Cuckold and The Dome

On the annual American Alopecia Awards and dragons that come out.

Behind that slap and that sad man cursing at the Alopecia Awards was a story. It is one of psychological manipulation, marital pain, cuckoldry, and being Hollywood, of course, boatloads of narcissism. Oh, and a non-life-threatening hair condition. This is what I learned, losing many brain cells in the process so you don’t have to.

Alopecia is apparently no joke.

You’d think by reading recent reports of award ceremony bitch slapping that alopecia can be just as dangerous as snow shoveling and just as deadly as cancer.

At the annual American Alopecia Awards Sunday night things got a bit heated when the night’s guest of honor Jada “GI Jane 2” Pinkett didn’t take kindly to a joke by Chris Rock who was there to present the award for Best Alopecia Documentary Short.

What do husbands do when their formerly separated back-together-again cheating wife is joyless, humorless, psychologically abusive, and subsumed by a self-seriousness only possible in narcissistic celebrities completely disconnected from reality?

In the words of the great Black American philosopher-rapper PhiloDawg the answer is clear: “Smack dat nigga.”

If you were to get this entire story from woke Twitter it would read something like this:

Alopecia suffering 100x millionaires are some of our most vulnerable in society. Answering their call to correct the injustices of the universe with violence is always warranted, especially against hate speech, on live TV at the Oscars.

Allow me to fill some holes in this story, pun intended.

Cuckolded husbands are no longer a rare breed of a husband across the American Marital landscape. The happiness of one’s partner has become paramount to the success of western marriages and nothing is apparently off-limits in this quest. This itself is already a problem. The happiness of a couple who fly on private jets and have a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars is another consideration entirely.

As the great comic Kevin Nealon asked, “What does one do for amusement when they’ve traveled everywhere and done everything that money can buy?”

His answer was to try autoerotic asphyxiation or rather mock those who turned to the practice out of boredom. His question was an answer to a cultural problem that confused him at the time. Rich and famous people were dying buck naked with belts and ties around their necks, an odd thing in a time of peace, with no national revolutions. There are only so many ways to ‘get off’ in Hollywood, but in this case only if one can ‘get down’ in time.

For teen girls, boredom and unhappiness can result in cutting themselves to feel something, as Mr. and Mrs. Smith’s daughter Willow started doing when her teenybop hit song only sold 1.5 million copies.

Boredom has become endemic. More recently gender and sexual experimentation have become sources of post-modern amusement for the young and confused, the clueless and bored. Advertising pronouns with associated gender identity and sexual orientation flags are now a way to signal to one’s tribe that they are ‘hip to the causes du jour’ and not suffering from mental illness or longing to feel a part of something through conformity and submission. The point here being it’s not just the parents going in destructive circles, it’s a family affair.

Apparently, the destruction of every member of the family unit has been a goal of official policymakers for decades, though it’s still considered a “conspiracy theory”. Black lives matter and other organizations have openly stated this is one of their goals.

Welfare policies rooted in 1960s Great Society handouts planted the first seeds of domestic destruction and Hollywood (and Disney now openly) have been doing their best to accelerate the process on the cultural front ever since.

Is this what Brandon’s “New World Order” portends?

The increasing prevalence of the cuckolded husband is just one of many symptoms of our bored and diseased culture hellbent on self-destruction. The examples are endless, but back to the story.

In his desire to please his wife Mr. Smith believed her when she said she needed to go and “discover who I am again.” That required sleeping with a young rapper and using him for her self-discovery process. Apparently, the rapper suffered from an auto-immune disorder from opioid addiction and she was needed as both partner and mother to the young man in a way her husband never needed her. After her mission of using him to “heal her” was complete, she returned to her husband to resume their marriage and referred to the affair as merely having an “entanglement” as all honest and responsible people do.

Mr. Smith consented to his wife going off to “find happiness” as they both put it, but could not conceal his pain for not being able to make his wife happy and has been accumulating that pain ever since so that it would eventually erupt in a public display of cuckold regret through violence.

This marital drama is not unique in any way other than it involves two rich celebrities who lack self-awareness and an inability to grasp reality. Orbiting around them are two entitled rich children who are even further disconnected from reality than their parents. Every endeavor is about themselves. Every thought revolves around their own personal feelings. Communicating any ideas requires that ubiquitous sentence starter “I feel like…”. The topic could be about muscle car carburetors and they will still begin to speak on this topic with the words, “I feel like…”.

I feel like that’s a big carburetor.

I feel like this muscle car’s carburetor is like, old and stuff.

Thoughts precede language. Thoughts about oneself permeate the raging narcissists of our epoch. Two generations of raging narcissists now commence their utterances with declarations of self + feelings.

Is there anything more important in the universe than one’s feelings after all?

Yes. One’s feelings about how many peopled liked a recent selfie that took hours to produce.

Forgive me Good Citizens, clearly this story needs an ending before we all lose more brain cells.

The drama climaxes with one nigga smacking another nigga before screaming “Keep my wife’s name outchya’ fucking mouth!” and no repercussions.

Actually, they gave him an award shortly after the ugly episode and allowed him to speak on how God was calling him to love people. Seriously.

After years of woke Twitter mocking the Oscars for being so white, did we finally get to see what #OscarsSoBlack looks like?

• cuckoldry

• tame jokes mistaken for Alopecia insults

• assaulting presenters

• no charges

• an award after committing assault

• no apology

• Claims: God calling him to show love to others

• standing ovations

• post-awards celebrations of….themselves

• aftermath where half of the slimy industry stood up for the assaulter and blamed the victim

The entire affair can best be summed up by the angry and confused assaulting man when he said of his pre-entanglement behavior around his wife, “I was an insecure little boy that wanted Jada to say I was ‘great’ and if she didn’t say I was ‘great’, the dragon came out.”

She went and had an affair, which she still refuses to call an affair and came back to a man who couldn’t please her or make her happy yet still wants her to think he is great.

The anger and resentment built up like a volcano and erupted on Chris Rock. If his wife wasn’t there to make that stupid face would he still have reacted with violence?

It started harmlessly with his laughter at a simple joke that his joyless insecure wife did not find amusing. He had to immediately overcompensate his behavior in his endless desire for wanting her to say he was great.

And out came the dragon for a bitch slap in front of a couple of billion people. (counting replays in the digital ether)

The End.

Now go take a long bath.

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