Gonna Have A Gay Ole Time in Rio!

Peter Allen – I Go to Rio 1976

That’s right, for this old earth that we so love, we are gonna shoot the jizz in Brasil! We are gonna have us a Gay ole time at the SolarJizz Gala. Without doubt, #peggalicious and his *BAC posse are going to have a riotous time of debauched late night man-on-man loving, whether at Ipanema or Abricó beach. This will be the moving-centred aggressive-sexed one’s liberation and coming out romp through the country that annually hosts the world’s largest Gay Pride parade.

Catherine at Her Most Radiant

If the murmurs are to prove true, in due course, and the Waleses are to be officially divorced, let’s just take this time to salute Catherine. Let me make it perfectly clear, your first impressions matter, though, your opinions of someone’s actions in due course prove them unsavoury. The fact is that in the first minute of this video except from TRH The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s wedding in 2011, one was readily enamoured with Catherine and completely enthralled by her intoxicating allure. What is a woman at her wedding but a Queen being crowned, even Baron Richard Chartres, Bishop of London said as much that day. Look at Catherine’s eyes, she is utterly radiant and magical. It was the most sublime theatre. Catherine has always had great power in her projection of her Michael overleaves, her role in essence and who she has been reincarnationally in the British monarchy. Pupils fully dilated, Catherine was most ravishing.

Catherine in the late 14th century was Mary du Bohun, first wife and Queen of King Henry IV’s. She died during childbirth with Philippa, who became Queen of Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Henry IV is currently, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales and her daughter, whom she did not know in that life, is currently her firstborn, HRH Prince George of Wales. Prince George is a fourth Mature King, and his closeness to his father is as much to do with a rich past-life history as it does William’s responsibility to groom Prince George to be sovereign in due course.

Catherine Snubs William

Not only are Catherine and William task companions, but she is a warrior soul to his scholar soul; they are also mature souls, which is beset by tempestuous emotionality and drama. There are two soul bonds that are most trying, yet the most compelling, that of task companions and essence twins. It is the one soul to whom you are most intensely bonded each time you encounter regardless the outward relationship when incarnate. Famous essence twins were Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, which is why they remarried and had such a volatile relationship. Essence twins are consumed with each other, especially when in a physical/romantic relationship to the exclusion of all others in their lives, especially so children. Less intense, but by no means not intense, is the relationship of task companions. Catherine is a fifth mature warrior and William and sixth mature scholar.

Regardless their sex, a warrior is always the dominant partner in any relationship whether as lovers, parent/child, friend/foe. Catherine having an energy body of 9 makes her steely and formidable foe for William or anyone. In the GIF above, William is being submissive to Catherine and his goal of acceptance plus is energy body of three (peacemaker, gracious, tactful, but archly manipulative, duplicitous when negatively focussed) is dowsed by Catherine’s brittle 9 energy body. Catherine’s mindset of 1 leaves her ruggedly individualistic and not given to be ‘out there’ or ‘on.’ Persons with 1 mindset are not social butterflies and would prefer nothing better than to stay indoors and let the world “go fuck right off” – this is why Catherine was dubbed ‘Princess Do-Little by The Late Queen Elizabeth II. Catherine is a warrior and knows her power. As of July 22, 20213, she became the most powerful woman in the House of Windsor, even more so than The Queen – she became future king mother.

Get Off Me!

As the preceding clip validates, William with his 9 mindset is quite capable of giving as good as he gets. 9 energy is about being fault-finding, nitpicking, difficult, snobbish, boorish, shit-disturbing, obstreperous. It is virtually impossible to cohabit with a person who is 9 energy anything, however, when you have a couple who both have 9 in their numerology and they happen to be task companions, you can expect nothing but prickly, combustible relations at least once per week. 9 energy is simply exhausting. It has not been easy for Catherine, but she is a warrior and will always give as good as she gets. Task companions, even if they mate for life, will at some point have to live separately to avoid destroying each other or simply imploding of exhaustion. In the case of Catherine and William they each need an ‘out’ from each other; how they manage to, is their business. However, it is plain to see that William has had enough of putting up with shit; he was simply not brought up to take shit from anyone.

There has been serious disruption in their relationship and it is hard to know whether she suffered a breakdown when slapped with a demand for a separation or divorce; perhaps King Charles simply wants them not to make his waning years wrought with the same drama that plagued his mum’s reign as he fought and destroyed, in tandem with Queen Camilla, Diana, Princess of Wales’s life. Ultimately, William is the product of a divorce, so he may well see himself entitled to walk away from a problem marriage just as much as his father did. Too, there is the matter of his being heir and having the right to dispense with a wife, if he’s had enough. William is the principal and whatever he does, the kingdom with slavishly obey and support him in his wishes.

Easter Sunday 2025 Royal Family St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle

There were two lies widely disseminated about the Waleses not being in attendance at Easter Sunday service, 2025. William does not like going to church. The Waleses chose to spend Easter with Catherine’s family in Bucklebury. Naturally, after having been exposed for being on their second skiing holiday weeks earlier, the Waleses nor their gutter press henchmen could not speciously allege that they were away, owing to Catherine’s cancer recovery, leaving her a bit under the weather. Her sister, Philippa Matthews has already outed Catherine’s cancer fakery by stating to the press that Catherine has not been ill in the traditional sense. Hours later, Catherine’s sister Philippa’s remarks disappeared from the press. Naturally, William has recently consulted the legal firm which his late mother, whom he dismissed as paranoid, Diana, Princess of Wales’s employed during her divorce. Of course, Catherine has not attended the last two state banquets as separated or divorced royals can no longer wear tiaras.

Drunk and barefooted in Courchevel. Skiing cancer break. Predatory in Birmingham

Second skiing trip of the year, in between which was a jaunt to Mustique for the cancer-faker to sun herself and not give a damn about the little people. I just don’t get how The Waleses have such open contempt for the kingdom. Stop making excuses for William stating that he did not attend Easter Sunday service 2025 because he does not like going to church. That is his duty as heir and future sovereign as Supreme Governor of the Church of England. Granted that Easter Sunday service is classified as a family event; however, both Sovereign and heir have attended for the optics of it. Let’s also not forget that William is not a cancer sufferer, despite how gaunt and god awful he looks on meeting Trump at the Paris embassy in December, 2025, which is more likely due to his alcoholism. However, if as Poland and Vladimir Putin have openly stated that they know that Charles is not William’s father, even going so far as to state that his father is 4th Baron Rothschild, that would certainly explain his disinterest in having to attend church services. I might also add, there is much credence given to those claims when William bears an uncanny resemblance to a famous Canadian Ashkenazy film industry professional’s son.

Mere Milquetoast William Brusquely Dismissed by the Felon Boor

Just look at the way the lightweight, royal poseur and as claimed, interloper, is dismissed and shoved out of the way by the felon, who has evaded justice thanks to the power of racism in America. William is gaunt, looks unwell or it may well be that he’s just a damn drunk. As ever, the energy body of 3, has him do his studied hand-clasping routine to no effect as Trump knows that there is no one more important than himself, positively no one. All the world is a stage, indeed, and at that level of society there are no secrets. Trump would turn on William in a nanosecond if it suited his agendum at the moment. William has no cache; he’s built up no capital as a statesman. He has kept his sniffing, twitchy interloper ghoulish hide in the wings, too afraid and unaware of the bigger picture to ever venture centre stage.

Trump, Macron, Zelensky. No William

The Daily Mail’s specious assertions that William at Pope Francis’s funeral proved himself an elder statesman who had the forethought to bring Presidents Trump and Volodymyr Zelensky together, is pure sophistry. William was never present and why would he be, all three men do not waste their time, thinking of William as a statesman; William is not. The thing about all 3 energy body persons is that they are also the most charming, totally superficial and polished operators. To the core, though, they are each one, the most backstabbing duplicitous and manipulative energy body you’ll ever encounter. To be sure, the most dominant statesman with the keenest, shrewdest intellect is Macron. Notice that he declined shaking Trump’s hand. Macron knows that Trump is a damn fool and a menace. Macron shook Zelensky’s hand to remind him not to take the fool seriously and that no matter what, those who matter have Zelensky’s back, not Trump. Trump is energy body of 5 – liar, fool, crazy and dangerous. Zelensky is energy body of 7 – amoral, cutthroat and survivalist. Marcon is energy body of 3, the most ruthless, strategic, and purposeful assassin of the lot.

King George V has the exact same numerology as Prince William. Added to all, that William is a sixth mature Scholar soul who is moving centred. This is someone who not only screams and is difficult in the extreme, the saying shoots first then asks later, is endemic of persons who are moving centred. This, of course, was borne out in Prince Harry’s SPARE when he told of the kitchen incident at Nottingham Cottage when William confronted Harry, assaulted him, shoved him to the floor then quickly recoiled afterwards and demanded that he not speak about it to Meghan. The incident validates exactly what someone who is 3 energy bodied and moving centred would do in such a situation. Also, William has a goal of acceptance, in the positive pole, these are the kindest, gentlest most loving persons; however, in the negative pole, they slip to its opposite goal of Rejection and do just that with everyone… everything. William when encountered in dreams is always focussed in his goal of acceptance. William, though, is a scholar soul and there are more assassins, bullies, executioners, gangsters, serial killers who are scholars than not – they do not do emotions. They simply do not care. Queen Camilla is also a scholar soul, which explains why she was so driven and obsessed with stalking and literally driving Diana, Princess of Wales out of her life. In this life, William has chosen a goal of acceptance to temper his innate inability to care, give a damn and not be arrogant as all hell. Obviously, one of the reasons why he has a drinking problem is because he is so rarely focussed in his goal of acceptance. All the ‘drama’ against the Sussexes is manipulated by him; he is excessive in the extreme. It does not help that he is on the spectrum as this would mean an almost diabolical obsession with Meghan as we see being played out. Unmistakably, William’s callous dismissal of Harry and his Black wife, is precisely like King George V’s response to the Romanovs, his relatives, “Let them eat lead!” In essence, William sees Harry with his Black wife and their son, Prince Archie, whom he dismissed by stating, “I’m already an uncle,” as much a liability for the House of Windsor’s image as George V saw the equally foreign, Russian relations, Tsar Nicholas II and his entire family. The specific combination of the four numbers 2, 3, 5 and 9 has the exact motivation and results for both King George V and Prince William, The Prince of Wales, which in their case is: 3.9.2 = 5.

Meghan: It’s Your Brother, I’m Not Going to Say Anything about Your Brother

Meghan, possessed of master number 11, displays a greater intellect than William or Catherine. With that statement by Meghan, “It’s your brother, I’m not going to say anything about your brother. It’s so obvious.” Meghan displays her mettle and her superior intellect. Meghan is more shrewd than any other member of the House of Windsor and they know it. She terrifies them, yet she has said nothing save elegantly state fact in the most poised manner before Oprah and the world. That interview is an historic document which will be celebrated, in time, for what a master strategist Meghan is. She was after all the Tudor matriarch, Margaret Beaufort, mother of King Henry VII, grandmother of King Henry VIII and great grandmother of Queen Elizabeth I.

Paris Match April 2, 2025 Edition

Another display of William’s controlling, duplicitous energy body of 3 on display occurred when this exposé of him and family on their second skiing holiday of 2025 appeared. This, of course, occurred weeks after they had been to Mustique; she, cancer-faker Catherine, likely laid around in the sun, being thermoregulatory aka sunbathing – reptilian that she is, and likely without a hat. I know of no one with cancer who goes skiing twice in as many months with a sunbathing holiday thrown in for relief. William has been incandescent with rage and threatened legal action for the French publication having invaded his privacy.

Catherine Visits with Scouts

Naturally, this was good for the idle arrogant principals to have released an old video of #sportykate getting down with the Scouts. Purely PR, the scout visit video dropped a week after the Paris Match exposé, though, the visit had occurred the month prior. That’s right, nothing to see here, move along and go lynch the #yank. What these not very bright third-tier pantomime players do not realise, is that in releasing this tawdry video in response to the Paris Match exposé, proves that Catherine has not been sick with cancer. Her sick subplot has been about buying her damage repair and an overhaul of her image, in response to the racist royals exposé in Omid Scobie’s Endgame.

Cancer-Stricken Catherine Initiates Kiss with Female Wimbledon Champion 2024

When you need an excuse to counter why you have refused to tour predominantly Black Commonwealth nations in Africa, you make it so that you are too ill to even do a full schedule of royal engagements within the kingdom. Post disappearing act, the pantomime’s thermoregulatory reptilian, Catherine, now does Trooping the Colour, St. Patrick’s Day, Remembrance Sunday and her wishy-washy Christmas Carol nonsense, which unsurprisingly is about as engaging as she is charismatic.

Going to Rio!

Having launched a not too successful hostile takeover of Sentebale, along comes #peggalicious drunkenly flexing. With an obligatory Black woman in the announcement, fiendishly the Windsor interloper gloats at his latest attack on Harry’s superior accomplishments as he announces his latest vanity venture, which is truly an ode to folie de grandeur.

Darlings Sip Your Tea

As the drunken interloper can’t for a nanosecond stop obsessing over Meghan, the wayward bastard has sprung for more drama. That’s right, the 9 mindset and that drama-crazed 5 fourth number lusts for more than just debauched sex; it also wants revenge against the Negro Yank that dare try to enter the Guglielean court. Absolutely not! Under no circumstances is the fourth baron’s bastard suffering any such indignity… just imagine the Vesuvian screams every time that delicate, spectrum fare #peggalicious experiences at the thought of Meghan, let alone Meghan failing to be bothered by his lunatic existence, after having very firmly, a tone filled with rumbling tectonics, stating, “If you don’t mind, keep your finger from my face…”

Lizard-Lipped Hillbilly

So like a loyal sex slave, with the sort of pretty Jo-Beth Vance eyes, to be bearded and moustachioed; all the better to tickle the rim with bristly stubble. This grovelling nez brun, like pure white Texas calla lily, has the flute of its two major orifices – anus and mouth – stuffed and pegged good by fingers, fist and cock as the Guglielean court has taken febrile debauched shape. There is positively nothing about this no-chinned, snivelling kiss-ass that says that he did not spend his youth in America, passionately consumed with racially predatory animus towards Blacks. Finally at the ass-sniffing Guglielean court, he’s flowered into quite the malodorous specimen; indeed, this is no mere calla lily, he’s nothing but a stinking, showy agave Americana. The easiest thing for the White tribe to do, in their obsession with Blacks, is tell a lie and readily, they’ve long assumed that it will be either believed or true for saying so.

Gay Ole Brasileiro

That’s right, girlfriend, you take the Guglielean court’s harem of *BAC and go to Rio and have yourselves a Gay ole time. Thermoregulating your reptilian, no-calved, flat-assed, clit-nosed, lizard-lipped melanin-deficient freakdom at Ipanema then partying long into the night, pegged, bothered whilst having a well-fisted drunken, wasted time of it after the SolarJizz prize, is ultimately where it is at. Darling long before you reincarnated cum interloper, we’ve been there, done that… you are neither a mystery nor are we fooled. Go on, Jacob Lusk, take us to church and sing these tired fools to the back of the bathhouse…

Bennie and the Jets by Jacob Lusk Library of Congress Gershwin Prize
São Paulo Gay Pride. Brasil…

That’s right, flying down to Rio, in the country with the largest Gay Pride parade, if not the planet’s largest Gay population. Though it is now impossible to find, back in 2023, there was a revelatory video of #peggalicious at SolarJizz in Singapore where he had a member of his entourage who was seen walking a few paces ahead, energetically get the attendant crowds to start screaming, clapping and going into sycophantic meltdown as the charisma-challenged interloper approached.

Adrienne Warren TINA The Musical Royal Variety Performance 2018

Not only was this a great performance – those chops, but Harry & Meghan were the royals in attendance that night in November, 2018. I could not manage a ticket to the Aldwych Theatre production when visiting in November, 2018; I would love to have seen her commanding performance.

Prince Andrew, Duke of York 19.2.1960 Year of the Rat 1.3.1 = 5

Well, what have we here, on the magnificent day of the funeral of Pope Francis – a truly beautiful and unsurpassed affair, Andrew was suddenly uppermost in everyone’s consciousness. It was only the weekend prior that the delusional boor was front and centre at the Easter Sunday service at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor. Perhaps, this was an attempt to rehabilitate his image and welcome him back into the royal fold; however, a week later the tide has definitely turned. Rather conveniently, the suicide of the American trafficked by Jeffrey Epstein with an unsavoury and undeniable association to Andrew had suicide. Certainly, it all stinks and it was HLM, Queen Elizabeth II who paid off the trafficked American woman 13£m.

Palais des Festivals, Cannes

What was to be expected was that product of 182 years of reparations to Britons for the financial blow to them, for having mightily profited from the enslavement of Blacks, to raise her rear right leg and engage in classist condescension. True to form, there was viscomtesse Victorianus de Herpees copping hauteur and feigning compassion about the trafficked American’s suicide, which without doubt does not pass the sniff test. Of course, one could expect nothing less from the Cannes Festival yacht-hopping zombie. To look at it, you just know that like a urinal in a high-trafficked, very cruisy washroom, it’s perpetually pissed on and full of cum. Enough about bipedal urinals. How exactly are the Fleet Street abattoir hacks and the senior royals going to address this obvious wrinkle in Andrew’s rehabilitation? What new plot twist next for the macabre pantomime?

Reptilian humanoids from Luigi Serafini’s Codex Seraphinianus

It is abundantly clear to those who choose to perceive that some are decidedly not like us. They who thermoregulate are remarkably queer. They are also clearly of reptilian stock, which is why they are consumed with thermoregulating; it is in their genes. The too-short arms, the legs sans calves, the smell, the thin reptilian lips and the need to be ever focussed in the reptilian brain stem – violent, predatory… indeed, cannibalistic.

Naomi Campbell Met Gala 2019

May 2019, After Meghan wedded Prince Harry and became the first Black royal in the House of Windsor, Pierpaolo Piccioli had Naomi star in his stunning campaign that year, which predominantly featured Black models for the Valentino haute couture show. It was stunning. So then look at the old reptilian Hollywood casting couch worker in back, hissing away. Desperately, she is trying to get into the shot but she knows Naomi will have none of it, and why should she? All that casket fugitive had ever done was banged what few Straight actors there were in Hollywood, most notably Warren Beatty, yet he still never her had her star in any of his films. Fast forwards a couple of years and there is the clit-nosed thermoregulating reptilian – they with the skin that does not fare too well with age (ew) and she is out front hissing and lynching Meghan at every opportunity. Notice the way she flicks the fan because, how dare ‘she’ Naomi, get all that attention when she is nothing more than those of enslaved stock. Work that fan, you blasted oxygen thief. Go on, your shadow’s tired of your reflection in the mirror, it’s warming your casket.

Leopold 9.4.1835 Year of the Goat 9.4.3 = 7. Catherine 9.1.1982 Rooster 9.1.3 = 4

One of the hallmarks of persons with an energy body of 9, is that they are incredibly racist… regardless of race. 9 energy body persons are ruthless, cold, sadistic, vengeful and given to being violent, bullying. Of course, one only ever hears of Meghan being bullying, which is truly all about #peggalicious and his #mumblelina beard projecting like mad. Leopold II was not only racist but he went to great lengths to make sure that there were no historical ambiguities about his racist convictions. As future King Mother, Catherine too is possessed of immense power and given her chance to flex her reptilian claws, well of course she would readily do so. After all, it is not as though Meghan were of Jewish heritage… far from it. Moreover, Catherine and Leopold II have three numbers in common. If you want to know what Leopold II was like to some degree but not exactingly so, as they do not have the same numbers in same positions as George V & Prince William, take a keen look at Catherine. Both Catherine and Leopold II have/had 9 and 3 in the same position with the third number they share, 4, in different positions but they numerologically are/were rather similar.

TRH Prince & Princess of Wales, William & Catherine

Not for a second does one forget or cut these two slack for their racially predatory ugliness towards not just Meghan, but Harry too. The magic, theatre and allure that was a royal wedding – that once in a generation spectacle that we had last witnessed with Charles and Diana, was upon us, 14 years ago. Now here was a brunette, with sparkling eyes and radiant smile with a long, delicate neck. She was, at her wedding, perfection in her Alexander McQueen haute couture; she glowed and was ravishing on April 29, 2011 – the feast day of St. Catherine of Siena. Then, from the start in the carriage ride to Buckingham Palace from William initially sitting incorrectly, to not waiting until Catherine was sat before doing so, but they rowed all the way down the mall to Buckingham Palace. This is the push-pull nature of the task companion relationship. They have been openly hostile towards each other; they are both possessed of 9 energy and do not give a damn what their public displays look like. So on the occasion of their fourteenth wedding anniversary, not only is the cancer-stricken Catherine been on two skiing trips this year, but she has also been to indulge in some reptilian thermoregulating in Mustique, but now here she is openly drinking in public. No other royal woman has been more photographed not just with drink in hand but openly drinking than Catherine. Catherine is, among other things, a drunk – thereby discrediting the notion that she has been cancer-stricken all this time. They are, fourteen years on, not close. William hands are always clasped and never engaging her. Even when they were stood with backs to the camera, in the money shot, William chose to look down rather than at her or with head lovingly, protectively leaning in towards her.

BBC Royal Wedding of TRH Duke & Duchess of Cambridge, William and Catherine

As I am a keen observer of human behaviour and also a hopeless romantic, at least thrice annually, I look at the Cambridges’ wedding. Similarly, I do the same for TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussexes’ wedding. Weddings are a beautiful human ritual; these royal weddings are also about observing human inter-dynamics, society and Britain’s class system. Regardless the strained relations between both royal brothers and their families, they are still Diana, Princess of Wales’s sons and for that reason, I will never tire, looking at both their weddings and, beyond their flaws, not see the beauty of their late mum in them. Watching their weddings always reminds me how much, Diana, Princess of Wales was a positive force in the world. Do not ever forget what Harry said to Oprah, and in this case, William does not get to get away, leave from the woman who stalked his mother, broke up her marriage and caused unimaginable pain – the pain of betrayal which William has been left to re-enact with his brother, Harry.

Ella Fitzgerald LIVE in Sweden. 1963

Ella Fitzgerald – Vocals

Don Abney – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Jo Jones – Drums

Herb Ellis – Guitar

Roy Eldridge – Trumpet

Oscar Peterson – Piano

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*BAC – backward-pussied, ass-eating, cocksuckers, of which #Peggalicious’s posse includes the foxy but straight-acting, Christian type, The Duke of Buckingham & Norfolk, Jaysun Nuffnuff – the chinless hillbilly fabulist, Jasmine middlebottom, the aggressive bottom retriever. There are others, of course, but they all have this much in common – they are all dark-haired, favour beards, moustaches and are passionately obsessed with dining out en derrière.

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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Theft of the American Crown Jewels…

These are America’s Crown Jewels.

1. Cambodian Crown Jewels, British Art Dealer 2. Koh-i-Noor Diamond, Imperial State Crown of UK 3. Benin Bronzes, British Museum 4. Elgin Marbles, British Museum

Like the Cambodian Crown Jewels, the Kohinoor, the Benin Bronzes and the Elgin Marbles, the rapacious barbarians of the island kingdom must have them. If it is of value then it is theirs for the taking as it has been for 1.5 millennia, most especially so for the last century with regards American awards and the last half millennium through enslavement of African peoples, the spoils of Apartheid at the dehumanising expense of South Africa’s millennia aged original inhabitants. Justifying that rape and pillage has occurred with a reanimation of Brahminism.

When Will Smith walked onstage at the 94th Academy Awards and slapped Chris Rock; he kicked opened the doors for a sea-change; however, at the time, no one could quite perceive the event for the golden opportunity it actually is. Within days of the shocking event, the violent Black man who to that point had the squeakiest image in Hollywood, at least for a Black man, was dealt with. The Academy board of governors decided to ban Will Smith from appearing at the Oscars for ten years.

Back in the autumn of 1983, Merlin and I were holding up in actor, Joe Morton’s Upper West Side one-bedroom apartment that looked south. It was there that we took vows and became committed to each other until one of us passed… we kept those vows. Joe was off in England filming a television series whilst I nursed an injury caused when in a nasty car crash. We looked at a lot of film from Joe’s library, one of which was Black Orpheus. One evening, Merlin cooked a chicken paprikash and had two other couples over, both Black. There was talk about the Oscars earlier that year and how exciting it was that Louis Gossett Jr. had won best-supporting actor Oscar for An Officer And A Gentleman, which was a landmark first. After dinner and more great sex, we returned to the discussion about the Oscars that year and Hollywood politics. I had failed to see anything exciting about winning a best-supporting actor rather than best actor Oscar. Merlin in his charming way made an analogy after he declared that not in our lifetimes would a Black woman ever win best actress Oscar; Merlin was also just brutality pragmatic and honest that way.

Hollywood, Merlin stating the obvious, was a business of make-believe where one staged the desired outcome. In that sense, Merlin shared it was the greatest propaganda tool. It is a world where reality is made in the image of what those in control, would want it to be; in such a reality, Blacks could never be seen to be triumphant. Merlin then touched on the 1936 Olympics in Berlin where Jesse Owens won four gold medals before the debased terror, Adolf Hitler, thereby shattering his belief and propaganda of a master race that’s superior and always the winner. That event, said Merlin, was a real time event which could not be manipulated to achieve the desired outcome as Hitler would have it. Then, said Merlin, Hollywood and its awards are the antithesis of real time events like the Olympics. In the world of Hollywood, even if nominated, Blacks simply were never going to be allowed to win Oscars, just being nominated was good enough and a show of Hollywood elitists’ largesse. Hollywood said Merlin is a Jewish town, after all, and thus Blacks could never be expected to win Oscars, unlike winning Grammys or even Tonys. Besides, said Merlin, Hollywood elites were obsessed with making it in London society and were in bed with royals and getting to play in the truly big leagues. At the time, that angle escaped me; however, he had made the reference to Ben Kinsley winning best actor Oscar that year for his phenomenal performance in Gandhi which Merlin and I had seen the autumn prior at the Ziegfeld Cinema on West 54th Street at midnight, which I then thought the height of sophistication.

The following afternoon, Shawn Kerwin dropped by whilst we listened to the marathon live matinée broadcast of the Metropolitan Opera Centennial Gala. Shawn had designed the golden rolodex which was on display at Lincoln Center and dropped by as she would soon be designing a play back in Toronto that Merlin would be directing. The concert was mind-blowing; we made more love, napped into evening, made more love and then had dinner in the neighbourhood, came home and talked long into the night after he finished devouring another book. As was customary in those nightly discussions, we revisited the talk of the Oscars. Merlin apologised if he sounded pessimistic but he assured me that not during our lifetimes would a Black woman win best actress Oscar. Alas, that proved true for him and just about true for me; truth be told, if 9/11 had not occurred, Halle Berry would not have won best actress Oscar at the 2002 Oscars.

Along with Will Smith slapping Chris Rock – as well he damn well ought to have, based on the latter’s hideous Netflix special of March 2023 – the unfolding drama of the Sussexes has made total sense of Merlin’s predictions of four decades earlier. I have come to see how Hollywood keeps Black actresses at bay by favouring Britons and other White non-Americans. This is not just a disservice to American cinema but it is also illegal activity. I came to see how in Meghan, Duchess of Sussex’s lynching at the hands of the Prince & Princess of Wales in concert with the Courtesan Queen cast greater insights to what causes the embargo on Black actresses winning a best actress Oscar. William is president of BAFTA which has its only foreign branch in Hollywood, which it dubiously called BAFTA North America – it has nothing to do with Canada and everything to exclusively do with Hollywood.

So why after their wedding and their first royal tour to Canada did William and Catherine, now Prince & Princess of Wales, travel to Los Angeles? As the newly minted president of BAFTA he had to be feted in Hollywood where he was expected to continue the tradition of British film artists, being disproportionately represented and winning at an American awards. They had to continue a relationship begun by Prince Philip in 1959 as first President of BAFTA. As a fledging awards, BAFTA desperately needed the cachet that the Oscars afford; old world Hollywood glamour, worldwide brand recognition and star power that remains unsurpassed.

From Prince Philip 1959 to 1965, the baton was passed on Prince Louis Battenberg (Earl Louis Mountbatten 1966 to 1972, Princess Anne, Princess Royal 1973 to 2001. Next up was Lord Richard Attenborough 2002 to 2010; the current BAFTA president, Prince William, Prince of Wales from 2010 to present.

So with the current BAFTA president, we get Tom Hanks sitting in the royal box at a Aston Villa game and we all know that this football team has been BAFTA president, William’s favourite team since childhood. The day after, Tom’s wife, Rita Wilson, attended the 2023 BAFTA Awards where its President, which is customary, rowed with his hawkish wife, Catherine, Princess of Wales. Another example of influence peddling, Mr. Hanks is a multiple Oscar winner, two-time Oscar winner Michael Douglas and his Welsh wife, Catherine Zeta-Jones live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. Again, Oscar winners are favoured and you can bet that these American Oscar winners have been afforded honorary membership in members clubs like Annabel’s as part of the influence peddling as the BAFTA president hobnobs with Hollywood movers and shakers, in a bid to secure work and Oscar nominations for Britons working in Hollywood.

Well, if the angry Black male, Will Smith, is going to be censored for disrupting the Oscar telecast then Tom Hanks and the Douglas Zeta-Joneses should lose their Oscar vote for clearly engaging in influence peddling with the president of BAFTA. The Windsors are notorious for engaging in sketchy business deals, what with the now King Charles III, taking bags of cash from Saudi members of the Bin Laden family. There would also be nothing to stop William and his predecessors from engaging in accommodating Hollywood A listers for the sake of securing nominations for Britons at what is an American awards, the Oscars; of course, in keeping with all that elbow rubbing offered by royals, the Tonys, Grammys and Emmys will gladly favour British talent. It is not America’s responsibility to provide work for British actors and industry professionals. With a population five times as large as the UK’s, there is clearly a dearth of talent out there, such that America never needs to go courting or employing Britons over Americans. And that it is all about influence peddling and getting to hobnob with royals, where do you see Americans favouring Canadian talent, which relative to UK’s is considerable with a population twice as large as Canada’s should see more Canadian actors being nominated and winning Oscars all this time.

1. The Great Ziegfeld Luise Rainer, 1936 2. The Good Earth Luise Rainer, 1937 3. Gone With The Wind Vivien Leigh, 1939 4. Suspicion Joan Fontaine, 1941 5. Mrs. Miniver Greer Garson, 1942 6. To Each His Own Olivia de Havilland, 1946 7. The Heiress Olivia de Havilland, 1949 8. A Streetcar Named Desire Vivien Leigh, 1951 9. Butterfield 8 Elizabeth Taylor, 1960 10. Mary Poppins Julie Andrews, 1964

Just look at this, 20 best actress Oscars afforded British actresses for an American award.

11. Darling Julie Christie, 1965 12. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf Elizabeth Taylor, 1966 13. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Maggie Smith, 1969 14. Women in Love Glenda Jackson, 1970 15. A Touch of Class Glenda Jackson, 1973 16. Driving Miss Daisy Jessica Tandy, 1989 17. Howards End Emma Thompson, 1992 18. The Queen Helen Mirren, 2006 19. The Reader Kate Winslet, 2008 20. The Favourite Olivia Colman, 2018

Naturally, with the House of Windsor involved, acquiring Oscars is infinitely easier accomplished than trying to spirit the great pyramids of Giza to London, which if it were possible, there’d likely be one at the expanded forecourt of the British Museum, one on The Regent’s Park and the other in Hyde Park. Obviously, Princess Anne’s tenure as BAFTA president likely saw her innate disdain for Yanks and general arrogance rule, which resulted in little return on investment. The same was true when Louis Mountbatten was BAFTA president. Of course, with Woody Allen, Steven Spielberg on Epstein’s flight manifests and Roman Polanski being too ‘special’ to prosecute, Old Dickie was in his element in Hollywood. Let’s face it, the IRA had nothing to do with Mountbatten’s explosive demise, born 25.6.1900 Year of the Rat, as ever numbers never lie. 7.4.5 = 7. Two 7s and a 5 alluding to sexual scandal; one or more 7s especially if one is placed in the fourth position, will indicate assassination of a public figure. In Mountbatten’s case, the poor villagers were sick of their sons being preyed on by a known paedophile and that was that.

1. Amorous Prince David, Prince of Wales & Earl Mountbatten in India. 2. David & Louis frolicking in Hawaii. 3. David & Louis playing. 4. Prince Charles, Prince of Wales & Earl Mountbatten. 5. Charles & Mountbatten. 6. Prince Charles, Prince of Wales & Jimmy Savile. 7. Gary Glitter. 8. Jimmy Savile & Gary Glitter. 9. Steven Spielberg & BAFTA President, Richard Attenborough. 10. Steven Spielberg & Harvey Weinstein. 11. Jeffrey Epstein, Prince Andrew, Duke of York, Woody Allen, Bill Clinton & Donald Trump. 12. Prince Andrew & Jeffrey Epstein. 13. Jeffrey Epstein & Donald Trump. 14. Prince Charles & Equerry Jonathan Thompson. 14 Prince Charles & Valet Michael Fawcett.

Prince Louis of Battenberg aka Earl Louis Mountbatten was human and it would certainly not have been the first time that persons associated with the House of Windsor, have had a preference for minor meat or favoured paedophiles. Sexual predators who are deemed untouchable for being of royal, Queer or Jewish persuasion rule a town called Hollywood and you can bet your bottom dollar that there is no room in their worldview for Black actresses being worthy enough for best actress Oscars. I’ll always remember going to an Upper West Side dinner party in winter 1983 whilst Merlin was in Toronto, working on Fraggle Rock with Jim Henson and talk of Hollywood came up. I was with a dancer who was transitioning to the world of fashion and design and successfully at that. Before then, he had lived for a couple of years with a famous actor in Hollywood; he hated having a sugar daddy so returned to New York. Aaron, who was great fun, died too young of AIDS but I’ll always remember his assessment of Hollywood: the world’s most exclusive escort service successfully masquerading as an entertainment business. “It is nothing more than Mecca if you are a sexual predator.” Two others at that dinner party wholeheartedly agreed with Aaron’s perception. Aaron had the thickest cock I have yet in all my years seen; thankfully, he happened to have been the most aggressive bottom yet encountered.

Indeed, what Merlin implied by not in our lifetimes, would there be a Black best actress Oscar winner, is that the Oscar is the penultimate icon of White female exclusivity and superiority. It is the most racist iconography in American culture. It is also tied to the UK Royal family in a display of American inferiority complex after having fought a war to be rid of Britons and their monarchy. Especially sobering is the fact that the very President of BAFTA, Prince William, Prince of Wales has been outed in his brother, Prince Harry’s phenomenal royal memoir, SPARE, as being the leader of the racially predatory campaign of harassment, mental, emotional and likely physical abuse, all of which was glaringly accomplished with the tacit collusion of the Fleet Street abattoirs and persons like Princess Michael of Kent who happens to be the mother of the Prince’s known closest royal friend, Lord Frederick Windsor.

Meghan, an American actress has been treated like absolute filth, yet no one in Hollywood has spoken up in her defence. Meghan’s articulateness and impeccable social skills are seen as reasons enough to resent the ‘Yank’. Moreover, Meghan is that most unacceptable of propositions not just to the British royal family but to the very core of its collective consciousness, Meghan is Black and descended of slaves of which no nation profited more mightily from the enslavement of displaced Black Africans than the British and its royal family. Of course, Hollywood does not care to get involved because the only sanctioned troubled history that is celebrated by the Academy, is the pain, struggle of Jews in Europe which resulted in the Holocaust. For that reason, it is almost an existential threat to the Academy and Hollywood’s sense of self and entitlement to ever have to acknowledge Black American history in America cinema. Indeed, Hollywood has never even done more than exploit the indigenous American population’s rape and pillage of culture and genocide of a people, because as with Black Americans, it would prove more worthy of American cinematic focus for obvious historic reasons than sectarian European history.

Anything and anyone who remotely threatens Hollywood’s sense of self and its agendum of focussing almost exclusively on the Holocaust with respect to what is deemed disturbing history and worthy of being focussed on and highlighted, is simply cancelled. Good god, look at Tom Cruise in what clearly is sectarian bias, no matter how much of a box office champ and how compelling his acting chops have been, an Oscar continues to elude him. Apart from his blockbuster actions films, all of them, what I love about Tom Cruise is how exquisitely he captures young soul angst with his acting. From Rain Man (1988), to Jerry Maguire (1996) or the exquisitely cinematic, Eyes Wide Shut (1999) the man’s a brilliant actor and no one but a young soul would so daringly do his own stunts in film after film after action film. All this deliberate denial because he is a Scientologist; just imagine if Jews were being so targeted and overlooked by the Academy but there it is in bold, unmistakable reality.

Similarly, James Cameron, a Canadian, is simply not great enough of be imbued with genius such that his towering greatness must be celebrated. In 2009, that society that serves as a paragon of racialised superior consciousness (Britain) and arrogantly so, did not award a single BAFTA to James Cameron’s 1997 film, Titanic though receiving 10 nominations. In America that year with 14 nominations, Titanic was awarded 11 Oscars. As far as Britons are concerned, it is not a British film, therefore they do not care and their grudge and disdain for ‘Yanks’ is all the more reason why Titanic was shut out of the BAFTAs. How is this even possible when there was a direct involvement with Britain with this very real and ground-breaking film? The Titanic did set sail from Britain for America; Britons were lost at sea when the Titanic sank.

Not wanting to seem like an afterthought and god forbid a third-tier awards, on taking over as BAFTA president, Richard Attenborough had the awards moved up to February, post Oscars April or May, thereby preceding the Oscars. This afforded the BAFTAs cachet as they were seen as a forerunner of how the Oscar winners would be determined. In a bid to maintain relevance and continue its role of influence peddling in an American industry, BAFTA has set up a wing in Beverly Hills and had the balls to call it the North American wing; leave Canada out of your influence peddling racket, the objective is to influence the Oscar nominations and winners. Of course, in turn Oscar winners find themselves being afforded the exclusivity of the royal treatment as with Tom Hanks at the Aston Villa game on the eve of the 2023 BAFTAs and Oscar winners Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones being allowed to live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. So that no one should go getting ideas, she is a Briton and he, of course, is Jewish Hollywood royalty and it certainly would not be extended beyond such persons. Certainly, not when the current BAFTA president and his wife and known anti-Black racists.

Thanks to Britons’ gross sense of entitlement and flagrant superiority complex, they do not care what the world thinks. Their awards criteria and their members decide who is deserving of winning a British award and you can bet it won’t be a damn Yank. From Beyoncé being snubbed at the Grammys in favour of Harry Styles then having the Brit Awards favour Harry Styles over anyone else. This fruity little drip regardless how flagrantly he swishes his AMS (arse-munching ‘stache) and cross-dresses, above all else, he is a White male and he will not be ridiculed by radio DJs the world over. I’ll always remember my proud First Nations brief lover whilst at a pow wow in Merritt, B.C. saying, “Gay people are first and always White people… people like you and me do not count at the end of the day.” Sage words indeed. Look at this silly photo of the flagrant little industry-used manwhore, I am reminded of the swell little, ridiculously hysterical French-Canadian actor friend of Merlin’s. From the moment we met, it was evident that it was merely a matter of time before we would be carrying on like gibbons en chaleur. A friend of his had approached Merlin and asked if I would step in for him whilst he covered elsewhere for someone whose lover was severely ill and dying of AIDS. It was supposed to have lasted all of two, at the most, six weeks.

Standing in for a friend of Merlin’s, dressing on Cats at the Elgin Theatre, was a memorable experience because Jean-François and I would be sharing the same floor backstage as the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical printed money like it was going out of style. Post intermission, JF and I would have the most fun. As all theatre folk are predominantly sage souls, which he was, he was entertainingly witty and given to reciting dialogue from a range of Bette Davis films. Mostly, Lauri whose wife also did wigs and makeup was fun to be around as JF and I carried on. One Wednesday, after matinée performance, JF and I returned to the theatre off the Victoria Street tech entrance. We had just rushed down from the top of the street where it dead ends into Ryerson Polytechnic Institute, which now goes by whatever name du jour – Toronto Metropolitan University. As we returned, we were laughing hysterically which Lauri with a sly wink declared, he could well imagine what trouble we’d been up to. Truth be told, we were detained by aggressive security as JF, Toronto Dance Theatre dancer René Highway who was a lover of Merlin’s who preceded me by at least two others, actor Denis Simpson of TV’s Polka Dot Door were caught in a stall together being riotously salacious. Little did I know that as I banged on the side of the stall, “Oh fuck yeah, put your fucking tongue right there!” there was a security guard in the stall next door spying on us. His radio went off, giving away the plot and to prevent my raucous laughter, Denis began aggressively kissing me. The damage was done though, because before we could scramble out of there, the security guard’s colleague had come to join him as he braced himself against the door in an attempt to have us detained. In no mood to be messed with, I grabbed JF’s half finished Styrofoam cup of coffee and tossed it over the stall door onto the killjoy guard. Though we tried to bolt, his backup had locked us inside. Denis copped hauteur and feigning outrage, demanded to be let out at once as he had nothing to do with any of this. The cheek! Tall, imposingly debonair, just like that Denis abandoned us with René, who never said more than two words at any given time, slithering out with Denis. Merlin said of René, you have a great fuck then afterwards, there’s nothing there; simply no signs of intellect. You can bet your bottom dollar, I howled at his assessment. After too much silly cop-playing nonsense, JF and I were released and told to never set foot on the campus again… as fucking if.

Stage left alcove with Lauri close by, JF fell to his knees, doing a deadpan Bette Davis impersonation from Jezebel, “Arvin. Arvin, I’m on my knees… I’m pleading to you…” All the while he kept looking from my crotch to my face his eyes large and yearning whilst suggestively licking his lips; Lauri’s laughter in the corner almost drowned out the caterwauling coming from onstage. Next, it was my turn to be witty, removing the band that gathered my recently permed hair, my Bette Davis rebuttal came from Cabin in the Cotton as I giggled and replied, “Well, of course, I’d love to hogtie and fuck you silly but I just permed my hair… bye now.” Turning, I made towards Lauri in the alcove whose laughter was continuous and just then, JF put his hand in my hair, making it an unruly mess. With that, he took off rushing to the back and through the door onto Victoria Street with me giving spirited chase. As it was the mid-1980s the street was a darkened affair with the foreboding sight of St. Michael’s Hospital across on the east side of the street. Facing north on the west side on the street, JF squatted on the kerb and began offering his arse whilst I grabbed his hips and soon we both dissolved in laughter, working off the stress from being earlier held hostage by aggressive security up the street.

Of course, today Victoria Street is no longer a deserted affair after dark. Last year, Massey Hall at the southwest corner of Shuter and Victoria streets reopened after 190$m renovations. Of course, it is just in time for the 70th anniversary of the most phenomenal live Jazz concert recording with the famous ‘Salt Peanuts’ performance. To Massey Hall’s rear and half a block down Victoria Street is the back of the Elgin Theatre. The 60-storey Massy Tower condominiums sit on the east side of Yonge Street and two doors north of the Elgin Theatre’s marquee between Queen Street East to the south and Shuter to the north. Jean-François was devastatingly funny and vulgarly laughed at everyone and everything; he was as intimidating as he was diminutive. He favoured me as ours was a physical relationship that was purely fraternal and nothing more than robust, healthy sexual play.

A couple of years after Merlin’s passing, I was then habituated in the Beaches, one of Toronto’s more glorious neighbourhoods which, like Moore Park, is lorded over by the tallest oaks, and bordered to the south by the boardwalk, beach and Lake Ontario beyond, which proves a putrid malodorous cocktail in springtime. The Beaches’ high street is Queen Street East with its noisy 501 streetcars; I then lived just beyond the end of the Queen streetcar loop at Neville Park on the south side of Queen. To the north the Upper Beaches was the tonier part of the neighbourhood with the most commanding views of the city and lake beyond or below. I really loved living there. About that time, in 1991, I received a call with news of Jean-François. I had last seen JF a couple of months earlier as he came by and visited but we didn’t have sex; Merlin was dead of AIDS, which meant that I had unredeemably become perished fruit. Years earlier when we had just moved to Cabbagetown’s 20 Amelia Street, JF dropped by unannounced whilst we visited with chef Gary Martin who was a source of playful raucous man-loving. Having heard about me JF came calling, whilst we visited in the back garden, Merlin cock-sucking a joint, Gary sharing on it, JF lit up a cigarette and offered it as he tried charming me; grabbing his hand at the wrist, I elegantly moved the cigarette away and coolly stated fact, “Sorry, I never suck on anything less than nine and a half inches… ever.” Jean-François tossed his head back and roared and declared that he was besotted. Gary cooked yet another sublime dinner and after, Merlin continued enjoying a joint whilst onlooking at me ploughing Gary who always had to have the large mirror in the hall on the floor to look at himself being ploughed right; Jean-François leapt in and kept his faced hungrily buried between my pumping buttocks.

Luckily, in a big city, you can nicely experience a new incarnation which has positively nothing to do with your previous existence. Soon enough, lovers aplenty were de rigueur and I began exploring my true metier, the world of S&M. For Jean-François, in a bid not to become HIV-infected, he began going after barely legal youth, freshly arrived in the big city and on the make, whom he enticed with his snazzy motorcycle. So it was as JF brought home a couple of straight boys to his lovely apartment above a drugstore along Eglinton Avenue West just west of Upper Forest Hill, his couple of tricks stole his sporty motorcycle after murdering him, cutting off his cock and sticking it into the gash of his slit throat. There unsurprisingly was blood everywhere and my response on hearing the news of JF’s demise, was to have done as he would have, “Well thank god those fucking forensic guys carry a tweezer in their toolbox…” a quip at JF’s tiny, boyish cock. The laughter the friend and I roared, was a fitting tribute to JF and also the only way to have responded to such shocking news of such a violent passing… Jean-François honestly would have appreciated the humour of the situation.

So there was the BAFTA President, Prince William, Prince of Wales with his combustible wife kitted out in her ‘fist-me-now’ black opera gloves, onlooking as Cate Blanchett won best actress BAFTA for TAR, a film which frankly is much ado about fuck-all. It is about her iconic whiteness – her blondness and blue-eyed superiority which is what the Oscars are about; however, when it comes to best actress the BAFTAs afforded the royal seal of approval. Thus Michelle Yeoh sat there at Royal Festival Hall and watched Cate win best actress BAFTA and that was that. Britons do not give a damn; besides, they are royals and all that, never mind that that blasted uncouth boor will break protocol more frequently than a duck shitting, lui même Madame Plotte-Visage, the Courtesan Queen – more of that later.

1. Kerry Condon 2. Dolly De Leon 3. Carey Mulligan 4. Angela Bassett 5. Hong Chau 6. Jamie Lee Curtis

So the BAFTAs decide that this is a good enough field for best supporting actress BAFTAs 2023. Of course, Kerry Condon is not a Yank and is close to being British for being Irish and that’s that. In this pre-Oscars awards, both Angela Bassett and Jamie Lee Curtis were passed over.

1. Cate Blanchett. 2. Viola Davis 3. Michelle Yeoh 4. Danielle Deadwyler 5. Emma Thompson 6. Ana de Armas

With the Oscars, Cate Blanchett who had been favoured was defeated by Michelle Yeoh. Of course, though much was made of Angela Bassett being a sore loser to Jamie Lee Curtis for the best supporting actress Oscar, Jamie Lee won it for two reasons, she is second generation member of a Hollywood acting dynasty; more importantly, she is Jewish and in Hollywood that trumps everything else. With Michelle Yeoh’s historic win, no one dare levelled accusations that it was mere tokenism or some woke agendum.

1. Ana de Armas 2. Andrea Riseborough 3. Cate Blanchett 4. Michelle Williams 5. Michelle Yeoh

For that matter, there was no talk anywhere of Cate Blanchett having been cheated out of her rightful best actress Oscar award. Naturally, the argument is that Black actresses are just not good enough or worthy enough to be cinematically lauded. Of course, Angela Bassett, Viola Davis and Danielle Deadwyler, in the case of the latter two, they portrayed not just strong Black women but they were also historical figures. This for Hollywood is wholly unacceptable; American history simply cannot expand to cinematically include African Americans. What’s more, avoiding American history at all costs is preferable, this explains why a film like Everything, Everywhere All At Once fared so well at the Oscars, it had positively nothing to do with American history and did not in any way threaten what Hollywood deems the only history worthy of being cinematically celebrated by the Oscars. As the saying goes, in Hollywood – the land of make believe, Shoah business is the only American history worth celebrating… cartographers be damned. And unlike the unpredictability of Jesse Owens’ performance before Hitler in 1936, Hollywood does not do real-time events. Hollywood as 1968’s best actress Oscar tie validated, is about manipulating reality to serve its need and one’s heroic place within the culture: better than, special, innately entitled.

Broadway Actor, Audra McDonald

Though Hollywood would like to keep Black actresses oppressed and give the impression that they are not capable of commanding the screen and thus not deserving of Oscars for best actress, that is all challenged by the fact that Audra McDonald, is the most decorated leading actress on Broadway in its history with 6 Tony awards. Naturally, if Audra were an actress in Hollywood, she would never have been considered for any Oscar nomination above supporting actress. Hell, even Viola Davis won best supporting actress Oscar for a role which was always a lead on Broadway and won a Tony award in that category for the play adapted to film, Fences.

Halle Berry Best Actress Oscar Acceptance Speech 74th Academy Awards, 2002

Just look at how Briton, Helen Mirren looks on at Halle Berry during her best actress Oscar acceptance speech in 2002. She was clearly displeased and thought that the award ought not to have gone to some Black upstart, who was making some ridiculous ‘race’ speech or other. There, too, was that blasted little garden gnome whom we know is a favoured inner circle member at the court of the ugly-no-blasted-motherfuck Courtesan Queen, who has time and again made no effort to hide her disinterest in the otiose Persons of Colour the world over.

Maori Dancers Performing Haka at Commonwealth Service, Westminster Abbey, 2023

Just look at the way she walked past the barefooted Maori celebrants outside Westminster Abbey at the Commonwealth Day Service, 2023. It was heart-warming to see the Duchess of Edinburgh bump her left shoulder into HM King Charles III’s right shoulder and humour him as he clearly needed to be pulled away from the displeasure, he no doubt would have been experiencing for being born in the Year of the Rat and disrespected by that blasted Couchon, who has been unrelentingly wrecking the House of Windsor for near half a century. The damage ‘Ugly Duchess’ continues doing to HLM Queen Elizabeth II’s 70-year legacy, is incalculable.

Perception Is All.

The video above is of French colonials in the then French colony of Vietnam. That was in 1900, not 1900 years ago or 19,000 years ago. In less than 6 generations tribal perceptions change little. This is how the White tribe perceives non-Whites with varying degrees of scorn and animus. What most Whites have had to do, is aggressively adapt such that this primal perception of their place in the scheme of things, is deeply guarded, camouflaged and made to seem irrelevant. Of course, the power of the gun assures them that this sense of self and place in the scheme of things are little challenged.

Indeed, the House of Windsor has been possessed of this entrenched sense of self and place, in its most recent incarnation, since the reign of Queen Victoria. The two White females tossing grain and coins at the ‘natives’ in Vietnam, were contemporaries of Queen Victoria’s, whose misogynoir was emulated and upheld by Queen Mary who groomed both Queen Elizabeth, Queen Mother and HLM Queen Elizabeth II.

Queen Elizabeth II Sharing Racist Anecdote

One should not be surprised at the Queen’s 1969 documentary in which she tells a racist joke, to which Charles heartily laughed. Charles’s heir, rather than son, Peggalicious & Fisted is an avowed anti-Black racist; of course, so too is the Courtesan Queen, who has made no bones about giving no fucks about the otiose little non-White peoples.

Royal Tour 2019: St. Kitts & Nevis, St. Vincent, Grenada, St. Lucia & Barbados

The four minute mark of the above video and on their arrival in St. Vincent, Camilla carries her trusty parapluie and to make sure that she doesn’t have to shake any of the ‘natives’ hands, she carries a handbag in the free hand. This woman is a right piece of work and a true heir of the French colonials tossing grain and coins at the Vietnamese.

Just look at her! Couchon…

The infamous open ridicule of Inuit throat singers, causing Governor-General Johnston to look at her as though she were a lunatic from Mars will not soon be forgotten.

Just Look at the Old Kook; Always Looking As Though She Just Fell Off Her Broom

Her most recent I’ve-no-fucks-left-to-give moment: 2023 Commonwealth Service at Westminster Abbey. She just walked past the irrelevant persons of colour and of course compensatorilly clutched her hat as though it were Dorothy’s cabin about to take off; as if she’s not always got a broom to hand.

1. Norma Shearer 1930 2. Luise Rainer 1936 & 1937 3. Judy Holliday 1950 4. Simone Signoret 1959 5. Elizabeth Taylor 1960 & 1966 6. Barbra Streisand 1968 7. Marlee Matlin 1986 8. Helen Hunt 1997 9. Gwyneth Paltrow 10. Natalie Portman

There is much that you can glean from the line up of the best actress Oscar winners above. They are an insight into where power lies in Hollywood and one should never be mistaken about that. This power block is whom, much like the two French colonials in 1900 decide what pittance Blacks in American cinema receive. Of course, had 9/11 never occurred, there would have been no need for Halle Berry to have won best actress Oscar in 2002. This was hastily done as there was great fear that if terrorism were to become de rigueur, a guaranteed weekly affair across America, one would need to lay low and not provoke wrath from the American public at large. Of course, by the 76th Oscars two years later, there was no such threat and it has been back to the norm of Black actresses chances of winning best actress Oscar decidedly negligible.

How Like French Colonials in Vietnam, One Tosses A Best Supporting Actress to A Black Actress Now and Again

That Hollywood does not have two fucks to give what it looks like, was validated when in 1968, it was speciously alleged that there was a tie and just as with Gwyneth’s Cinderella Oscar, so too was Barbra Streisand awarded an Oscar because one can and did. Obviously, it is not a question of Black actresses not having acting chops, deserving of best actress Oscar, just as with the French colonials of 1900 Vietnam, Hollywood’s elite have long decided that Black actresses are not deserving of any such accolade; goddamn it, they are just not people enough. Goodness, that would make them more than maids, whores, junkies and dumbasses.

Hollywood as throughout human history, is just another society with its various strata and the one stratum that gets you lifetime membership at LouLou’s, Annabel’s and Maison Estelle is the one that sees you awarded best actress. In the case of best actor Oscar that’ll get you membership at Mark’s, Harry’s and Oswald’s. Alas, Black women need not dream; as Meghan has validated, Black actresses are the one group of actresses who are most undesirable whether for senior royal status or Hollywood’s ruling elite. Don’t ever fool yourself into thinking that Hollywood’s elite are a liberal bunch; they are the most vile, racist, royal sycophants on the planet – this is why Oscar winners Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. They have wanted in, have gotten in and it’ll all culminate with Prince George marrying a nice Jewish girl – actress or otherwise. It will happen; in the meantime, they – royals and Hollywood elites – have seen to it that Meghan’s Cinderella moment could be undone and how handsomely they toiled and won. It’s a perfect business arrangement, Hollywood wants the exclusivity of royal sanction and access and for the royals and their shitty, third tier BAFTA awards, Brits get Oscars in return for preferred Hollywood elites sitting in the royal box at an Aston Villa game, living at St. James’s Palace and everything else in between, including all the minor meat they favour.

Hell, what’s all that to Harry and Meghan; they’ve got each other and are growing richer in spades with every venture they explore. Meanwhile, when the Pegged & Fisted Bourbon bastard finally gets a divorce, the inarticulate Edward Gorey silent era ingenue will draw on her coalminer pedigree and go full Jerry Springer on the House of Windsor. No Sir, Catherine will not go quietly and doe-eyed like her mother-in-law, Diana, Princess of Wales did. She will fight dirty and shake up the pantomime in ways that not even Hollywood could fathom.

Whether Emmy Awards, Grammy Awards, Oscar Awards or Tony Awards (EGOTs), American awards are about celebrating American culture with the able contribution of American actors and artisans being cited. Clearly, as demonstrated by repeated instances mentioned herein this blog, there is a clear-cut case of influence peddling on the part of the Presidents of BAFTA past and present, resulting in examples cited, be it Michael Douglas & Catherine Zeta-Jones Oscar winners living in an apartment at St. James’s Palace to fellow Oscar winner Tom Hanks, being afforded VIP access to Aston Villa matches. If indeed Armenian-Americans were the most powerful group in Hollywood, American Cinema, then there would doubtless be greater inclusivity and all American actresses being celebrated for their work. Indeed, all aspects of American culture would be celebrated in such a paradigm. As is obvious from Viola Davis winning a best supporting actress Oscar for a role which is a leading role, clearly there is a validated case of discrimination and double-standards at play.

Warriors of the High Country

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©2008 James Ayers

American cinema has to reflect American culture in all its pandimensionality and this is not the case. From the number of British and Jewish actresses who have won best actress Oscars relative to Black and Hispanic/Latina American, there is a definite case for legally challenging the discriminatory practices of the status quo. When is there going to be a film about the human drama that unfolded as a result of the terror attacks on 9/11? When are there going to be historically accurate films, telling the story of Indigenous Americans sacrifices and genocide. Heroic films from varying perspectives have yet to be made that dealt with the human costs of the American civil war. It is incumbent on the actors unions and others in the industry to challenge this discriminatory practice by way of legal action, ACLU, class action lawsuits, hearings in congress and legal action going all the way to the United States Supreme Court. The exclusion of Viola Davis or Danielle Deadwyler at the 95th Oscars is a clear example when they were passed over in favour of a British actress, Andrea Riseborough who appeared in a utterly dismissible film and performance about which no one knew a damn thing. Two Black actresses were passed over at the Oscar nominations for very strong roles where at the BAFTAs they were celebrated by being nominated.

If any practice is an insult to intellect, demonstrates influence peddling and proves a clear-cut case of discrimination based on race and or gender then there is no dearth of lawyers in America, who cannot take on an American actors union class action suit to address and correct so glaring an ugly case of racism in America, to say nothing of that decades long practice being an injustice. Hollywood elites do not fill movie theatres, nor for that matter do Britons seeing American films lead to blockbuster box office results… Americans do! Unlike the Festival International du Film Cannes and Toronto International Film Festival, the Academy Awards, despite tacking on international to the name, is not an international film festival. Furthermore, the Academy Awards are an American film awards and not obliged to be featuring and awarding prizes to Britons as the awards have become. If you want an Oscar then damn well choose to reincarnate an American. Period. Just as if you want to be elected American President, the onus is on you to choose to reincarnate an American born citizen. The House of Windsor has no right to be wielding influence on the Oscars or any other aspect of American society; a damn war was fought and won about being bullied and over-lorded by Britons and their royals. If this is not challenged in due course, the problem of Black actresses being passed over in favour will endure for the foreseeable decades of this century and well into the next. Of course, if Blacks protest this, Hollywood’s elites in collusion with the British royals will simply see to it that all many of non-Black non-Whites will suddenly be favoured and awarded Oscars.

Brits Are Not Played Off At An American Awards, Or Are the Academy Awards Exclusively An American Awards?

Darling, the rules are very clear; if you don’t like Black people, fuck you!

Samara Joy live in NYC [full concert] | Trinity Church Wall Street | Nov 8, 2022

Samara Joy – Vocals

Ben Paterson – Piano

Felix Moseholm – Bass

Evan Sherman – Drums

At long last, a griot of the highest order has incarnated among us; long live Black high art, Jazz!

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As ever, life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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Catherine: A Deeper Shade of Vermeer.

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Girl with a Pearl Earring, Oil on Canvas Johannes Vermeer 1665.

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Camilla, HRH Duchess of Cornwall.  HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales.  Doria Ragland.  HRH Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex, Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex, Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor, Earl Dumbarton.  Jane, Baroness Fellowes.  Lady Sarah McCorquodale.  HRH Prince William, Duke of Cambridge.  Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge.  

As I stated to a dear friend, “Doria is all the Queen they need in that photograph!”  Not for a second do I buy the notion that HM The Queen stayed away because, when it is all said and done, she does not approve of Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex.  Her Majesty also did not attend HRH Prince Louis of Cambridge’s christening last year.  

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It is so immensely satisfying to see HRH Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex matured into fatherhood and his numerological double-sixthness is validated by his open warmth, love and protective care of both his wife and his beautiful baby boy.  

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Archie, a seventh-level mature priest soul; he is infinitely more evolved than either his parents, or the Cambridge’s for that matter.  He is, though, the same soul age as his paternal grandfather, HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales, however, Charles is a seventh-level warrior to exalted role priest, Archie.  This man is going to perform a rather dynamic role within the history of the House of Windsor. 

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Much has been said about Prince William’s demeanour in this portrait.  Without doubt, both the Cambridges attended Archie’s christening with an agendum of their own.  I don’t know if William put his wife up to her power play but I do know this, it was decidedly vile and you can bet your bottom dollar that none of this went unnoticed, nor for that matter will it go unchallenged by Meghan – she who was Margaret Beaufort in a past life.  

So, William threw shade.  Quelle surprise ça.  William does as William does.  Born on the summer solstice of 1982, he has a geniture that is most unique; it comes with an intense stellium.  That is not necessarily a good thing; with so many planets closely concentrated, this gives him a tendency towards short-sightedness and in his position as future Prince of Wales, he takes very seriously his role as future king and acts autocratically at every turn.  He did not invite his aunts to the christenings of any of his three children.  William did not invite, Sarah, Duchess of York to his wedding.  After the birth of his firstborn, he decamped at the Middletons in Bucklebury and avoided his father, the future king.  As with most people with a numerological attitude of 9, which is the hardest number to master, he does things more often than not for spite.  

Of course, he could not be more different to his brother, HRH Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex who is born in the year of the rat, like his father and his paternal great-grandmother, Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother.  Rats, I am one, are deeply loyal and will always be inclusive of family to the point of appearing sentimental.  This would be especially pronounced in a rat like Harry who is a warrior soul and such souls are deeply loyal.  So, too, is HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales a warrior soul and also, HRH Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh a mature warrior born in the year of the rooster like Meghan.  Warriors forget nothing and do not readily forgive insults – a pity William in his myopic blissfulness remains unaware of this.  

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Saturday, for Archie’s christening, true to his warrior/rat spirit, Harry had his beloved mum’s sisters present at the christening just as Jane, Baroness Fellowes read scripture at his beautiful, historic wedding to Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex.  Every rat would do exactly the same.  Well there were TRH Duke & Duchess of Cambridge smugly telegraphing their ennui for all the world to see.  As a warrior soul, I would not have expected such a gutter snipe move on Catherine’s part on Saturday. 

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As this was Harry’s firstborn’s christening and he was so deeply bonded to his mum, Catherine who had never worn those earrings of Diana, Princess of Wales’, to any of her three children’s christening, rather than loaning the earrings to Meghan by way of affording them to Harry so that his lovely wife could wear them as they would mean so much to Harry as his mother had worn them for his christening, instead, there sat Catherine feigning hauteur whilst smugly smiling to those in the know.  Indeed, this was Catherine’s star turn, which was just as vile as HRH Princess Michael of Kent’s infamous blackamoor brooch outing in December, 2017.  

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Positively nothing that these courtiers do is happenstance.  In essence, in wearing those earring of Diana, Princess of Wales’, which she had worn to Harry’s – and William’s for that matter – christening, Catherine was in effect saying to Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex, as much as Harry would like for you to have them, seeing as you are straight outta Compton, there is no guarantee that you’ll return them.  No matter, as long as I wear them, Diana’s spirit will be present.  This was a very cruel and low blow and not the sort of dirty pool that warrior souls engage in.  I am betting that William put his wife up to it; however, as Catherine’s right eye has become increasingly pained and umbraed in the past few years, she is clearly deeply stressed by the pressures of being married to William, who also happens to be her task companion.  Notice the way that Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge wears her hair at Archie’s christening; the high headband, with the hair fully pulled back and the headband ruby-coloured to best set off the pearl earrings, worn by Diana, Princess of Wales at her sons’ christenings.  With the headband, there is no chance of Catherine luscious main covering the pearl earrings, the choice of which are to telegraph much to those courtiers in the know.  

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Catherine’s right eye since HRH Prince George of Cambridge’s christening in 2013, has become pained, saddened and distant.  I also suspect that she may have become anorexic from the stress of being wedded to William who as a scholar soul is void emotional depth and can be expected to be keenly spiteful.  

In this clip for William’s christening, at the five second mark, Diana, Princess of Wales turns to the left to look and speak to Charles who wanted to mop up William’s dribbling and it is then that you see that Diana is wearing the same earring.  It is not lost on me that clearly Diana is being rude to Charles when he offers to wipe away the dribble.  Of course, William was christened on August 4, 1982; it was Charles’ beloved grandmother’s 82 birthday, which is precisely the sort of gift that a rat would present his much loved family member.  Ironically enough, on that day, it was Prince Charles’ future daughter-in-law’s first birthday, the admired and adored Tungsten.  

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At all three christenings for her adorable children, Catherine did not wear those earrings of Diana, Princess of Wales’.  I am sure that if she wanted to, William would have decided against it as there is nothing sentimental about him and scholars by their nature are not given to being sentimental.  Three different earrings for all three children’s christenings.  I think that it would have been especially cruel if Meghan had thought to ask her husband, Prince Harry to request those pearl earrings that Diana wore to his christening, only to have William veto the request then turn around and have his wife parade them at the christening – this of course would play beautifully to those courtiers like the Michaels of Kent et famille; it is precisely the sort of petty spitefulness that would have made Meghan put her foot down and insist that they relocate to Frogmore Cottage and away from the vipers’ nest that Kensington Palace so clearly had become for the Sussexes.  

Of course, wearing the earrings would be seen as further rejection, coming so close on the heels of the disbanding of the Royal Foundation.  Not to worry, as an American and Black American, you can bet your bottom dollar the very shrewdly canny Tungsten will have a rebuttal.  Besides, who is Catherine to Meghan, she is a mousy little thing, who did not walk the aisle at her wedding alone; indeed, how Meghan must sniff and look sideways from beneath raised, bored brows every time Catherine has to go gag on a mic as William pushes her to be more relevant and not be eclipsed by the Compton interloper.  As for William, Meghan is likely little bothered by a petulant, spiteful man-child, who has to be told not to sit with his back to the horses on entering the open landau on his wedding day.  

Just as including his aunts, Harry would have thought to have his wife wear the earrings that his beloved mum wore to his christening.  This is the sort of warrior/rat thoughtfulness that saw Prince Charles salute his beloved grandmother – another rat, though, a second-level mature slave soul – by having his firstborn christened on her 82nd birthday. 

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HM King Henry VIII’s ruthlessness was the result of having been mentored and much loved by his grandmother, Margaret Beaufort – Matriarch of the Tudor Dynasty… kingmaker.  Well, that soul who was then Margaret Beaufort is back and did not return to be anyone’s pushover, as her entrance unaccompanied at her wedding in May, 2018 demonstrated.  A mean-spirited move, it most definitely was on the part of both William and Catherine by having Catherine wear earrings, which I am almost certain, Harry would have requested of them that his mother’s pearl earrings be loaned to his wife as a continuation of that rat/warrior reference and homage to both history and his beloved mum.  Naturally, such a request would have been a perfect opportunity for William to have been callously spiteful as he has proven time and again with others – Sarah, Duchess of York, HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales, his father.  

Naturally, the media did not portray Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge as having been duplicitous by having worn the earrings that Diana, Princess of Wales wore to Harry’s christening.  Why on earth had it never occurred to Catherine to wear those earrings to any of her children’s christenings?  Just imagine if Meghan had done any such thing, it would have garnered an excessive response of outrage on the online tabloid portals with their legions of bigoted trolls.  

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Indeed, lynching Meghan is now big business, just imagine, even that Trenchtown jagabat came yammering that can’t-shake mid-Atlantic accent of hers as she opined on both Meghan and Diana, Princess of Wales.  Running off at the mouth as though she knew Diana, Princess of Wales.  Would that she would just shut  up and crawl into her casket… I want a damn good return on that godawful, and justly pulped, ode to specious slander – a copy of which sits in my library, awaiting her exit.  She no more knew Diana, Princess of Wales than she does or ever will know Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex.  

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At the end of the day, the real masterpiece, worth more than a gaggle of Vermeers, is the product of the love that Harry and Meghan share; it has resulted in the most beautiful baby boy, Archie, the Earl Dumbarton.  

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As ever, thanks for your ongoing support.  Here’s wishing you the most gloriously lucid dreams.  I love you more.  

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