Diddy...Yes...he probably did.

The stories coming out of just about everywhere paint a very vivid and disturbing picture of life around Sean John Combs, AKA Sean "Puffy" Combs, AKA Sean "P Diddy" Combs, AKA Puff Daddy, AKA P Diddy, AKA Puff, AKA Puffy, AKA Diddy, AKA Love, AKA Brother Love...

Wait, really? And people are surprised that it turns out he maybe was a tad too into dunkin dick for his or anyone elses own good?

How many aliases does someone need before you start hearing alarm bells? I'll tell you how many, one, that's how many.

And how many exclusive invite only"white parties" do you need to not get invited to, in order to hazard a bullseye guess that a few unfortunate people were having a very bad day whilst rich lunatics dressed like they got their outfits from a gay sailors fancy dress store were getting their rocks off?

Wanna come to a party at my place?

Err, nope.

I mean, even Harvey Weinstein, Jeffrey Epstein and Prince Philip turned him down because they thought he was a bit too "out there". Probably.

Why the surprise? Wealth and Power corrupt, they always have, we know this, and they do so with utter abandon when left unchecked. And with corruption, our base instincts flourish, and sex and its absolute extremes are never too far behind. We've ably demonstrated that truth for millenia.

It's a bit baffling that people are apparently so surprised every time another one comes along with a bunch of lubed up skeletons in their closet.

Once our lives become so comfortable, where we are waited on by everyone around us, to the point that we no longer have to deal with the trivialities of life, like food and water and shelter and warmth, our barely out of the swamp minds get to wander around our barely out of the jungle dumb brains and start coming up with other things to think about. But our swampy dumb jungle brains are a little basic when you remove purpose. So, you get things like wrapping the private jet in gold plating, putting a jacuzzi in the back of the Bentley, naming your kids after fruit and weather phenomenon, or just coercing other people into performing nonconsensual, degrading sex acts on you which you film so you can watch it back later on the 200" flatscreen in the custom made ivory tusk bathtub in one of your fourteen ensuite bathrooms.

So, to conclude, we shouldn't let people become too rich and powerful, for their own good and ours and just stop celebrating, even worshipping "celebrity" like it's some sort of advanced version of our species. It is not. They are not.

We're all just people. And most people would probably not recognise themselves if they spent a year with absolutely nothing to worry about, nothing to do for themselves, unlimited wealth and autonomy over everything they do and everyone they interact with, and being worshipped like some sort of higher being.

If you don't think that you're one of those people that would be corrupted by wealth and power, then you are definitely one of those people.