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Rapper Possessed by Spirit of Rival MC: Part 1

Here's a fascinating case related to me by a French correspondent. Only the names of the rappers have been changed to protect their families from potentially violent reprisal.

"No justice! No peace!"

Rapper "Ze-Ze's" battle cry was etched on the urn into which his ashes were poured. The aspiring rapper from the tough port city of Marseilles, France had been obsessed with America hip-hop ever since Public Enemy had burst onto the scene. The political rappers had inspired Ze-Ze with their call for self-respect and knowledge. But Ze-Ze's attempt to emulate his childhood heroes only resulted in years of failure and frustration due to the rise, in France as well as the States, of degrading and conscious-less gangsta rap.

Gangsta rap's filthy rhymes infuriated Ze-Ze, who believed they "brought down the level" of the entire community that embraced their rebellious yet superficial message. And his anger had gotten down to the personal level with "P.D.Q." a local rapper whose American role models made news more for their violence that their music.

"Politics is for punks," P.D.Q. would rage in his deep baritone during heated arguments with Ze-Ze, "If a song don't put money in my hand it ain't real and either are m***********s like you."

Some may say Ze-Ze's mind unraveled along with his career, but soon his high-pitched voice was heard at every club P.D.Q. played, attempting to drown out his rival's evil rhymes with uplifting couplets of his own.

"That crazy m***********'s gotta go. He's comin' between me and my money and that don't do at all," P.D.Q.'s allegedly said according to a member of his posse. Soon afterwards, Marseille authorities report, Ze-Ze vanished from the French rap scene, his helium-enhanced raps never to be heard again...until P.D.Q.'s final show...

To be continued...

More Knowledge Should be Made Inaccessible

Dear Doc:

I agree that there should be a growing body of knowledge that is inaccessible to internet search engines. Life is a mystery and when too much is known, it all falls apart. For example, do you really want to know everything about that girl you'd like to date? Or would you prefer to let human chemistry work its magic? Which is a better indicator of outcome? Love and other emotional states are not quantifiable and, for better or worse, are more trustworthy than knowledge.
Phillip

"A Young Mokele Mbembe Has Been Found!"

"A young Mokele Mbembe has been found!"

Weeks ago, word spread like wildfire through the rag-tag cryptozoology community that roams the Democratic Republic of the Congo in search of the prehistoric swamp creature. Believed by many to be a living sauropod dinosaur, the mysterious behemoth has been sought by adventurers for nearly as long as the Loch Ness Monster.

Measuring up to 25-feet long, with a 5-feet long neck and draping tail, an adult Mokele Mbembe is said to have reddish-brown skin and a shy disposition, one reason why a living specimen has never been captured.

The monster inhabits one of the most hostile environments known to man. To simply set foot in the fetid, disease-ridden Likoula Swamp is to risk one's life from strange maladies that make the Ebola virus seem like the sniffles. Among humans, only the legendary pygmy has been able to reside successfully in the swamps on a permanent basis. And even the hardy pygmy has a lifespan of a mere 35 years.

According to two reliable sources, the fresh Mokele Mbembe report set off a stampede among those men and women who have suffered serious illness and financial near-ruin in their quest to capture the dinosaur-like creature.

But once again their efforts were in vain. Because the team of three Chinese cryptozoologists that first arrived at the unnamed pygmy village on the shores of Lake Tele did not find a youthful Mokele Mbembe. Elders in the village, which had been experiencing famine-like conditions, acknowledged they had snared a 10-foot long monstrosity. But they had then slaughtered it and devoured the succulent chicken-like meat in a celebratory all night feast and sexual orgy involving dozens of writhing participants no more than 4' 8" tall. Even the bones had been crushed and mixed with an estimated two gallons of menstrual blood to create a paste aimed at increasing the potency of the male hunters who had saved the lives of so many starving young children.

Has science been cheated of its first great 21st century discovery? Or is it better to have innocent children survive by eating the nutritious flesh of a rarity that "civilized" man only desires to probe, examine and measure?

Food for for the mind? Or the body? What choice would you make?
E-mail: askdocparanormal@gmail.com.

Crop Circles = Alien Biofuel?

Dear Doc:

The heated discussion on the "shadow internet" about hybrid-powered UFOs has led me to wonder if crop circles are evidence of aliens harvesting corn, etc. to transform into biofuel. If their craft are augmented by gas engines, why not biofuel-powered diesels?
Shade Tree Mechanic

Dear Shade Tree Mechanic:

As previously indicated, I'm not fully sold on the possibility of hybrid spacecraft. That said, you raise a provocative thought.

Re: Hybrid Spacecraft

Dear Doc:

I think it is entirely likely that alien visitors employ hybrid spacecraft. It's no surprise that the advanced science that they represent arrived at the concept of hybrid vehicles before we did. Different conditions may require different power sources--the solution to which is adaptable spacecraft. Brilliant!
Emily in New Mexico

To Jim Re: Post Google Internet

The "post-Google" internet was created by individuals fearful that the democratization of information had gone far enough. Search engines were enabling too many people to access to too much. While the technology is far beyond me, the system essentially piggybacks on the conventional 'net yet is invisible to those not allowed to participate. Which is virtually all of us.
D.P.

Are UFOs Stealing Our Oil?

Dear Doc Paranormal:

I recently heard a wild rumor that UFOs are stealing our oil. Know anything about this?
Gas Man

Dear Gas Man:

Many scapegoats have been suggested for the sudden rise in the cost of oil, from financial speculation to money-grubbing Middle East dictators. But some voices in the conspiracy community are beginning to suggest another cause: hybrid-powered UFO spacecraft. The theory is that the new breed of spacecraft have been "docking" near oil drilling sites at isolated locations under the darkness of night. The craft then refuel themselves with huge gulps of raw oil that is refined on board by advanced technology.

This "self-refining capacity" allows the UFOs to continue their Earthly travels--at an annual cost of millions of barrels of oil (The spacecraft are powered by other proprietary means in space).

BTW: If you don't buy into this theory, you're not alone. I'm just reporting...
Doc Paranormal

Alt News

Thanks to the great folks at Alt News for adding Ask Doc Paranormal to their watch list of unique blogs and web sites.
D.P.

Reader Story: Dog Plays With the Dead

Hi Doc:

We recently had a friend commit suicide, which was a terrible loss to us. Before his death, "Bill" used to come over and play tug-of-war with our doberman Dusty. Bill seemed happy and it always seemed like the best part of Dusty's day.

The evening before we discovered Bill had killed himself, I was awakened by a lot of noise in the living room. I found Dusty tussling and growling as if someone was there and she was playing with them. This went on nearly all night.

She spent the next morning on the porch howling at the spot where Bill used to park his car. Aroung noon we received word that Bill had killed himself. Dusty stopped howling and didn't eat for two days.

That night, I once again woke up to strangely familiar sounds in the living room. Again, it was Dusty playing tug-of-war with some unseen entity.

The next day I found that the time of Bill's death was between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m. Later, at precisely 1:16 a.m. Dusty started her game of tug-of-war.

It has been six months since Bill died and you can set your watch by the sound of Dusty playing her nightly game. Now my wife and I just say, "Oh, Bill's here," and fall back asleep. Dusty is passed out on the couch when we get up in the morning. She sleeps all day, waiting for her pal to return.

I promise I am as sane as you.
Jim W.