Celebrities and Athletes Purchased Your Soul with Your Own Money
by Sabrina Dawkins
As I look at four black CD binders full of old CDs, I realize I helped buy vain celebrities their awards show dresses and suits to wear only once. I think back to all the DVDs I sold to a pawn shop to help pay for my last month of rent for an apartment I had left half a month earlier back in 2011, and I think of the mansions that movie stars live in and the elaborate outfits worn once to star-studded events. And I realize I was the dupe back then. They sold me a false reality, a fantasy world, and I gave them my slave labor as a teenager and a young adult working at minimum wage jobs and below and using some of that money to help fund celebrities’ careers by purchasing their godless and demonic music and movies that only opened a door I didn’t know existed and welcomed more demons into my body.
And they never knew me. They didn’t see me sweating as a waitress, hoping the tips that day would justify my eight hours of work since I made below minimum wage. They didn’t see me fainting in the ticket box office with no air conditioning at the movie theater because it was hot and I had been standing for too long. They didn’t see me getting into dysfunctional and short-lived relationships because their songs made it seem normal and acceptable to dress sexy and engage in sexual behavior before marriage with dubious males: “Creep,” “Fallin’,” “Rock the Boat,” “Gangsta Lovin’,” “’03 Bonnie & Clyde,” etc. They taught us how to be “Independent Women” who make our own money by wearing stilettos, lots of makeup, weave, short skirts, and learning how to dance.
I see pictures of Cam Newton on the internet looking like a homosexual clown in elaborate, tacky clothes with his head held high; and I know that his ill-fated fans bought those clothes for him, and Jay-Z wearing a pink suit and holding up the Baphomet sign. Fans don’t realize their favorite celebrities threw the game, and the most important game at that. They play the role of the defeated, emasculated black male for their owners’ printed inflation monopoly money backed by nothing. They threw the game to become rich, offering up their clueless fans to Satan because their white owners told them that was the only way to make it big in Satan’s entertainment and sports industry because Satan only accepts souls as payment for success.