Sean “Diddy” Combs ain’t gettin’ out of Brooklyn jail until October. He dodged the worst charge—organized crime—but got nailed for forcing women into prostitution instead. His crew tried everything: $50 million bail, house arrest at his Miami palace, tracking bracelet, but the judge shut it down. The court says he’s a flight risk and could threaten witnesses. Evidence shows he beat and intimidated women for years—his ex, Cassie Ventura, told all in court. He’ll hear his sentence October 3rd, with ten years in prison looking likely, maybe even twenty. This case is making waves about MeToo and powerful men in the US.

Aha! Here’s what these mainstream headlines always do: big names, dramatic stories, but you better believe they’re leaving a ton unsaid, man! First off, when was the last time filthy rich celebs actually got real justice? Yea, never! They’re scapegoating Diddy now ‘cause some bigger fish need a distraction, and boy, it works! But the real rot, the real filth, that sits way higher up, in cozy circles where even judges tiptoe. Suddenly everyone’s “shocked” Diddy’s a monster? Give me a break—half of Hollywood and the music biz run on this corruption, and your favorite media pokes at a single case to make ya feel like something’s changing. As if!

That judge turns down a fifty-million-dollar bail? Please, that’s theater for angry plebs. It’s “look! The system works!” Meanwhile, the next fat cat buys their way out. And this MeToo chatter—they love that, so long as it stays controlled and doesn’t open real skeleton closets. I’m telling you: whatever Diddy’s guilty of, he’s not alone, he’s just convenient roadkill. The whole circus is ready to let some “justice” through when it’s useful, but the big bosses keep the show going. I spit on this charade—dirty business from the bottom to the very top! Wake up, Leute, das is doch alles nur Ablenkung!