Paul Haeder, Author

… the dogs of the Minyan are wrecking the 80 Percent with dirty Zionist Judaics like Larry Fucking Fink and the Entire Mel Brooks fucking show!

“I like to think that my job is to provoke,” he said. “I don’t claim to enlighten anybody. I want to throw down a challenge–a challenge, for example, to the American people, whether they want to be reduced to Ramboism or . . . to be a force of good in the world. And, having an outsider’s perspective, I can pitch that in a way that is a bit annoying. I don’t want people to sit back and think, ‘Ah, Bill’s gonna save the world for me.’ Because I’m not. I have no illusions that any (musician) is capable of that.” — Billy Bragg

Fucking Jewish Nazi’s = even having some fun with that Genocide!

Fucking Chevron pump guy let me fill the fucking old Dodge Caravan before the price per gallon hit 10 cents more = Midday, the fucking Minyan of Yellen and Blinken are killing us between tequila and gasoline, and the electricity bills, and, fuck have these stool samples — Trump or Harris or Biden or Galvin or . . . . fill in the feces blank________ — even stepped foot in the grocery store?

One of my clients was looking for the stool sample container, i.e. Pringles, and now Super Fucking Bowl Doritos, bites, with nacho toxin Wisconsin spray all over it.

Walmart, man. I never go there except with my clients with developmental/intelectual disabilities. Fucking aisles of chips, and HFCS, sodas, the most dispicable things.

Weathering, man, and so many Goyim pushing extra weight, hobbling, faces asymetrical, pulled skin, limps, heavy limbs, miscolored faces, gray and shadows under eyes, just pushing carts full of waste, and, drum roll (and I have done this a million times — not really, but plenty with clients) no Jews in the house.

Fucking A, Beyonce singing some clap-trap song, ‘Texas Hold ‘em’, and it’s Uncle Tom for the testicle holders, and the vagina owners? Aunt Jemimas.

Fucking Texas, that racist mother fucking state, and leave it to this Capitalist “c” to devoid herself of her slave roots, singing some shitty song, with twang fuck bullshit line dancing queerdom. Sick mother fucking BIPOC turncoats. Beyoncé is getting played on country radio. Could her success help other Black women? An Oklahoma country station made news this week when it briefly refused to play a Beyoncé song. It’s a resonant tale for the Black and women musicians who have tried to crack the format for decades.

Heard it on a show my wife and I stream while playing Cribbage and Gin.

Eye Five, but it is with Lane Community College, a fucking National Propaganda Radio outlet. No fucking revolutionary songs on Feb. 17. Fucking Beyonce. And then this fucking freak, Aaron Vance, singing: “I Love you, Mississippi.”

Black Americans are just as fucking feces lined as the rest when they do this shuffle. Versus!

NPR is the Jewish Network, as is PBS, all pesticide and polluting stool sampling agencies of Zionism and War War War.

Then, while cooking up some food for my two clients before heading out (they are cool folk, in their fifties, but they get caught up in the Walmart, Target, Starbucks, Best Buy mother fucking wasteland of deceit and deception and Homo Consumopethicus lights action buy buy buy — dopamine mother fucking addiction hits when that Presidents’ Mother Fucking Sale hits the spot light — they (my clients) put on disgusting and degrading and dirty Cocaine Bear. Amazing, these fucking looney bin factories, on Prime or Netflix.

Sick fucking dumb-downing mother fucking country of charlatans. Imagine this movie as a hit.

“My idea of pornography is building weapons and the war machine. And the actions of your country and my country in the Persian Gulf is the ultimate pornography.” — Billy Bragg

There are a milion and one stool samples in everyday life pointing to the endless giant sucking sound of collective brain cells in the Western Mother Fucking Genocidal Culture turning to slush.

This fucking station, KLCC-FM— Five Eye (the show on Saturdays) had zero fucking songs in honor of Houthis, Palestinians, Cubans, even AmeriKKKan protestors, any of it. Dirty stool samples throughout the land.

Link:

Fucking played a Valentine song by Billy Bragg . . . can you imagine the denuded flavor of the so called cutting edge show?

Fuck these Oregonians (the fucking show is out of Eugene — so much for pot, micro-dosing, hippies!).

Billy = Billy Bragg’s The Internationale Imagines a Fairer world

Quoting: And yet, in his own way, Bragg was ahead of his time, a good 20 years ahead of Occupy Wall Street and 30 in advance of a certain U.S. presidential candidate who asks us what we would do for people we don’t know. Here he is in the LA Times in 1990 explaining socialism,

“The way I see it, socialism is another word for caring–allowing someone else into your life. And the most basic example of this is when you love someone. To let a complete stranger into our lives and care for them, that, multiplied by xxx million, is what socialism is all about.” 

Chuck in a few references to billionaires and our revolution, and you’re at a Sanders rally [bullshit!].

Bragg had, of course, always been political. He was radicalized by the Miner’s Strike in 1984, and his song “Which Side Are You On” from Brewing Up With Billy Bragg explicitly dealt with the strike. He formed the Red Wedge a year later to enlist musicians in engaging young people in politics. His best and best-known album, Talking with the Taxman about Poetry from 1986, included “There Is Power in the Union,” alongside more personal, lyrics material like “Greetings to the New Brunette” and “Levi Stubbs’ Tears.” 

But The Internationale was a heavier dose of political activism—seven songs, six of them covers, decrying capitalism, war-mongering, interference in Nicaragua and the indifference of popular audiences towards politically-minded art. It begins with a bombastic, fully-orchestrated version of the Communist Party anthem, Bragg’s cracking tenor riding brutalist surges of strings, horns and Russian opera choruses. At the urging of Pete Seeger, Bragg reworked the words somewhat to reflect a post-Soviet reality. For example, the second verse references the fall of the Berlin Wall but cautions against capitalists taking a victory lap. “In our world poisoned by exploitation/Those who have taken, now they must give!” he sings. 

[Verse 1]

Stand up, all victims of oppression

For the tyrants fear your might!

Don’t cling so hard to your possessions

For you have nothing if you have no rights!

Let racist ignorance be ended

For respect makes the empires fall!

Freedom is merely privilege extended

Unless enjoyed by one and all

[Chorus]

So come brothers and sisters

For the struggle carries on

The Internationale

Unites the world in song

So comrades, come rally

For this is the time and place!

The international ideal

Unites the human race

[Verse 2]

Let no one build walls to divide us

Walls of hatred nor walls of stone

Come greet the dawn and stand beside us

We’ll live together or we’ll die alone

In our world poisoned by exploitation

Those who have taken, now they must give!

And end the vanity of nations

We’ve but one Earth on which to live

[Chorus]

So come brothers and sisters

For the struggle carries on

The Internationale

Unites the world in song

So comrades, come rally

For this is the time and place!

The international ideal

Unites the human race

[Verse 3]

And so begins the final drama

In the streets and in the fields

We stand unbowed before their armour

We defy their guns and shields!

When we fight, provoked by their aggression

Let us be inspired by life and love

For though they offer us concessions

Change will not come from above!

[Chorus]

So come brothers and sisters

For the struggle carries on

The Internationale

Unites the world in song

So comrades, come rally

For this is the time and place!

The international ideal

Unites the human race

Bragg is well aware of his place in a continuing tradition of protest music, and in “I Dreamed Phil Ochs Last Night,” he re-imagines an old labor movement song as homage to the folk singer Phil Ochs. The song was originally about labor organizer Joe Hill, who was most likely framed for murder and executed in 1915. Interestingly, Hill was also a songwriter, the author of “There Is Power in the Union,” referenced above. But Bragg makes the singer Phil Ochs the protagonist of his song, working artistic disappointment and government surveillance into his verses. You can imagine Bragg identifying with Ochs, a songwriter too radical for mainstream success.

A spare, a capella rendering “Nicaragua Nicaraguita,” originally by the Nicaraguan writer Carlos Mejía Godoy, reminds us of Bragg’s work for the central American country’s political autonomy. About a year before The Internationale came out, Bragg had served as a UN observer monitoring Nicaraguan elections.  Other cuts make a less specific case for peace and equality. “My Youngest Son Came Home Today,” perhaps the most compelling track on the album, is wrenching and universal. Its narrator is the parent of a boy killed in the Irish troubles, but it could be any loss, any country, any war. 

The Internationale was reissued in 2006 on Yep Roc, as part of a larger Billy Bragg retrospective, and this expanded version included 12 additional live and unreleased tracks (a wonderfully raucous “Help Save the Youth of America,” for instance, recorded in Russia).

Fuck this stool sample Doritos mother fucking Genocide Trump-Joe-Harris-Emoff-Yellen-Garland-Blinken-Jake-Lloyd fucking Minya Wailing Wall White House.

Today? Fucking Zoom, doxing, ghosting, censoring sad GMO-laced plasticized stool samples across the dirty West. Isra-Hell? Pure demons, pure white racist supremacists.

Remember? [Note the Jewish People Involved in that ‘No Nukes’ concert. Hmm, they are right on the front lines of bombing Gaza, a la their fucking directorial Thespis.]

Where are these fucking investing pieces of feces celebrities now?

Jewish fucking values:

• Biden talks out of both sides of his mouth;
• Khan Younis hospital becomes a deathtrap;
• 2 more Palestinian journalists killed;
• Israeli diplomat accuses UN of slow aid delivery, as Israeli leaders & protesters block aid delivery;
• Israeli looting & wanton destruction;
• update on Americans killed; Egypt reportedly preparing for ethnically cleansed Gaza refugees
• Israeli military doctor reveals soldiers burn down homes in Gaza, loot, vandalize

Looting has become almost institutionalized, says one Israeli military doctor who served in Gaza.

“Many felt that wearing the uniform of the Israeli army and crossing the border allowed them to cross all lines.”

Nazis?

SO, these aren’t your regular dirty fucking misanthropes? Does it matter that they call themselves the Jewish State of Occupied Jewish Palestine? Jews, folks. That’s the anti-semitism of their warped, psychologically demented Jewish minds. Zionism? What the fuck is that other than Zieg Heil.

Charlie got it right, and Jewish Brooks is/was the stool sample he always was.

Chaplin himself made no secret in his autobiography that his father was half-Romani, as was his mother. But a birth certificate for Chaplin has never been found. In 2012, decades after his death in 1977, his daughter Victoria Chaplin found a letter that may explain why. In his bedside table was a handwritten note to a man who had received hundreds of thousands of letters during the course of his long career. It was important enough to Chaplin to be kept and locked away at close hand.

Written by a man called Jack Hill, the note called Chaplin a “little liar” for claiming in his autobiography that he was born in London in 1889. The letter claimed that Chaplin had in fact been born on the Black Patch in Smethwick, an area of parkland with a long history of nomadic Romani encampments near the English city of Birmingham.

The family of “Gypsy King and Queen” Esau and Sentinia Smith on the Black Patch before they were evicted in 1905.

The letter said: “You were born on the Black Patch in Smethwick.”

“So was I, two and a half years later. Your mum did move again with her dad’s circus and later settled down in London but whereabouts I do not know.”

Mr Hill told Chaplin he was “the only man alive” who knew the truth about Chaplin’s birth. Hill claimed Chaplin had entered the world “in a caravan [that] belonged to the Gypsy Queen, who was my auntie.” Chaplin was believed to have kept it secret, possibly because he did not want the stigma of a Romani connection.

“He was very conscious of his Romani heritage. He told my father and his other children that they had Romani heritage. It was something that he was proud of but was very much overlooked,” his granddaughter Carmen Chaplin told Variety magazine in 2021.

Her film Charlie Chaplin, a Man of the World is currently being made and “radically reinterprets Chaplin’s oeuvre from a Romani perspective and examines the persecution of Gypsies through his lens.”

“Roma people form the largest minority in Europe,” says the film’s producer Amaia Remírez. “That the most recognizable representation of humanity, the Tramp, was created by a Roma and all around the globe people relate to the character is a highly interesting concept we want to explore.”

“Charles Chaplin was a self-taught musician and that was very Romani. When you tell Roma people that Charlie was Romani they say ‘obviously,’” adds Carmen. “They can tell that in his sense of humor, his way of telling a story, the tragic comedy in his films, and their music.”

In 2015, Chaplin’s oldest surviving son Michael traveled to Birmingham to celebrate his father’s connection to the community. Asked about the prospect of Charlie Chaplin being born there, his son Michael said: “I think it’s very likely, yes. The fact that the letter was kept in the drawer means it must have meant something to him. It was locked in the drawer, he never told anybody about it.”

Zionism, first, with Hitler:

Jews in the Wailing Wall White House, and non-Jews, are prepared for millions more dying in the streets, under rubble, with viruses, bioweapons, starvation, and, well, let them fucking eat dirt and weeds.

Of course the proxy war in Ukraine won’t end with Adveevka, and the battle across the Donetsk foothills, nearly a decade old, will continue.

Pepe Escobar:

As for those pawns in the Western game who will perish or surrender when the cauldron is boiling to the max, it’s a case of “the sky too is falling under you”.

Shelley intuitively understood that we all rebel against oblivion – to which death condemns us. Yet this rebellion can follow two completely different road maps.

The man intoxicated with power wrecks everything before him, and is wrecked in turn (that’s the fate of the current Empire of Lies).

Then there’s the road followed by the poet, or spiritual warrior, whose soul is the Aeolian harp summoning vast, unseen, miraculous forces.

Of course the proxy war in Ukraine won’t end with Adveevka, and the battle across the Donetsk foothills, nearly a decade old, will continue.

There will be more P.R. terror attacks, the civilian plight may be prolonged for quite a while. But what’s already crystal clear is that any sub-par “rules-based order” chess player who dreams of defeating the Russian soul on thousand-year-old Russian lands is inexorably doomed.

He did it, not the fucking queer Scott Ritter way.

You are given a name by the War:

it’s a call sign, not nickname – much more.

Lack of fancy cars here and iPads,

But you have APC and MANPADS.

Social media long left behind,

Children’s drawings with “Z” stick to mind.

’Likes” and “thumbs up” are valued as dust,/But the prayers from people you trust.

Hold On, Soldier, my brother, my friend,

The hostility comes to an end.

War’s unable to stop its decease,

Grief and suffering will turn into peace.

Life returns to the placid format,

With your callsign, inscribed in your heart.

From the war, as a small souvenir:

Far away, but eternally near.

—Inna Kucherova, Call Sign, in A Letter to a Soldier, published December 2022

It’s a cold, rainy, damp morning in the deep Donbass countryside, at a secret location close to the Urozhaynoye direction; a nondescript country house, crucially under the fog, which prevents the work of enemy drones.

Father Igor, a military priest, is blessing a group of local contract-signed volunteers to the Archangel Gabriel battalion, ready to go to the front lines of the US vs. Russia proxy war. The man in charge of the battalion is one of the top-ranking officers of Orthodox Christian units in the DPR. (Pepe Escobar: Life During Wartime – On the Road in Donbass)

In a very special conversation with Alexander Dugin,  we both made it clear, directly and indirectly, that the working classes of Novorossiya are spiritual brothers of the oppressed in Palestine and Yemen. Yes, the Axis of Resistance in West Asia is mirrored by the Slavic Axis of Resistance in the black soil of the steppes.

Fucking Jewish Nazis = Blinken needs a short rope and a tree?

Scott Hutchinson, committed suicide. This says it all about the suicides of Americans who fucking want to kill themselves, for these stool samples like Blinken, they are masters of sucking out the souls of Goyim, and their tribute to humankind are the millions murdered and to be murdered in the name of Judaism/Zionism. You will be a slug on the turd of life if you have a second’s worth of consideration for this Blinken and his Minyan Minions. Sub-human!

…from one of the commentators:

I still have the hospital wristband from my attempt. I still have the scars from hesitation. This is heavy to listen to cause when I try I forget what others would be like without me. This year won’t won’t easy for me but Frank I will keep coming back to this song. Thank you for your talent.

…another:

From a Mother of a Daughter who has been on life’s edge more than once, this hits a chord. When you performed it at Moseley festive in 2021 it brought tears to me eyes. I love everything you do, but this has a special place in so many peoples hearts, this is defo going to be a hit! good luck to the charity they deserve all the support they can get. RIP Scott!! You will always be loved.

…another:

My Mum took her life last year by walking into the sea and drowning herself.This song is so similar it’s mind blowing.I always have been scared she suffered in her final moments but I don’t think she did.She was ready to go, and I’ve gone through the range of emotion from anger, guilt and shame.

…another:

March 2020, Barrowlands Glasgow just before the first lockdown, was the last time myself and my partner saw Frank live. He performaned a version of Modern Leper and my partner and half of the crowd ugly-cried for the duration. Myself and the other half of the crowd were close. Such an emotional moment. I imagine this song will incite a similar reaction. Beautiful song.

Ahh, tequila, the mother fucking Jewish Wailing Wall White House will keep us down down down. Last week — $19. $23.00 today! MORE THAN FUCKING JANET YELLEN TWENTY PERCENT INFLATION. More, much more, on other bottles!

Dead society with the Rabbi-Boys and Bat Mitzvahs Killing us hard.

Here is Robeson throwing down the gauntlet to McCarthyism and Cold War reaction in 1952 at the International Peace Park on the Canada/US border