Ok, so everyone has already heard the story of the life, career, ‘beating’, comeback, and falling off of Rihanna, so I won’t even go there, but instead give you an illustrated journey through the last few years of her life. You know what they say, a picture is worth a thousand words!
Here she is , fresh faced…or at least we can tell she’s still confident in herself as ‘herself’ because she should have been a Proactive spokeswomen with all that jazz going on under all that makeup. Anyway, that’s beside the point. The point is, she looked happy. But, lets watch and see when things started to change.
Here, we have an already beautiful young woman at the Kid’s Choice Awards with SIDEBOOB?! Why on Earth was she wearing this to a children’s television channel awards show. What kind of role model is this? But this also happens to be the same year she met…
How unfortunate. But, this isn’t about that…as always, it’s about Rihanna.
Fast fowarding past all the drama…
Oops, sorry, that wasn’t suppose to be there ;o)
Anyway, back to what I was talking about.
After the ‘incident’ you’ll notice an extreme change in her whole persona. She also had a nose job, but again, this is the Industry we’re talking about about.
It seems like her handlers, managers, trainers, and whomever else is running her life all got together and decided since they had successfully showed the world what can happen when you say ‘no’ to their advances (#teambreezy), let’s show the people every part of her body to seal the deal of humiliation and total domination of her soul (literally).
Little…
By little…
By little…
Oh, and what’s with all the straight jacket looking outfits?
Guess her ‘trainers’ have her thinking the mind control process is fun now.
Anyway, with the above simulation of shock therapy,
Dang it, that’s not the right one…
What the, this isn’t it either…oh wait, that’s right, I have to go into my Myths and Fantacy Creatures folder. One moment please…
So, yeah, throw in some public humiliation…
A dash of Beta ‘Sex Kitten’ programming,
And after this has all been topped off with a drop of MK Ultra….
And constant motivation, coaching, and management of your trusty Handler…
You have successfully created a lifeless, listless, depressed slave of the machine that goes by the name of Entertainment.
It’s not that I don’t like Rihanna, I just plain feel sorry for her. Other than being pretty, she doesn’t have any real talent, and has been fed to the wolves because of it. Even in this last picture, which is what prompted me to write this article, her eyes are dead. No life. No soul. It’s actually really sad.
But, hey…THAT’S JUST MY OPINION