Never underestimate the power of fluff…

It’s funny what I can’t help but notice these days…   Like when the jubilent jazz/swing music starts up at the beginning of the sitcom “30 Rock”, instead of settling in for 22 minutes of SNL-spinoff comedy, I find myself unable to ignore the fact that what is flashing across the screen is really such an insanely ironic spectacle indeed.  The title credits are a bouncy blur of snapshots set against scenes of the beloved 30 Rockefeller Plaza, where relief-sculptures and fresco paintings with mythical themes and art-deco style are superimposed with clips of the hilarious cast…  Sadly, one cannot get too far down the trail of investigating all the wheels and cogs of the globalist machine before reaching the inescapable conclusion that the Rockefeller family has been one of the prime pistons of the broader NWO engine.  While some might limit the hyper-capitalist activities of families like the Rockefellers to being merely another example of bankster greed, those who look deeper eventually begin to realize that there is a disturbing undercurrent of occultism flowing underneath, propelling things along, providing the philosophical basis for long term goals which far exceed the comparatively small-minded desire to simply acquire more money, or more power…

The thing is, once you recognize that occult underbelly, it becomes quite easy to see that the iconic GE building is in fact strewn with all kinds of Luciferian symbolism, a veritable modern-day temple erected to pay homage to the false god of human potential and the deluded dream of a globalist utopia.   It is indeed a “sinister site“.  But is that what comes to mind when millions of average people think of the Manhattan skyscraper known affectionately as “30 Rock”?  Does that name make people shudder to themselves, conjuring sobering thoughts about an inner circle that is so wealthy, so connected, and so driven by an ancient quest to achieve godhood that they have far more control over the affairs of this world than any elected official?  Well, not if the name “30 Rock” instead bears instant association with the playful, fast-paced, self-deprecating humor which fills the location-named show from beginning to end.  And what a contrast it is…  How much further could you get from the storyline of wicked societal manipulation by a cabal of power-elites, than a show that is basically about a bunch of “professionals” who all constantly exhibit their own unique brand of extreme childishness? 

There is really nothing remotely “sinister” in the world of T.V.’s “30 Rock”.  Tina Fey’s down-to-earth Liz Lemon character sets the tone for the whole show, providing the viewer with a touch-point of relatability, a spunky, all-American lens through which we experience the unpredictable antics of the cast and crew of the TGS…  Tracy and Jenna constantly compete to see who can be more self-obsessed and out of touch with reality.  Kenneth’s smiling, southern ignorance about the “real world” provides endless comedic opportunity.  Frank is just a world-champion man-child.  And then of course there is Jack Donaghy, played by Alec Baldwin, who at first glance might be thought to be nothing more than a fairly unflattering representation of the stereotypical Republican-voting, uber-capitalist executive, but in fact is a rather complex and disarming caricature of the “elite”, i.e. a man-child in an expensive suit and a slick hair-cut. 

When I first saw this show, I remember thinking how odd it is that the company GE, which owns NBC, which produces “30 Rock”, would allow itself to be portrayed on the show, as GE, which owns NBC, producing the fictitious show “TGS”, with a figurehead who basically personifies a full-out satirical assault on corporate America and executive culture…  Why would a company as prestigious as GE allow itself to be parodied in such a way?  Then I finally came to realize, that’s really the genius of it.  The subtle yet incredibly persuasive effect of rampant self-mockery.  Not only does Jack Donaghy exude the epitomy of narcissism and ruthless corporate politics, but his character is even used to spoof things like membership in Ivy-League secret societies (Jack is supposedly a member of the “Twig and Berries” secret society…)  Alec Baldwin plays the part so well, his comedic timing spot on, his witty remarks delivered with such dry, stone-faced precision, that he succeeds in turning the would-be ‘villain’ into someone the audience can’t help but love.  The ultimate corporate clown…

 Of course, “30 Rock” is certainly not the only place we find such serious topics being treated with copious amounts of irreverance and spoofery. Conspiracy-related issues are common fodder for ridicule in the entertainment industry, and once you start to notice, it’s almost impossible to ignore. I admit I find myself somewhat in awe of just how much can be achieved in the way of cognitive suggestion through the simple use of some clever jokes. It would be next to impossible to simply deny the existence of things like secret societies or massively powerful banking families. But if instead you simply laugh it off as something so ridiculous it must be impossible? It’s amazing how easy it is to get people to start laughing right along with you. Much like Bill Clinton, when someone in the crowd asked him about Bohemian Grove, he simply chuckled and said, “Bohemian Grove? That’s where all those rich Republicans go and stand naked against those redwood trees, right?”, and the crowd yucks it up…

But all in all, the simple fact that the show “30 Rock” takes this very significant piece of illuminati architecture and makes it the stage for a hit comedy show, is really quite a masterful work of pop-culture subterfuge.  The name and setting of the show alone is propaganda, dispelling the idea that the offices and studios inside the famous tower could possibly house anything “nefarious”, beyond the routine ambition for fame, money, sex, or whatever other form of basic self-indulgence found anywhere else… 

If it were only true that the world was being run amuck by nothing more than disgustingly overpaid, but otherwise harmless, buffoons, with houses in the Hamptons, trophy wives, and emotionally-crippling Mommy issues…   If only 30 Rockefeller Plaza was just another shiny monument to good ol’ American capitalism.  If only that shiny gold statue of Prometheus wasn’t in reality a Luciferian idol, a depiction of how Satan sees himself as the savior of mankind, the bringer of “enlightenment” to the masses…   If only…


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