than a part of the problem.” 

He was taken aback.  

“Wait!” the boxer exclaimed.

Laughing he reached out his paw.  

“I underestimated you. You’re not like any of the other animals I have working for me.” 

He then paused and began staring at me in a strange and intense manner. 

“I want to offer you a partnership,” he said finally. “I currently own all of the breeding houses in Lumpenproleteria and a majority stake in the coliseum. I believe that you and I are the same. We see beyond what appears on the surface of society. It’s not about the material things. It’s about knowing the truth and rising above it. It’s about recognizing that those of the upper classes, who smile and praise you to your face, secretly despise you. It’s about having the ability to smile in the faces of those who look up to you and see you as a role model while at the same time secretly despising them for their inability to see things as clearly as we do. Join me Christopher. Let’s build an empire together.” 

Again the boxer extended his paw with confidence that this time I would grip it. To his astonishment I refused his offer.

“You and I are nothing alike. You claim not to care about being despised by the upper classes as long as you have fame and fortune but I don’t think this is true. I think secretly you believe that they are justified in despising you. How could they do any less when you despise yourself?” 

As I was saying these words the dog began to gnash his teeth and his eyes began to become bloodshot. I noticed this with alarm but I wasn’t quite finished with him. I continued. 

“You have the nerve to despise those poor ignorant animals that look up to you? They are ten times the animal you pretend to be. Their biggest blunder is that they deceive themselves into seeing you as a role model instead of seeing you for what you really are and that’s…” 

That’s as far as I got before the infuriated canine exploded after me barking uncontrollably. “I must have hit a nerve,” I thought as I ran for my life out of the dangerous area. After doubling back and making a number of turns I finally hid under a pile of dry leaves. I could hear my pursuer run furiously past my hiding place. I resolved to remain there undetected until I could catch my breath. After a long period of stillness I emerged from my hiding place and discovered that I was not too far away from The Lumpenproleterian Valley.

 

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Chapter 9

“Humanity has won it’s battle. Liberty now has a country – Marquis de Lafayette”

“The next few days were marked with intense celebration. We of course placed troops on the borders of Fostoria and Lumpenproleteria as our enemies were expected to mount a counter offensive at any time. I at once issued a decree freeing all of the animals within the borders of Lupenproleteria and Fostoria. Upon my return to Fostoria I found out that my newly freed citizens had taken the liberty of rounding up Truth, Justice and any other animal they perceived as a threat to their liberty gathering them in the shelter to await judgment. As soon as they saw me, the Siamese twins threw themselves at my feet and begged for a speedy execution. “Please do not exile us from your borders!” pleaded Truth. “You have no idea what the Union is capable of! Please just finish us off and have done with it!”

Excerpt From: Chasterson, William. “Breed   The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes.” 

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Exclusive Interview with William Chasterson by Metaphysical Man !!!

MM: Thank You for taking the time to sit down with me for this interview mr. Chasterson.

WC: Call me William. It’s my pleasure. It’s not everyday one gets interviewed by a real superhero.

MM: William I first want to address a recent controversy regarding your blog. Some readers were offended by some of the quotes you posted from historical figures who have communistic or national socialist ideologies. Are you a Communist or Nazi?

WC: No. Communists, Nazis, and for that matter even Democrats and Republicans all have one thing in common, and that is a firm belief in man’s ability to rule himself. I do not have this faith. I believe that if man could successfully rule himself it would have been conclusively proven over the past thousands of years of human history. Despite great advances in technology man has only found more effective ways to exploit and destroy one another. I do not believe in the philosophies of Friedrich Nietzsche or Karl Marx.

MM: Then why did you post their quotes?

WC: What I posted were excerpts from my new book ‘Breed the secret design to maintain racial inequality among the despised classes’. The quotes are actually chapter titles in my book. Like most books the chapter title gives a clue as to what is about to take place in the story. The same is true of my book. My book is fiction. I challenge anyone who has actually read my book to present me with evidence that I am advocating racial superiority or any other catylist for human suffering.

MM: In order to take you up on that challenge wouldn’t it be at their own cost? Your book is not free.

WC: Actually for the month of September I am offering ‘Breed the secret design to maintain racial inequality among the despised classes’ for free. Anyone who wants can download a free copy from the smashwords website using the coupon code found on the homepage of my blog williamchasterson.wordpress.com. Judge for yourself the content of my book at no personal cost.

MM: That sounds like a fair deal. What’s next for William Chasterson?

WC: As you know I’m working on a project that includes yourself and examines how modern man views himself in contrast to others.

MM: When can we expect to see this project released?

WC: It’s due to be released the summer of 2015

MM: Thanks again for taking the time to be interviewed.

WC: Thank you for taking time off of fighting crime to conduct this interview.

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Leon Trotsky

“You may not be interested in war but war is interested in you.”

– Leon Trotsky

 

“I walked deeper into the woods, as I heard my abductor approaching. She was relentless. No matter how far in I traveled, when I stopped for a moment I could hear her footsteps pursuing me. Finally I decided to break into a gallop. I would run fast and hard until I was sure she had turned back. So I ran for what seemed to be ages. I didn’t know where I was going I just knew I had to keep running. After I felt I had run a great distance, I began to feel safe from my pursuer. “She surely must have turn back by now. I have penetrated too far into this unknown area.” As the realization of how far I had penetrated began to sink into my mind, a new feeling emerged. The feeling of safety for having escaped capture quickly began to be replaced with feelings of insecurity. I stopped and hid behind a large tree. “I must listen to confirm that I am safe,” I decided. My ears moved slightly and adjusted to take in my new environment. I listened but all was silent in the direction of my pursuer. Gradually my ears began twitching and were drawn in the opposite direction. I could hear faint voices. I began walking toward these voices and as I did they became louder. It sounded almost like shouting but it was not quite shouting. As I continued to walk toward the voice I could here it distinctly now. The voice said,…..

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