He got a bit of a blank stare on his face as he went cycling through his recognition files...then his eyes lit up and he said "Oh...that's that singer dude that wears the evil-looking contacts."
This really happened. I didn't know what to say about that at the time. I do now. Obviously.
Things change. People move on. I don't fault this guy for not knowing that name in an instant. That name that brought up an image of heavenly sex for most of the male species for so many years. One of the most famous and infamous names of the 20th century. Hell...this is the 21st century, after all. Move on, Timster.
When I was a kid, I didn't know who Tex Beneke was. He was a heart-throb of my Mother. She had to explain him to me. That happens. We place so much importance on celebrity, that we often miss the fact that it is fleeting...and is so designed. Life is fleeting.
I won't try to explain who Marilyn was. Well...not as such. I won't bore you with facts like she once said that so many men fantasize about having sex with her, that most of her lovers came away disappointed that her body turned out to be only human. She was just another woman.
Celebrity can do that to even the most astute of us. There are people that cash in on that. They are usually members of a certain tribe. I think we all know to whom I refer. But be that as it may...I miss Marilyn. I looked forward to growing old with her...even from a distance. There are so many idols of my younger days that I won't have around to share in the aging process...as a gauge of sorts. There are a lot of celebrities that I miss...even Michael Jackson...and I didn't even care for him. I grieve over the loss of Gentile celebrities that have fallen foul of the tribe that sold them in life. Most of them anyway. Those that were usually, like Marilyn and Michael, foolish and youthful enough to believe celebrity and thought they wanted it.
A few years ago I was going to be a businessman. A merchant. I opened an espresso shop in a tourist town. I learned a lot...mostly that I am not a businessman. As my Sister put it..."it failed because you gave away the shop". She was right. I have a passion for good coffee and wanted to share it with the public. Those two things are diametrically opposed. Anyway it suffered several years of financial failure as I enjoyed several years of serving the best espresso that I could.
I opened the shop very early every morning. Being just down the road from several performance venues at my location, I heard tell of many celebs coming through town...and I served several. But this particular fall morning I wasn't prepared for my first customer of the day.
A small woman walked in asking if I was open yet. I said "sure...coffee's brewing". She was in a normal looking jogging suit, no makeup and sunglasses. She sat down after I got her drink and we being the only two people there, started jabbering away at each other. Weather, jogging, the town...it went on for the better part of an hour. I liked her. She was funny and...I dunno...worldy-wise. Tough. She brought up the subject of celebrities frequenting the area and I told her my tales. She seemed unimpressed...but hey...some are not swayed by that sort of thing. At one point she removed her sunglasses and I glanced at her eyes that looked as if they had both been blackened in a fight. "I know", she said "rough night".
She struck me as nothing out of the ordinary and I took her for just another tourist...but just a bit more entertaining to talk to. As she left and thanked me for the coffee and chat, she stood with the doorknob in her hand and asked "you don't know who I am, do you?" "Nope". "You aren't a fan of country music?". "Nope...I always thought of that phrase as a bit of an oxymoron", I said.
She laughed and waved goodbye. I found out later that she was a mega-country celeb. That impressed me. Not her celebrity...just the fact that millions of people would love to have been in my place on that chilly morning...sitting there chatting away with their idol. Oh well. As they said about Marilyn...she was just another woman.
But that isn't what I wanted to talk about. I do skew off in different directions if I am not reigned in.
I guess some celebrities are like that. Tough. Tenacious. Unswayed by the glamor of their profession...knowing, but not buckling to the jewish hand that they must salve to get where they are and stay there. Like the woman in my shop. I would think you either have to be that way...diplomatic with yiddish handlers making a buck off of your talent, but keeping your distance...or you give in to their control. If you resist too much, as so many have, you can wake up dead. The list of those that have dared to countervail their domination and paid the price...often the ultimate one, is long indeed. It is a sad state of affairs that the ashkanazi own celebrity. So many in the limelight began their journey to stardom by just pursuing a passion. A passionate nature for any endeavor is a terrible thing to see destroyed. But it is his game. The hebrew manipulator of Gentile talent. A talent of which he is envious. Envy can breed horrible thoughts and deeds even in the best of us...so we are all witness to what the worst of us can do. To those we admire and idolize.
Michael Jackson vilified jewish handlers in an off-hand interview.
He died shortly thereafter. James Dean pissed off a jewish media boss and paid the price. Jimi Hendrix planned to fire his jewish manager and had wine poured down his throat till he drowned. Francis Farmer was said to have gone insane. Mel Gibson is the new Hitler...and on and on...
And Marilyn , when asked about how the new venture of starting her own production company would effect her career, said "this means I won't have to suck any more jewish cocks".
These are not people to take lightly. They were dangerous then...they are worse now. The impunity with which they control us all in one way or another is something that Norma Jean didn't understand, although she should have...having been surrounded by them constantly. Perhaps someday our children or grandchildren will learn what really happened to all of these people that had their lives and their passions destroyed. Someday. But they probably won't feel the grief...because they don't remember them.
But anyway...to my young friend...THAT'S who Marilyn Monroe was.
"When small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set." -Lin Yutang