The Robopathic Popularity Contest 1: Willow Smith



The Robopathic's Goddess

Working through the sticky web of the internet we find that instead of raising the consciousness of humanity, social networking acts to destroy the mind. Rather than being used as a tool for the good of humanity, the internet is being used as a control device, in a similar manner in which TV was eventually utilised.
It is with this in mind that we look at the most popular people searched for on Google. Rather than looking up revolutionaries, scientists, geniuses and people who have aided humanity, the search results yield a highly depressing conclusion: only the most vacuous, soulless, creatures of celebrity are of interest to the mass of humanity.

Following on from the Theory of Positive Disintegration (TPD) by Kazimierz Dąbrowski, dear old Ludwig von Bertalanffy proposed the idea that a great proportion of humanity are in fact 'robopaths'. People who are negatively integrated into the society in which they live. People who just follow generic and pre-conceived notions of existence. 'I cry at funerals, and laugh at weddings, because that is what everyone does.'

So today's winner of the robopathic popularity contest is the hideously malformed, fame accident, Willow Smith. Inheriting the looks of her inane father Willard Christopher 'Will' Smith Jr, this poor experiment was born into the world on 31st October 2000, Halloween. Despite the love of ritual and ceremony of the ruling elite and their movie slime lords such as Smith, to believe that this little diabolical creature was deliberately induced into the world on the day of the dead is too much for some people. 'Pah, it's just a coincidence.' Of course...

Unfortunately, though this sacrificial offering to the Illuminati overlords has been happily received. In true time-honoured fashion, this golem-like creation has been inflicted upon the world and her fame has obliterated everyone else in the universe.

The thinly concealed sado-masochistic lyrics of her single: 'whip my hair' is a perfect hymn to the dark lords and the cannibal god Moloch. For a 10-year old girl to be singing lines like these is a masturbation fashion of the cold dead rulers of this sick and twisted world: 'I whip my hair back and forth / I whip my hair back and forth / Just whip it' over and over again and 'Hop out the bed, turn my swag on / pay no attention to them haters cause we whip 'em off / and we ain't doing nothin' wrong / so don't tell me nothing I'm just tryna have fun / so keep the party jumping..'

As the dirge plays on, the poor lost souls of the robopaths clap their trotters together and pray to their new found satanic goddess Willow Smith and give their brains to an anti-intelligence trust for un-safe keeping.

Here is the spell, the lines written by the Illuminati song-smiths telling you how they will use their latest puppet of mainstream music:

"I feel like I can take over the world
If only I can get my dreams out
Pull gold from my soul, diamonds from my heart
It's that new girl thinking and this song is just the start"

by The Dark Alma Mater