CELEBRITY SIN-EATERS AND CULT CROWNS

 

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ASH & INK FILES: CELEBRITY SIN-EATERS AND CULT CROWNS

aka: “But Jake Bannerman? Ew. Too Creepy.”

Let’s talk about who the world worships.

Let’s take a little peek into the holy temple of fame and the monsters we’re told to kneel for:

• Jared Leto — cult leader cosplay in Gucci, literal predator vibes, but hey… he’s “deep.”
• Ezra Miller — terrorized multiple communities like it was an art project. Still lands blockbuster roles.
• Kanye West — said everything short of joining a white nationalist militia. Still has fans calling him “misunderstood genius.”
• James Franco. Louis CK. Marilyn Manson.
  Need we go on?

The more unhinged they get, the more we’re told to look deeper.

To see their “pain.”

To separate the art from the artist.

To forgive.

To buy more tickets.

And yet…

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Jake Bannerman?

“Too creepy.”

“Too intense.”

“He makes me uncomfortable.”

“He should shut up and go away.”

Why?

Because he told the truth before it was trendy.

Because he writes horror without a filter.

Because he bled onto the page instead of branding it.

Because he said “fuck your system” before it was monetizable.

Jake didn’t play the industry game.

He didn’t apologize in perfect PR language.

He didn’t market trauma as aesthetic.

He made art that screamed, “I shouldn’t still be alive, but I am, and here’s what it looks like.”

And that?

That’s unforgivable in a world that only pretends to want honesty.

They’ll rally around abusers in tuxedos.

But a raw, broken, real man with holy rage in his books?

Nah. Too creepy.

🩸 So here’s the punchline:

You’d rather support monsters in million-dollar suits

than a man who survived hell and told you what it smelled like.

You don’t want horror.

You want Halloween.

But he’s not going anywhere.

And neither am I.

Ash & Ink isn’t made for palatable shelves.

We’re made for the altar of everything you pretend not to see.