I love Danielle and knew she would be big from the moment I saw her. She is a great female creature, very intelligent and creative, exceptionally articulate, wild and uncontrollable but also canny and ultimately not really self-destructive. She speaks a hilarious and almost self-invented rap language with incredible conviction and commitment -- she talks at virtually all times the way she raps in this video. Her energies and volume are such that being around her for a very extended period of time would be a little trying, but I feel she would make a better Denny's dinner companion than the vast majority of human beings, female and male alike.
Those commenting on the state of the culture should realize that there has always existed a lower class culture -- in America and elsewhere -- which was wild, bawdy, rude, and free in many ways from the pieties of the well-controlled educated classes. What has changed is that with the advent of things like Youtube, as well as the increase in general intelligence and expressiveness of the lower classes, this culture has found a voice and a propulsive energy that it had lacked before.
The main difference between young Danielle and some untrammeled trailer cutie of decades ago is that Danielle has about 30 extra IQ points on her side and is exposed at all times to a bewildering variety of linguistic and textual content which her brain is able to process and integrate and use in its creations; and the great riches of the American life which the lower classes are as privileged as any of us to participate in have given her the ability to have these creations recorded and transmitted to a lower class audience of endless millions who feast on what life has to offer without the discriminations and timidities under whose yoke the educated classes feel obliged to labor.
Those lamenting this state of affairs should further realize that this lower class culture which they see as nothing but trash represents the great health and energy of America, indeed the very energy that has saved us. Donald Trump was born from the lower class energies of the '80s and '90s, the beautiful greasy pages of the New York Post and its Page Six tales of sex and scandal; and he feasted and grew on the expansion of these energies in the '00s, the explosion of reality TV that brought the glorious vulgarities of the Apprentice to tens of millions of American living rooms.
Indeed, many a hater of T on the Year Zero left has noted -- correctly enough -- that there is no Trump victory without the Kardashians, or WWE wrestling, or all these other supposed burlesques of American life, up to and including sweet young Danielle; but no educated Trump supporter -- the few that exist -- has ever dared to revel in the depths of this connection, or realized that in his victory the wildness and freedom of the lower class culture has thrown off the increasingly tiresome burden of educated class sanctimony and, in doing so, has freed America to be itself -- and to be great -- again.
Yet this is exactly what happened. Trump was elected by the votes of lower class America, all across our beautiful vast methlands and every single opiate-infested hamlet. The culture of our pious and timid educated classes and that of the proles have diverged so much that they now belong to almost different species; and as the educated classes subsist on the thin gruel of irony, understatement, and every kind of timidity, the lower classes have given themselves over to the great possibilities of pleasure and abandon that the world now has to offer. They have no fear of exaggeration, they are in love with every intensity and all things BIG, they consume giant bags of Doritos, a pornography of big asses, big tits, and big cocks, and new drugs of almost laughable destructive strength.
They have paid a price for this abandon and it is easy to see the price; but what is harder to see is the great health it ultimately represents, a hunger for life and a forward propulsion that has dared to elect the "vulgar showman" who has reinvigorated the only country that matters at the very moment when its spirit was about to flag. When you watch young Danielle prancing before the cameras and speaking her inspired and barely comprehensible rap patois, you are watching an emanation of that very American health; and you should look at that beautiful muggy Southern California sky and realize all that it means.
Those commenting on the state of the culture should realize that there has always existed a lower class culture -- in America and elsewhere -- which was wild, bawdy, rude, and free in many ways from the pieties of the well-controlled educated classes. What has changed is that with the advent of things like Youtube, as well as the increase in general intelligence and expressiveness of the lower classes, this culture has found a voice and a propulsive energy that it had lacked before.
The main difference between young Danielle and some untrammeled trailer cutie of decades ago is that Danielle has about 30 extra IQ points on her side and is exposed at all times to a bewildering variety of linguistic and textual content which her brain is able to process and integrate and use in its creations; and the great riches of the American life which the lower classes are as privileged as any of us to participate in have given her the ability to have these creations recorded and transmitted to a lower class audience of endless millions who feast on what life has to offer without the discriminations and timidities under whose yoke the educated classes feel obliged to labor.
Those lamenting this state of affairs should further realize that this lower class culture which they see as nothing but trash represents the great health and energy of America, indeed the very energy that has saved us. Donald Trump was born from the lower class energies of the '80s and '90s, the beautiful greasy pages of the New York Post and its Page Six tales of sex and scandal; and he feasted and grew on the expansion of these energies in the '00s, the explosion of reality TV that brought the glorious vulgarities of the Apprentice to tens of millions of American living rooms.
Indeed, many a hater of T on the Year Zero left has noted -- correctly enough -- that there is no Trump victory without the Kardashians, or WWE wrestling, or all these other supposed burlesques of American life, up to and including sweet young Danielle; but no educated Trump supporter -- the few that exist -- has ever dared to revel in the depths of this connection, or realized that in his victory the wildness and freedom of the lower class culture has thrown off the increasingly tiresome burden of educated class sanctimony and, in doing so, has freed America to be itself -- and to be great -- again.
Yet this is exactly what happened. Trump was elected by the votes of lower class America, all across our beautiful vast methlands and every single opiate-infested hamlet. The culture of our pious and timid educated classes and that of the proles have diverged so much that they now belong to almost different species; and as the educated classes subsist on the thin gruel of irony, understatement, and every kind of timidity, the lower classes have given themselves over to the great possibilities of pleasure and abandon that the world now has to offer. They have no fear of exaggeration, they are in love with every intensity and all things BIG, they consume giant bags of Doritos, a pornography of big asses, big tits, and big cocks, and new drugs of almost laughable destructive strength.
They have paid a price for this abandon and it is easy to see the price; but what is harder to see is the great health it ultimately represents, a hunger for life and a forward propulsion that has dared to elect the "vulgar showman" who has reinvigorated the only country that matters at the very moment when its spirit was about to flag. When you watch young Danielle prancing before the cameras and speaking her inspired and barely comprehensible rap patois, you are watching an emanation of that very American health; and you should look at that beautiful muggy Southern California sky and realize all that it means.
same old shit, sixes and sevens Shaft...