Who Is The Real 'Woman King' of Hollywood And Why Did She Kill Black Panther?
Another Disney Marvel Gender Swap Raises More Questions
“I’m a conspiracy theorist to a degree…When I see they put every black man in the movies in a dress at some point in their career, I connected the dots like ‘Wow this brother’s wearing a dress.’ They tried it with me. What is this? Is this ‘Brokeback Mountain’ in here? You gotta take a stand.” — Dave Chappelle
“Y’all make it to Hollywood, get invited to these parties and all that, don’t be curious, bro. Don’t be opening doors.” - Wu-Tang Clan’s Inspectah Deck (Jason Richard Hunter)
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Uncomfortable but not unreasonable question: Did Black Panther, the late great King T’Challa of Wakanda, die of AIDS?
That was one not-so-subtle unsettling, mysterious and never-solved subversive subtext that began percolating in the back of my wandering mind, as I suffered through nearly three hours of the interminably boring and offensive disaster that is Disney Marvel’s almost incomprehensibly bad and, frankly, racist, sexist and evil new Black Panther sequel Wakanda Forever.
Genuinely charismatic movie star Chadwick Boseman died two years ago after becoming a global superstar in Black Panther’s titular role, wasting away like Steve Jobs to a spindly shadow of his former self before dying of a “mysterious illness” later defined as cancer. To honor him, I guess, King T’Challa dies offscreen in the first ten minutes of the sequel.
That’s a bummer, but what’s super weird is that Black Panther doesn’t go out like a hero or badass boss, but instead wastes away from a “mysterious virus” that nobody wants to talk about. It’s such an unspeakable disease that T’Challa hid it from his nation, his family and his super-scientist sister, who it turns out probably could have cured him.
Why would he do that? Was he too proud? Too ashamed? Too toxic in his masculinity? Why would he have any of those reactions? He let down a lot of people! But maybe he thought he’d let down even more if they found out their King was on the down-low?
We never find out. But as the movie goes on (and on and on) we start to notice that there aren’t that many men in Wakanda anymore. Did the vast majority of them also die of some “mysterious virus”? It’s odd how the only significant male character in Wakanda is the warrior guy who’d previously isolated his mountain tribe away from civilization, like maybe he didn’t want to be part of whatever the hell was going on with the secret lives of a significant number of male Wakandans.
Anyway, lots of unanswered questions, but one thing that’s undeniable about our return trip to Wakanda in 2022 is that everything’s run by women. The Queen rules Wakanda now. The nation’s elite special forces team is all women. Their top espionage operative is a woman. By the movie’s end, the new Black Panther, too, is a woman — Wakanda’s “Woman King,” replacing King T’Challa.
Wakanda’s new Woman King Black Panther is about 5’5” and all of 109 pounds soaking wet, but she’s at least as formidable as her male predecessor, and the unspoken insinuation is that she’s even better. Woman King Black Panther is able to beat up and humiliate dudes three times her size, and proves especially good at humbling and metaphorically castrating (via “clipped wings”) the super-masculine Latino macho man who’s supposed to be the film’s villain but ends up being far more appealing and charming on screen than any of the multitude of interchangeable two-dimensional heroines and their rote dialog. Particularly two-dimensional and generic is the movie’s needless new female Iron Man, Ironheart, and if you’re getting a creepy creeping feeling that there’s a not-so-secret agenda happening here for Disney to genocide its male heroes, I’ve got a bunch of Disney Marvel “reimaginings” to pitch you!
The name of the new black IronWoman, incidentally, is Riri Williams, pronounced ReeRee. You might have noticed there’s lots of Reeee-ing among black female Disney replacement heroines, like the unbearably wooden Ree-va in Disney+’s wretched Obi-Wan Kenobi misfire (in hindsight, doesn’t it seem like Ree-va was intended to step into Star Wars’ strong badass woman antihero gap that occurred when Disney foolishly fired Gina Carano? But that’s a conjecture for another day). Not sure if ReeRee and Ree-va are meant as an inside joke or another pair of unintentionally oafish, obnoxious Disney self-owns. Maybe both.
Anyway, there’s so much wrong with this most recent awful Disney Marvel multiplex product, I don’t even know where to begin, so I won’t. I’m here to discuss something else, and Wakanda Forever is merely the catalyst that got me going. Because this deeply cynical and sinister sequel — it emasculates black men, it pushes a sexless masculinized matriarchy, it even turns Black Panther into a deadbeat dad (the post-credits sequence reveals T’Challa had a secret son, living far away, raised by women, he didn’t even get to go to his dad’s funeral, which was also apparently boycotted by The Avengers; were they ashamed of T’Challa and/or how he died for some reason?) — this rancid propaganda product reveals occult Hollywood’s Hidden Hand through the Rule of Three.
As I’ve written before, I’m a big proponent of James Bond villain Auric Goldfinger’s riff off the Rule of Three: When something happens once, it’s happenstance. When it happens twice, you can chalk it up to coincidence. But when it happens three times, you need to take action.
Particularly, for my purposes, when it’s a corporate media trend. When you see something nobody’s ever talked about or considered before suddenly becoming a societal meme, something’s up. Something’s being seeded. Somebody’s got an agenda. And that agenda usually sucks. It’s enemy action.
Which is why it’s right on time to try to figure out Hollywood’s weird narrative push for an oxymoronic black “Woman King.” We’ve had three of ‘em in the less than five months, and it sure doesn’t feel benevolent:
Disney Marvel’s ghastly, hero-mocking, Thor-hating Thor: Love & Thunder, which came out in June and featured “King Valkerie,” a bisexual goddess who supplants Thor as King of Asgard (as well as a female Thor, played by teeny-weeny Natalie Portman).
September’s actual Woman King movie, starring Viola Davis in a pretty good if heavily fictionalized action flick fantasy about the West African slave trading tribe Dahomey (da homie?) and their band of women warriors.
The afore-noted brand new neverendingly dull Disney Marvel dirge about dead Black Panther, in which King T’Challa breaks the hearts and wounds the souls of a generation of young black children (boys especially) by dying impotently offscreen before getting replaced as both king and superhero by his sister.
Three “Women King” movies in five months! All of them black women! Two of them Disney Marvel women! What does it meeeeeeeean? Reeeeeeeee!!!
Well, for one thing, one major thing, there’s no way this is a coincidence. If you’re a scoffer, a mocker, a co-incidence theorist who believes this triumvirate of gender-inverted royal titles “just happened” to be integrated into three big-budget multiplex movies at the same time gender identity issues and transsexual propaganda campaigns have been blown into far bigger national controversies than a judge sealing Jeffrey Epstein’s client list or a government/Big Pharma medical genocide effort, well, you might as well exit now because this speculative column’s only going to get weirder in relation to your blinkered worldview.
Okay? Ready? All the NPCs and midwits gone? Here goes:
Hollywood’s trio of Women Kings leaves me torn between two possible occult interpretations. This is either Predictive Programming or a Revelation of the Method. Or, I suppose, it could be both.
In other words, this trinity of movie magic Women Kings (like Shakespeare and Macbeth’s Three Witches?) is either an attempt to manifest something into reality — a PoC woman president, maybe, or perhaps the most powerful figure in Hollywood’s occult hierarchy — or a sly message that we’ve already got one and are working on the other.
That’s my guess: Hollywood already has a black “Woman King” after the successful #MeToo coup against its last secret society sovereign, King of Hollywood (and "god”) Harvey Weinstein. The next step is to manifest a black “Woman King” president. In a spiritual war, like in any war, you try to acquire key footholds before making a play for the King. The current cinematic spell-casting is both tribute to the “Woman King” of Hollywood and a conjuring for a “Woman King” atop the fractured remains of the country.
So who might Hollywood’s “Woman King” be? Certainly the over-riding narratives that rule most popular “entertainment,” getting force-fed like a fat goose before foie gras slaughter, contain a few easily noticed and repetitious themes in media that demonstrably prove ideological and political messaging are being prioritized over turning a profit. It additionally provides a generic snapshot of the worldview of the current “Woman King,” be she in L.A. or D.C.:
1- Hates and wants to erase white people
2- Hates strong straight men of any race
3- Hates fathers (“The Patriarchy”!)
4- Hates children and considers abortion, even after birth, sacrosanct
5- Wants to cram a “not so secret gay agenda” into everything
6- Seeks to normalize Transgenderism
7- Holds a globalist, not America-centric, worldview
8- Loathes and resents their audience
Taking all those positions into account, it’s not unreasonable to theorize the most likely suspect is a probably closeted black lesbian or bisexual who was abandoned by her dad, got sexually abused as a child, carries a chip on her shoulder about white people and America, is childless, has a wimpy beard for a pretend fake boyfriend, and who probably operated in or near Harvey Weinstein’s circle, because you’ve got to get close to the King in order to kill the King. She likely pals around with other power-crazed and corrupt so-called maniac micromanaging Masters of the Universe like Bill Gates, Michael Bloomberg, Ted Turner, Warren Buffett, the Rockefellers, etc.
In other words: Oprah. Mrs. Which (witch?) herself! Revelation of the Method, via Disney yet again?
It’s really just a wild guess, of course, I’ll freely admit it, nobody’s saying anything concrete (or liable!) but Oprah’s got the billionaire money and the clout, and she’s been a huge influencer and pied-piper for getting lemming-like white women to hate everybody, including and perhaps especially themselves. Pre-covid, she was at the forefront of mainstreaming the “anti-white privilege” movement, and devoted a couple obnoxious segments to it on her failed Apple+ show. It’s also worth noting that her character “Sethe,” butchered her own newborn onscreen as an act of “love” in a major Hollywood movie, Beloved, the insufferably turgid 1998 adaptation of Toni Morrison’s vastly over-rated novel.
[MOVIE PREMIERE ASIDE: As an example of how terrible and inept Oscar-winner Jonathan Demme’s adaption of Beloved was, we’ll flash back 24 years to the Atlanta premiere of the film, when I was film critic (not a movie reviewer). I thought Beloved was bad, but more than that, I thought it was incompetent: Narratively jumbled, Beloved jumped forward and backwards in time but only in one key extended segment that gave away too much too early before jumping so crucially backwards. It was clumsy, so clumsy that I approached one of the PR chicks for the studio afterwards and said, “Was there a reel out of order? I really felt like things jumped forward and back in time awkwardly.” The PR chick harrumphed and condescendingly told me no, absolutely not. I asked a couple other reviewers/critics who were there, but nobody else thought so, they just figured the narrative was doing some kind of Tarantino trickery with chronology. But there was too much that didn’t make sense; I still stubbornly thought everybody was wrong but me, and, lo and behold, the next morning I got a humbled call from the PR chick, who apologized. I was right, two of the movie reels got inverted. I was the lone film critic who caught it, which only helped feed my already over-baked egomania that I was smarter than anybody else. THUS: How lousy does your movie have to be if two reels can be inverted and most of the audience can’t even tell? Pretty lousy, Oprah. Pretty lousy. Unsurprisingly, Beloved bombed and gets very little streaming or rental engagement to this day. Do black people want to see movies about slavery? Or only liberal white people?]
The other noteworthy thing about Oprah the Woman King that jumps out to me is how she’s stopped attending the annual Sun Valley Media Mogul meetup that takes place every June, where the top corporate media executives convene to go over their marching orders of new commands that were presumably strategized and laid out at the World Economic Forum and Bilderberg meetings a month or two earlier.
Not showing up for the biggest meeting of media moguls is exactly the kind of power move a “Woman King” would make; she’s so powerful she sends her BFF girl friend — Gayle King, ahem — in her stead.
But maybe I’m wrong. Like I said, wild guess. I’m open-minded about who else anybody thinks it might be. Just don’t try to convince me Oprah and “All the World’s a Stage” aptronym Steadman Graham are any kind of legit romantic couple. That’s about as likely as it being light-loafered lavender Lindsey Graham.
As for the predictive programming spell-casting to put a Woman King in the White House, the easy guess for that roleplay is Veep Kneepads, slotted to step in to the Oral Office some time after the current brain-damaged bumbler is finally shuffled off-stage, probably soon after he hits the two-year mark, leaving whoever replaces him the legal standing to serve out Xiden’s term and then steal two more elections, all the way through to the UN, W.E.F. and Gates Foundation’s much-cited 2030 target year for total and complete global domination. I mean — you can’t possibly expect a non-globalist to win another presidential election, do you? We’re toast.
So maybe it’ll be cacklin’ Kamala as Woman King, but I’m thinking to maximize demoralization and national insult, it’ll be even worse than that and even more blatant a mockery. I’m going to go with Woman King Michelle Obama, Big Miche herself, who, like the African Woman King, was “cast,” like a spell, by Viola Davis in the Showtime miniseries The First Lady (where her husband was effetely portrayed by O-T Fagbenle…another aptronym?).
Stealing the 2024 presidential election for Michelle Obama will be a breeze for the occupying regime; it’s clear they can do whatever they want at this point, we’re a broken people and the corporate media machine is insurmountable. Inserting Woman King Michelle Obama will bring Newsweek’s First Gay President and current shadow president Barack Hussein Obama ever closer to the spotlight he so narcissistically covets, as well as providing a far closer approximation of a “Woman King” than even the trio of movies push.
Now….I’m not saying Michelle Obama is a transgender woman who used to be a dude. Nope, nope, nope. But what I am saying is that there is certainly a narrative that’s been seeded for the Conspiracy Theorist types to think that Michelle Obama used to be a dude.
Hey, don’t blame me for that! It’s not any kind of laughing matter! Even joking about such things got poor Joan Rivers killed in a month! And it infects mind-worm Zapruder film-level obsessions about dance routines on Ellen Degenerate’s show! And crazy rabbit hole digs into scars on the arm of 44’s old best pal Michael Robinson (who nobody can find hide nor hair of nowadays)! And what some have described as her “linebacker shoulders!”
Now, look, let me be clear: I don’t believe any of that stuff. I don’t think Michelle Obama is transgender, and I’m not only saying that because I don’t want to get killed. What I am saying is that the narrative has been seeded among the Conspiracy Crew that Michelle Obama is transgender, and just because she was the one who ignited the whole children’s library Drag Queen story hour craze in October 2017 at the Michelle Obama Neighborhood Library in North Long Beach, California, with a horned demonic white-faced…wait. What was I saying?
Oh yeah. Michelle Obama is definitely not transgender. The whole thing’s a psyop, to mess with the minds of the Conspiracy Crew, and poor Joan Rivers was just coincidental collateral damage. Even in Law of Inversion world, even using the dark occultists’ own black magick strategy against them, I would never float such a crazy, wacky, nutty idea. Nope, nope, nope.
But what I would say is that there are enough nuts who do believe it, and to slip Michelle Obama into the White House as the nation’s Woman King would be a delicious mockery of all the Conspiracy Theorists. There could be no bigger joke, even bigger than foisting a self-obsessed reality TV game show host or badly addled dementia victim or soulless husk of ambition who blew her way to the top, at the top.
Remember, just like Tim Dillon predicted on the Joe Rogan show and I reluctantly agree with, America’s a zombie nation now, conquered and the walking dead, and the best you’re gonna get is the opportunity to die laughing as our once-great nation finally collapses in the most absurd and hilarious way possible. And what’s funnier than Drag Queen Story Hour originator and trans-evangelist Michelle Obama as totalitarian Woman King? Maybe Oprah? Either way, R.I.P. Chadwick Boseman and Black Panther, no matter how they went out.
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