Kamala, the collapse of VIPs. The people love you and disgust you

We already mentioned it in the other piece, but it’s worth coming back to it: the colossal endorsement of American vipperia in favor of Kamala Harris he didn’t move a vote or if he did, …

Kamala, the collapse of VIPs. The people love you and disgust you

We already mentioned it in the other piece, but it’s worth coming back to it: the colossal endorsement of American vipperia in favor of Kamala Harris he didn’t move a vote or if he did, he did it in the opposite direction, diverting the votes to Trump. Not exactly new, Federico Rampini himself (who voted for Harris, unsuccessfully) had highlighted it at the time. The question remains who really benefits from such a dramatic event display of bias from show business: who receives it or who expresses it? And for what authentic reasons? However, it doesn’t work or it works in reverse and the reasons seem all in all understandable: the presumption of these privileged people, first and foremost.

Little girls or matrons who know nothing about economics or geopolitics, often go from humble jobs, barmaids, workers, babysitters, to the golden country with all the haste to forget their origins, their ancient struggles. But they claim to teach, they indicate a gut vote to those who accuse, not even covertly, of otherwise voting with their gut. The profound reasons of the various Taylor, Jennifer, Gaga are not much, they are an ejaculation of clichés: “I want a world of peace”, “I want a fairer and cleaner world”. AND they say it on board their ecologist yachtsthe from six hundred thousand liters of dieselof their personal planes with which they send to pick up their boyfriends on the other side of the world. Or they say: the other guy sucks, he’s a pimp, he’s a rapist. And those who say it are people like DiCaprio, who took part in Puff Daddy’s parties, or Lopez who even got engaged, but perhaps she was distracted, busy correcting the planet.

The people, the plebs if you prefer, have changed a bit: always sensitive to the charm of stardom, but in a less uncritical way, perhaps with greater acrimony. People admire, envy, but are no longer willing to listen to morals from characters with infinite contradictions, who sail in a sea of ​​hypocrisy. The populace oppressed by the woke religion is saturated with being taught how to live, consume, educate their children, feed themselves, love themselves, vote: is it possible that they haven’t understood this yet? Possible yes, someone like Kamala Harris lives in functionand is itself a function, of the woke agenda which involves the education of the people between communism and consumerism, a bit of Lenin and a bit of everything straight away from the influencers. They are in the bubble, they don’t know other worldsthey feed themselves on drugged certainties and here lies the debacle of someone like Harris and her “democratic” testimonials: we are aliens but we tell you, worse, we command you how to live in the world. And if you don’t, they use the technology of control to blackmail you, to put you out of the world.

But why would a folk singer, who calls himself the Boss, lead the way? Someone who doesn’t go to his concert if you don’t have three hundred euros, but sings with gratuitous passion for any democratic candidate who comes within range, even Landrù? Is this Springsteen a bit like a Benigni with stars and stripes, with his big truck hugs, his populist tirades, and people should listen to him, should they do as he says?

Politics and entertainment, entertainment politics: but the presumption of the rich, of the eternal fathers no longer pays off and, moreover, the candidates themselves are enough and more than enough to make the show. This hunger for fun, for glitter with which to cover everything, to reduce everything to; this having to transform even an electoral competition into a television event like the Superbowl: here is a not so edifying, not pleasant effect of American conditioning. Pop stars and film stars, converted into civil and environmental consciences, still believe they are making a difference, but it is an illusion that ends up annoying, unleashing the heterogenesis of ends.

Trump, of course, is also immersed in this subculture, he too has his testimonials, many fewer to be honest, but above all he has understood one thing and he understood it already at the first election, an era ago: he can do without it, he, for better or worse, is the star. Say that he can count on the support of someone who is everything, industrialist, persuader, star, like Elon Musk? Of course, but Musk is not a simple merchant of mirages, he is someone who creates, creates, is in finance but still in production, someone who “does things” and is not perceived as a simple narcissus, an unrealistic person in the seduction industry . One who seems to have, regardless of his opinions, a different title to express himself on issues of geostrategy, technology, with related consequences.

Because he is inside them, he conditions them with his immense technological arsenal, he doesn’t stand by and watch, he doesn’t pretend to teach the world how to live just because he has become famous as a stage or Tik Tok star. In Pennsylvania, in Pittsburgh doing the chorus for the Dem, Katy Perry, Cedric the Entertainer and Andra Day; in Philadelphia there were Lady Gaga, the very powerful Oprah Winfrey, Ricky Martin, DJ Cassidy and the rapper Fat Joe. Harris; in Las Vegas Christina Aguilera and the electro-dance duo Sofi Tukker; in Raleigh, North Carolina, Sugarland, a country music duo composed of Jennifer Nettles and Kristian Bush. Harris has set the stage for the States with her singing friends in the eternal vanity fair, the “I really can’t miss it if everyone else is there”. A “We are the world” of rare arrogance: people listen then say: goodbyeassholes, and vote as you please.

Max Del Papa, 6 November 2024

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The article Kamala, the collapse of VIPs. The people love you and disgust you comes from Nicola Porro.