a reply to: Redlisted
REPLY, PART I
I don't speak English well enough to express to you just how thankful I am for your post!!! To say that I've been feeling very uneasy, shocked and
outright sick all day today after inadvertently running into "the new Dave Chappelle" today online (on Letterman’s show), is to say nothing at
The thing is that I haven't lived in the US for 6 years now (also left for the same feelings of disappointment, emptiness, stress and hopelessness
that Dave was probably feeling when he left for Africa many years ago). During the 10+ years that I had spent in the US in total, I had grown so sick
of the country’s system, its politics, its fakeness, and most importantly - the illuminati brainwashing, completely controlling and zombifying
people so skillfully and aptly that the latter remain completely clueless all their lives, that I had decided to leave forever, leaving all my
possessions and even abandoning my green card, and never ever have looked back or regretted it!
Anyways, it a whole different story, so I won't digress... So, while I was still in the country, esp. in the latest years, I was following Dave
Chappelle, his career, his life, his turmoils, his soul-searching, very closely. I was there when he disappeared, then turned up in Africa, then came
back, and my partner and I were real worried about his state of mind as we understood (from our own experiences) what he was going through. We watched
all his appearances after his return, read his interviews, and discussed everything very extensively and empathetically...
And just like you share in response to some comments below, one grows to know and love DC as a family member or dear friend in the process of watching
his shows and following his life. This, I am sure, is mostly owed to his amazing and unique fragility and realness of soul, his undoubtedly pure and
tender heart, his extreme sincerity and straight-forwardness, no-BS attitude, lack of any materialism or greed, lack of any vulgarity and dirtiness in
self-expression, lack of interest in riches and superficial things, etc... So, out of the very few and in between famous personalities in the American
show business, I could have bet my life (until today, arguably!) that he would be the one to NEVER succumb to the Illuminati's fake lure and promise
of money, fame, sex, comfort, carefree life in exchange for selling his soul, his true self, his conscience to the devil!!!
As I type this, I am still in deep shock and awe from what I saw in his appearance on Letterman, I cannot stop feeling betrayed, fooled, deceived, and
so stupid in being so idealistic. I am in deep disbelief and feel like it's a bad dream, hoping that I will awaken soon.
You will probably understand what I am going through because I gathered from your article that you had the exact same reaction. That is why I feel
like your article was like something that rang very close to home, something that I, too, felt like writing; pretty much every sentence describes how
I feel and what I would like to say! It was not him today, it simply WASN’T HIM in that interview! I absolutely refuse to believe it! Yes, the
general features resembled him (I even compared the teeth), but the person inside that body is anyone BUT our beloved and true DC. I am absolutely,
positively, 1000% sure of that!
As soon as he made his first step into the audience, I sat down in shock and said, "There's no way this is DC!" I started thinking that there must
have appeared another someone under the same name after I had stopped following the American media and social life. But then Letterman started asking
questions that were relevant to DC’s life, and I slowly started distinguishing the old familiar traits... Only each one separately though (eyes,
nose, teeth...), because altogether they still weren’t forming the whole picture - the good old, kind and kindred, ever so witty and lively,
smirking and smiling face of DC.
The body was wrong, the mannerisms were completely off (in fact, minimal gesturing at all, which is HIGHLY unusual for DC), his eyes are devoid of any
light and life (completely dead, like made of glass), and then the VOICE completely killed me off, at last!!! I said, "If this is Dave Chappelle, then
I must be Oprah!"
Nothing was making sense, I was in trance! Tons of crazy ideas started flashing through my head: like, maybe it was a joke being pulled off on the
show and shortly DC will throw off his fake body suit and mask and will become the good old Dave again: skinny, a little slouchy, with incredibly
smart eyes, quick and incredibly poignant wit, and childishly squeaky and unique, beloved voice!... But the miracle wasn't happening! And that
awful, lush, million-dollar suit, the two million dollar watch, the ring, his eyeglasses, his polished/pompous look and demeanor were making me
completely sick! I wanted back the good old, humble and down-to-earth, slender Dave in a simple cap, jeans and a t-shirt with a very casual jacket
Then I thought maybe he had been seriously sick all these years and had just come out of a coma, that's why he looked differently and was a little
‘out of it’ upstairs (A LOT out of it, actually)...
Then, more disappointing ideas had started crossing my mind; like, maybe he never managed to completely get over that breakdown and depression and,
perhaps started doing some hard drugs (at this point I of course knew that whatever happened that made him this way (not himself, completely out of
it), was of the Illuminati doing because ultimately he never agreed to give in to them (like 99% of celebrities do), so one way or another, they'd
figured out a way to get to him (either dead or brain-dead)...
Then I thought (to my greatest disappointment and sadness) that maybe he had just gotten tired and finally succumbed to the pressures. Decided to sell
out. SOLD OUT. Decided that this life is too short and there's not much one can do (one who wants to have a career in the American show business and
be able to use his talents) but to give in and play by the reigning elite's rules and pretend that he is content with everything and doesn't have a
conscience or scruples; that maybe he decided that since he'll never be allowed to be himself, he should start pretending and accept their rules so he
could at least ensure a comfortable life for his family…After all, he did talk of his family and three kids a lot, and I thought, ‘well, perhaps
when you start having little ones depend on you, you are ready to give up your life principles in order to be able to feed them, send them to college,
etc.? Maybe, he had decided that it’s better to be “Rich, Bi-a-tch!” than principled but poor and nameless?
But none of these theories really sat well with me, because I felt like I knew Dave like I know myself, and I felt ashamed of even thinking that he
could ever sell out. Yes, it was his body (physical features), but yet it WASN’T HIM! Wrong voice, wrong posture/mannerisms, wrong skin color even!
But most importantly – wrong mind and heart, of that I was entirely certain! I started saying, “they must have either partially lobotomized him,
or given him a brain implant, or hooked him on some bad drugs, like meth or crack!” I couldn’t think of any other explanation to such a disastrous
and obvious transformation in such a formerly strong, independent and undefeatable spirit!