The Feud Between Paul McCartney & Michael Jackson

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Let me tell you a story my mother told me, about the rift between Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney. Put some music history on ya. In the 80’s these two started collaborating, “The Girl is Mine” & hit “Say, Say, Say.” While watching the latter video, she explained to me Paul McCartney confided in MJ that he was going to buy The Beatles catalog. By the time he went to purchase, wizened business man Michael Jackson pulled the rug from under his feet. Gaining the rights behind his back. Thus ending their friendship.

Cold blooded.

In retrospect, how many people did Paul share this information with? Did he tell Michael Jackson as a trusted friend, or as a simple black person who wouldn’t have the intellect to do what he did? A young African American man screwing over a Brit sounds like reparations to me. I mean…look at the picture. What do you see from the body language?

McCartney is leaning on Jackson like he’s an object not an equal, asserting dominance. Meanwhile, Michael Jackson’s fist are clenched, because he’s not here for the micro-aggressions. Bet the Beatle never underestimated a black person again. Via: Pinterest

Black Americans “Virginian Luxuries” 1825

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“You’re mixed, Ta-Nehisi,’ Khanata replied, laughing. ‘Look, I understand what Black is in America. I get that you’re Black there, but here you are mixed. That’s how we see most Black Americans.’

Maybe I was seeing my own gospel- the social construction of race- so dispassionately preached back at me. Maybe it was thinking back to Black American friends and all our jokes about DNA tests and who is 100 percent African (none of us) and who is not. And then the humor faded.

Khanata pointed out that in Senegal this ‘mixed’ look is treasured. Black Americans are seen as cool, glamorous, and even beautiful because we are mixed. And many Senegalese women take steps- from straightening hair to lightening skin- to get that ‘Black American/mixed’ look.

And as I sat there with my lost siblings, listening to Khanata, it occurred to me that the ‘mixed’ look they treasure here is itself a marker of the ordeal, an inheritance of the mass rape that shadows those DNA jokes I make with my friends.”

-The Message

Artist: Unknown/ EncyclopediaVirginia

NAACP Awards For Reparations

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Hear me out, give Ray J, Kanye West & Tristan Thompson NAACP Awards. These three black men have done nothing but drive the Kardashian women up the wall, through chaos and humiliation, for that I applaud them. They stood up to those problematic white women and said I am not Lamar Odom, I will not die on this brothel floor. They chose the wrong niggas to toy with.

Ray J always exposing their antics, the sex tape was planned, they pay him for silence. Kanye West knowing how to irritate Kimberly Kardashian, down to handpicking her nemesis. There’s no one she hates more than Julia Fox, no one (read Co-Signed By Kanye: Him, Paris & Kim). As a witch Kim should’ve known that man is a Gemini, they ruin lives for no reason sans remorse. She made her bed. Rounding it out is Tristan Thompson, never faithful and openly so. Watching him enter that room with three women on tape is one of the wildest things I’ve ever seen. Get your money black man. The ancestors couldn’t do it, so they did. Bravo. Via: TV Tropes, People & TV Insider

Diddy Blackmails Donald Trump

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Diddy blackmailing these white people is majorrrrrrr. Donald Trump was clearly involved in the trafficking, freak offs and whatever the fuck else these depraved elites are doing (read Diddy The Satanic ). This man said, if I’m going down you niggas coming with me, he has the evidence. Satan ain’t exempt either, he got the smoke too (read Diddy’s Assistant Ran From Mick Jagger).

I’m literally CACKLING TO THE MOONNNNNN, cause what you’re NOT GONNA DO is blame another black man for some shit white people started and coerced others into. Bloop bitch. Finally, another person of color playing them at their own game. That I respect. He’s a small pawn, hasn’t done a fraction of the heinous acts these inbreds have committed. For the ancestors. Black power. Via: Blast & USA Today

Updated: 8/2/2025 1:30am

The Rothschilds Owe Holocaust Reparations

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The Rothschild’s blocked my Saint_Twenty Instagram after I exposed them for the Holocaust (mind you they offered me a job but wouldn’t tell me doing what). Subsequently unblocking me after I sent the below messages to the group chat, proving I’m prescient and knew they’d block me (read The Rothschilds Funded The Holocaust 2). Screenshot June 24th 2025.


The family’s foundation preceded to unblock me immediately after sending this message to the elite group chat I’m coerced into (read How The Kardashian Jenners Got My Info). Only to block me again, screenshot July 1st 2025. Angry that I’m right, they funded the Holocaust.


They also orchestrated 9/11 with the approval of the United States to take over Afghanistans central bank, with only five countries remaining free of their control. I’m the only thing standing in their way, so they’re trying to get me into the Illuminati for loyalty or starve me to death so they can “take over” (read Illuminati Attempted Murder).

The Rothschilds owe Jewish people reparations for the Holocaust. They also need to be arrested for trying to end humanity with the delusion that any of you would survive had I died (read The Iranian War Was A Set Up). I think all families with direct descendants of the atrocity committed should get a minimum of $5,000,000, be it cold hard cash or equity. They left unscathed after sacrificing their own people and went on to thrive financially. Intending on a second Jewish genocide with the Iranian war. Despite their fallacy in believing their Gods, me (read Texas Flood Is Brandon Gill’s Fault), who won’t be punished for their depraved behavior, it’s the contrary.

Hell isn’t a party, it’s eternal suffering and burning. A burning I experienced, as did my twin flame (read Lewis Dvorkin Is Jesus, Shiva & Horus). We only felt a fraction so we know where we’re sending people, which is why I’ve been so kind in giving a chance at redemption. That’s over. All you can do is gain more time from me. This is your heaven dim-wits. There are entire Divines dedicated to revelry, Shiva, myself and Dionysus included. We give you holidays, celebrations. We literally told you in multiple stories from myths to the Bible what dancing with the Devil, heaven and hell entails. With that information in mind you made a freewill choice, so enjoy it. You will burn like your ancestors before you. When your time’s finished is up to me, that’s one of my domains as if death. Kali & Shiva. Via: Bloomberg News & Saint_Twenty

Updated: 7/8/2025 2:19am

Standing Still

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Shawn Theodore

I didn’t like where I was coming from.

My roommate was a legit psychopath. Not in the everyday misused adjective type of way, but the real deal. Reading through the list of symptoms, she hit every mark, sending a wave of chills through my body. Goosebumps made fear visible. She thrived off sex, drama and literal filth. Dirty tampons, half eaten dinners, pizza boxes, hair extensions, blow dryers, used sex toys, to be pulled off the floor and used again immediately. Let your imagination run wild. Yes that was there too.

I didn’t like where I was going.

No one would let me enhance my service skills, by allowing me to be a server. Except this place. I am so grateful for the opportunity, but this restaurant is a plantation. White men using black spaces. I can’t get through my shift without being inebriated. On top of the drinks the bartender provides, I hide bourbon in my coffee, I hide a flask in my make-up bag. It’s like I’m trying to kill myself before this place kills me. When will I be free?

You are exactly where you need to be.

Says the proverbial universe, but why am I here? Why is god punishing me? The world hates me.

I am at a complete loss, when suddenly the clouds break. Looks like we can have that picnic in the park after all. My roommate gets into legal troubles. She’s screwed over every roommate, except me. I’m her karma. I leave the plantation with reparations.

You were never stuck, you were being rerouted.

Trust the universe it’s wiser than you.