On the Confluence of Modern American Politics and Pro Wrestling

Topic: Perspective

The date is February 7, 1987. 

America is experiencing a renaissance of sorts after having survived the melancholic tenure of Jimmy Carter, a nice man who made for a weak president incapable of reversing what was becoming a sudden and unexpected decline on the global stage.  Reaganomics has rejuvenated an American economy that had been headed for the pits, and the Soviet Union is waning in influence across the globe, sitting just a few short years from the total collapse it would undergo under Reagan’s successor.

New wave music is thriving, the Chicago Bears are dancing, and suburban neighborhoods and their accompanying bypasses are popping up in newly prospering areas that had previously been too austere, or perhaps too hot, to inhabit in the days before air conditioning was affordable to the average family.

With so much prosperity at hand, new pastimes are popping up everywhere.  Vincent K. McMahon has taken his father’s enterprise, once called the Worldwide Wrestling Federation (WWWF), and mastered it in short order by buying out all the smaller, competing wrestling territories, and integrating their stars into his bustling idea.  Names like Bret “Hitman” Hart, “Macho Man” Randy Savage, Jake “The Snake” Roberts, “Million Dollar Man” Ted DiBiase, and The Ultimate Warrior had come from territories like these and work perfectly with his cast of homegrown stars.  The first Wrestlemania took place in 1985, just two years ago, and fans are anxious to find out how the card for Wrestlemania III, which they’ve been told is only available on pay-per-view or, better yet, live and in person on Sunday, March 29, at the Pontiac Silverdome in Pontiac, Michigan.

Hosting his famous “Piper’s Pit” segment on today’s episode of Superstars, “Rowdy” Roddy Piper and future Minnesota governor Jesse “The Body” Ventura warm up the crowd before bringing out the federation’s champion and cultural icon, Hulk Hogan.  Hogan is just 33 years old, at his peak, standing a generously advertised 6 feet, 7 inches and weighing 303 pounds, sporting a golden tan and hailing from Venice Beach, California.  He has been McMahon’s champion for three years since defeating the loathed Iranian heel(wrestling slang for “bad guy”) The Iron Sheik for the belt.  Hogan has stared down challenge after challenge, scheme after scheme, to strip him of his title.

Little does Hogan know, Ventura is setting him up.  André Roussimoff, known the world over by his ring name, André the Giant, waits behind the stage with his manager, Bobby “The Brain” Heenan.”  Ventura introduces him to another roaring ovation, boasting about a scripted “15-year” undefeated streak.  The crowd doesn’t know it yet, but Wrestlemania’s main event is in the works.  They don’t know it, because they’ve been accustomed to both superstars aligning as babyfaces, wrestling slang for “good guys.”  It is the babyfaces who take on the heels and ultimately prevail, even if there are short term setbacks in the way of ultimate victory.

This giant is a bear of a man; while he, like Hogan, isn’t as prodigious as advertised, by all accounts, André pushes 7 feet in height, and checks in at an enormous weight certainly approaching the advertised 500 pounds.  His strength is legendary, and he is known for his incredible ability to consume food and alcohol, and produce epic bodily functions.  The giant who shows up on stage at Piper’s Pit is an angry giant, no longer content to be adored by the crowd, but suddenly jealous of Hogan’s successes.  André clearly feels slighted by having never worn the championship gold.  Within minutes, André turns against Hogan, challenges him for the championship at Wrestlemania, and when Hogan is in stunned disbelief, the giant rips off his newfound adversary’s shirt and the iconic cross from around his neck.

In four minutes, Wrestlemania is set, on its way to national headlines and a record attendance of over 93,000 for an indoor sporting event.  Hogan, in an iconic moment in its own right, bodyslammed André, who struggled through intense back pain to put on an all-time classic in which he put over the champion, Hogan, in his biggest victory yet.

Fast Forward

Hulkamania prevailed once more and lived to fight another day.  Hogan would be robbed of the title in 1988, in a strange sequence of events involving an imposter referee and the mega-millions influence of Ted DiBiase, and would regain the coveted title from Randy Savage at Wrestlemania V, which featured a tagline of The Mega Powers Explode.  Hogan would remain the top guy for the next four years, with a brief interlude for The Ultimate Warrior, before moving on to industry rival World Championship Wrestling, operated by Ted Turner.

You may wonder why I’m geeking out over childhood memories on a journal known for analysis of current events, politics, and elections.  Well, I’m here to tell you, that pro wrestling imitates life more often than you may realize.  Yesterday, popular X user “Wyatt” posted the following, which my friend Kaity, better known as “Defender of the Republic” excitedly sent over to me:

I told her that I had a similar insight last week, and sent her the post, which she subsequently shared:

The post reads:
I firmly believe being a fan of 1980s-90s era pro wrestling gives a man a greater insight and understanding of today’s political world.

Two parties who claim to oppose one another, say and do certain things with various protections built in to prevent complete destruction, who are actually working together to put on a show.

Lemme tell ya somethin’ brother.

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That last line is in honor of Hogan’s famous tagline.  The first two lines are my original thoughts on the current political picture not only here in America, but throughout the West.  I used to laugh 15 years ago when people around me would say both parties are the same.  I was in my twenties and thought I had special insight because I was that conservative, and believed in the big, bad, blue Democrat boogeyman more than I was willing to admit.

The concept, as you likely know by now, is called the uniparty.  A nation’s uniparty may consist of several declared parties, as we may find in a nation operating a parliamentary system like the Netherlands or United Kingdom.  The United States has more than just two political parties, but anything falling outside the scope of Democrat or Republican is typically not welcome at the big kids’ table unless they are needed to play spoiler in some way.  The Democrats and Republicans are the American uniparty, which gives the appearance of two pissed off factions who do constant battle to seemingly protect their voting base from the harmful impacts of the other, but bond together to advance a global agenda.

How often do we see today’s political “leaders” acting as if they are on the verge of something big, only for it to be a false alarm?  You’re watching it right now with Kevin McCarthy sizing up Joe Biden for an impeachment inquiry, which will likely lead to nothing of significance that benefits American citizens; however, it will provide political theater and distraction for the undiscerning masses who are still blind, deaf, and dumb to the heist of the American experiment – from our elections, to our national sovereignty regarding immigration and trade, and to our very foundational belief that freedoms come from God, and not government, and are not up for debate.

Most patriots remember big-talking Trey Gowdy, who got his talking head TV job once people caught on to his big mouth being nothing but all talk, no action.  Today’s grassroots Republican Party is still full of “shock jocks,” who go for the edgy sound bite or cutting social media post, but all too often fail to get the job done.  While some may enter the halls of Congress with good intentions, with enough time, they fall in line and in with the kayfabe.

Kayfabe (kā fāb) – (in professional wrestling) the fact or convention of presenting staged performances as genuine or authentic.

Our wrestling heroes of old, if they were true to character and over (popular) with the fans, usually practiced kayfabe in public.  If they were in the middle of a feud on TV and in the ring, stars like Shawn Michaels and The Undertaker would refuse to be seen out in bars together; in most, but not all cases, these wrestlers were friends.

Hulk Hogan has recounted his friendship with André the Giant on numerous occasions, and with fond detail. Here is how strained their relationship was on the afternoon of Wrestlemania III, in Hogan’s words:

On the day of Wrestlemania III, I sat in the dressing room with André the whole time.  I never really did usually because he drank so much.  But for this match, he said, ‘you sit here!’  So I sat next to him.  For eight or nine hours, because we had to be there so early in the day.  He drank two quarts of Crown Royal – which was nothing for him – but he wanted me to drink with him.  The stuff makes me sick, even to smell it, but I didn’t want to do anything to get him hot.  I figured if I had to sit there and drink with him, I’d do the best I could.  So, I cheated.  Whenever he wasn’t looking, I got rid of it!

Although wrestling aficionados would count Ricky Steamboat’s win over Randy Savage as the best technical wrestling match of the event, and one of the greatest ever to this very day, Hogan’s legendary battle against André exceeded expectations and lives on in wrestling lore.  The two friends colluded in private to put on the public show.

Test the uniparty (federally or at state levels) on taxes, court confirmations, and limits to abortion, and you may find spirited debate, hurt feelings, and what appear to be occasional victories on the side of freedom; however, test your luck and try the uniparty on strictly enforcing borders, scuttling trade agreements that lift up other countries and disadvantage our own, opposing fraudulent election outcomes, or refusing to commit troops to unwinnable and deadly foreign conflicts, and you will see how they band together to keep the gears of globalism grinding against all Americans, even those too asleep to see it.

Author’s note: Melania Trump is not part of the uniparty

Modern Americans have been deceived, and it takes a mind that understands professional wrestling, from the theatrics and drama, to the skill, and the art of it all, to really see how much of a ruse has been pulled on the entire Western world.  A few thousand scumbags have colluded in private to deceive the people in public into believing that what they are seeing, though it looks too grandiose to find authentic, is real. 

Like wrestling feuds, political feuds are narrated by the media, and their biennial pay-per-views, which we know as elections, are supported by outright lies designed to either influence the electorate or sway their votes to certain uniparty-approved candidates.  The wrestlers who pissed off Vince McMahon found a one-way ticket out of the federation in short order, and in the same way, political outsiders find themselves on the outside looking in, either as the victims of quasi-elections, or direct political harassment like that being dished out to duly elected Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton.

How can you tell the difference between an America First patriot and a uniparty candidate?  Ideally, you need to catch them before they launch into the political stratosphere.  If a candidate can’t take an America First position on election integrity (no more fraud), border security (America is for Americans), trade (trade policy should favor our country), and medical freedom (we choose what we put in our bodies and who does it), then he or she is a uniparty candidate from the word “go.”

Finding out Hulk and André were good friends would have ruined Wrestlemania III for many who were incapable of suspending reality for a few hours over a six-pack and large pizza.  Likewise, tens of millions of Americans using their love of pro wrestling to see how the uniparty’s kayfabe threatens to break up the political corruption party kept alive through mass manipulation.  Future generations will learn about these destructive theatrics and be better equipped to prevent a reoccurrence, but it is up to us to ask in our time against these disruptive agents by outclassing them in this information war.

Author’s Note: Lemme tell ya somethin’, brother, I’m every bit as tall and even taller than Hulk Hogan was in his prime, man, and while I never stared down Andre the Giant in front of 93,000 screaming Sethamaniacs, I’ve been staring down the election fraud problem for three solid years, man.  I’ve had to deal with all the bad guys comin’ in, wrecking my peace, Mean Gene, and people calling me a grifter, but I feed the people information and have to remain an independent voice, so whatcha gonna do, when an opportunity to become a paid member to this SubStack, offers itself to you?