Paul Haeder, Author

Oh, that Magic Formula = $17 an hour X 63.63 hours gets me $850.60 after taxes, don’t you know . . .

Paulo Kirk

May 14, 2026

Try heaving 70-pound bags of linens, sheets, towels, supplies up and down stairs, driving from one end of the 101 highway to the other, and alas, this is what fucking slave labor a la 2026 and a white guy like me faces.

Pissed, angry, full of retribution and recrimination, for all those Max Blumenthals, Aaron Mates, Katie Halpers, Norman Finkelsteins, the lot of them.

And a couple of non-paying subscribers today “unsubsribed,” which is the most ludicrous fucking upside-down word now in the tech world. You can use “friend” as a verb, and the “unfriend,” verb, oh shit, the kiss of death.

I drive by this pocket park, man, in Newport. Fucking sister cities shit with Mombetsu, Japan, and Newport, Oregon. I saw the delegation on my laundry runs today. Old, goofy-looking Japanese, not a young, edgy person in the mix, and they are Mombetsu’s stalwart citizens, bankers, real estate, and politicians, I am sure.

FUCK JAPAN.

On April 21, Takaichi’s government announced Japan’s biggest overhaul of defense export rules in decades. Tokyo scrapped outdated restrictions on lethal weapons transfers, opening the door to exports of warships, missiles, and advanced systems to trusted partners. This move strengthens Japan’s defense industrial base, reduces reliance on US taxpayers, and equips like-minded nations to counter shared threats.

The export reform builds on Japan’s record $58 billion defense budget for fiscal year 2026, which took effect in April. The budget accelerates Japan’s counterstrike capabilities, southern island defenses (the emerging “southern shield”), and investments in missiles, drones, and coastal fortifications to deter Chinese aggression near the Senkaku Islands and beyond.

Well-heeled and here to get fed, both calorically and with propaganda, the pomp and circumstance that makes this shit, well, stink like shit. All superficial. Jesus, that fucking Japan, these fucking times, and where are the young folk?

From the invasion of China in 1937 to the end of World War II, the Japanese military regime murdered between 3,000,000 and over 10,000,000 people, most probably almost 6,000,000 Chinese, Indonesians, Koreans, Filipinos, and Indochinese, among others, including Western prisoners of war. This democide was due to a morally bankrupt political and military strategy, military expediency and custom, and national culture (such as the view that those enemy soldiers who surrendered while still able to resist were criminals).

Towards the end of World War II, the Imperial Japanese government, under Operation Ketsugo, the plan for the defense of the Japanese homeland in the event of an Allied invasion, called for every Japanese man, woman and child to take up arms and sacrifice themselves in the name of the Emperor in what was known as “The Glorious Death of One Hundred Million”.

Also known as the Rape of Nanjing, this horrifying event happened during the Second Sino-Japanese War. For six weeks, Japanese soldiers committed mass murder, torture, and rape in China’s then-capital. Around 300,000 people were slaughtered—men, women, children, even infants. Many were executed en masse, while others were mutilated or burned alive.

This remains one of the most brutal war crimes ever recorded. A true nightmare in human history.

And then, and then, listening to myself on the radio station I have my show on I caught more despicable stuff on May 14: We speak with the acclaimed artist and author Molly Crabapple about her new book, Here Where We Live Is Our Country: The Story of the Jewish Bund. Although largely forgotten today, the Jewish Labor Bund was once a powerful secular, socialist revolutionary party that fought for freedom and dignity for Jews in Europe. The movement formed in the waning days of the Russian Empire in an atmosphere of intense antisemitism, but it “rejected, from the very start, calls to create a Jewish ethnostate in Palestine,” Crabapple says. “They felt that Zionism was a capitulation to the same bigots that wanted to kick Jews out of Europe.”


Bund members — known as Bundists — navigated profound historical changes from the founding of the movement in 1897 until its ultimate destruction in the Holocaust. But Crabapple, who learned Yiddish for the book, says the Bund is not just Jewish history.

“This is a history that belongs to all rebels. It belongs to everyone who believes in the necessity of human solidarity,” she says.

The point is that under a society of domination, one ever more hysterically feeding PR cues to media, and one where the branded pretend left (the disturbingly insalubrious and poisonous Molly Crabapple comes to mind) are now so disfigured emotionally, and so entrenched in representative systems of deceit, that almost everything written or uttered is in the service of neutralizing real dissident voices. We have reached the place where the youth market is so saturated with this pernicious double-speak and intellectual snark couture that they see the validating of an Ayn Rand, for example, as some sort of radical dissident position. Class analysis is all but erased, and newly wealthy journalists (and journalist performers {sic}) are increasingly patronizing toward any voices that challenge their authority. An authority born of column space at The Guardian or VICE. For artists, of course, it is even worse. Nothing, literally NOTHING of any value can be produced within this system. Ergo, Broadway and Lincoln Center or wherever the NYTimes visits, is akin to watching the public beheading of culture.

Yes, I know this person, and she’s living in this van with a dog, going to school, and working several jobs, AND just lost financial aid to the university and SNAP, both 100 percent cuts.

Fuck Jews. Man, and fuck Japanese fucking goofy dignitaries.

Fucking sick, man, fucking sick Xi! Who the fuck is managing his fucking propaganda and PR?

I saw with my own eyes the Spaniards cutting off the hands, noses, and ears of Indians, men and women, without any reason, only because they felt like doing it. And I saw this in so many places that it would be very long to tell it all.

— Fray Marcos de Niza, Perú, 1531

Fucking China under Xi. Jews there, and what fucking history does he really embrace:

[David Sassoon (seated) and his sons Elias David, Albert (Abdallah) & Sassoon David.]

• Rise in India: After moving to Bombay from Persia in 1832, David Sassoon established a trading firm and eventually leveraged the growing demand for Indian opium in China.
• Domination and Tactics: By the 1860s, David Sassoon & Co. dominated the trade by purchasing unharvested crops directly from Indian producers, allowing them to undercut British competitors who relied on middlemen.
• Expansion & “Flower Trade”: They created a sophisticated network in China to sell the narcotic—often called the “flower trade”—under the protection of British treaties, particularly following the 1842 Treaty of Nanking.
• The “Rothschilds of the East”: Their success in the opium business allowed the family to amass huge fortunes, becoming one of the most powerful business dynasties in Asia, often referred to as “the Rothschilds of the East”

Many Israelis backpacking across India avail themselves of the network of travelers’ aid centers run by emissaries of the Chabad and Breslaver Chassidim — most located in exotic locales that have no indigenous Jewish community. But true cognoscenti know of Sassoon House, a “hekdesh” (nonprofit charitable trust) adjoining the historic Magen David synagogue in Mumbai’s Byculla district.

Here, for a fraction of the cost of a comparable hotel in relatively expensive Bollywood, all Jews are welcome in the air-conditioned kosher guesthouse that operates thanks to the perpetual generosity of the Sir Jacob Sassoon Trusts. And the impact of the Sassoon family trace forward to 2023 when a valuable Hebrew Bible from 1,000 years ago, the Sassoon Codex, goes to auction at Sotheby’s this spring as reported by Religion Unplugged.com earlier this week.

Besides sustaining the landmark Keneseth Eliyahoo and Magen David synagogues in Mumbai and the Ohel David synagogue in Pune, some 160 kilometers (99 miles) to the east, the trust established by Sir Jacob Elias Sassoon (1844-1916) provides free Shabbat and Yom Tov meals, ongoing Torah classes and free medical treatment for needy Jews — while maintaining the two historic Jewish cemeteries in Mumbai and Pune.

A cursory internet search of “Sassoon” reveals links not only to Mumbai — formerly known as Bombay — Pune and Calcutta, but also to Singapore, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Kobe, Nagasaki, Yokohama, the Moluccas, Baghdad, Saigon, Amsterdam, London, New York and Jerusalem. This Jewish dynasty knew the power of globalization — and planned for it — well before the word became fashionable.

Unlike the Rothschilds, whose plebian descent from the Frankfurt-am-Main ghetto is well documented, the Sassoons’ pedigree is hidden in a fog of fanciful fiction. Moreover, while the Rothschilds were essentially money-changers turned financiers and private bankers, the Sassoons were merchants, opium dealers and later industrialists who claimed royal descent from King David — and hobnobbed with British royalty.

Relying on namesakes of Sassoon, meaning “joy” in Hebrew, the family identified itself with great rabbis in Spain and elsewhere. One figure, the noted Kabbalist Avraham Sassoon, claimed descent from Prince Shephatiah ben Avital, the fifth son of King David.

Cecil Roth, in his “The Sassoon Dynasty,” dryly notes:

After it attained prominence, the Sassoon clan (or its dutiful panegyrists) endeavoured to link itself up with these remote, but temptingly distinguished, homonyms. In consequence, it was driven to postulate a wholly fictitious family history. It assumed that, after the expulsion of the Jews from Spain by the Catholic monarchs in 1492, their ancestors emigrated eastward — first (with the main body of exiles) to Salonica, then to Constantinople, then to Mesopotamia. But there is no particle of positive evidence to support this colourful story, which in fact robs the Sassoon saga of a great deal of its fascination.

More grounded in fact is the identity of the Sassoon dynasty’s patriarch, Sheikh Sassoon ben Salih (1750-1830). Born to an affluent Baghdadi family, he held the quasi-hereditary titles of “nasi” (prince of the exile) and “saraf bashi” (chief treasurer) to the city’s Ottoman Pasha — in his day Ahmet Pasha. The ancestral home of the family of court Jews, known as Beit Abu Rubin, stood in Baghdad’s Taht at-Takia district near the Tigris River.

New York, NY, November 17, 2022 — The Jewish Museum will present The Sassoons, an exhibition that reveals the fascinating story of a remarkable Jewish family, highlighting their pioneering role in trade, art collecting, architectural patronage, and civic engagement from the early 19th century through World War II. On view from March 3 through August 13, 2023, the exhibition will follow four generations from Iraq to India, China, and England, featuring a rich selection of works collected by family members over time.

Over 120 works—paintings, Chinese art, illuminated manuscripts, and Judaica—amassed by Sassoon family members and borrowed from numerous private and public collections, will be on view. Highlights include Hebrew manuscripts from as early as the 12th century, many lavishly decorated; Chinese art and ivory carvings; rare Jewish ceremonial art; and Western masterpieces, including paintings by Thomas Gainsborough and Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, and magnificent portraits by John Singer Sargent of various Sassoon family members. The Sassoons will explore themes such as discrimination, diaspora, colonialism, global trade, and war that not only shaped the history of the family but continue to define our world today.

The exhibition narrative begins in the early 1830s when David Sassoon, the patriarch of the family, was forced to leave his native Baghdad due to the increasing persecution of the city’s Jewish population. Establishing himself in Mumbai (then Bombay) and initially involved in the cotton trade, his vision led the family from Iraq to India, China, and finally England where his descendants gradually settled over the decades. His activities soon grew to include the opium trade, which had escalated after the collapse of the East India Company in mid-19th century, ending its monopoly and allowing private companies to engage in this profitable enterprise. He aligned with and benefitted from British colonial interests soon extending his business to China and England by deploying his eight sons to oversee new branches in Shanghai, Hong Kong, and London.

Jews, man, Jews: The judge Benny Sagi, who presided over Netanyahu’s corruption case , was found killed.

Africa’s greatest leader was murdered just 10 days before his 36th birthday.

The CIA sent the poison. Belgium sent the firing squad. Then they dissolved his body in acid so there would be no grave, no ashes, no place for his people to mourn.

His name was Patrice Lumumba.

And his only crime was believing that the Congo belonged to the Congolese.

On Independence Day, Lumumba stood before his people and declared:

“We are going to make of the Congo the centre of the sun’s radiance for all of Africa.”

Six months later, he was dead.

Here is how they silenced him:

In August 1960, President Dwight D. Eisenhower authorised the CIA to eliminate Lumumba. CIA chemist Sidney Gottlieb personally carried poison to the Congo to place in his food or on his toothbrush.

His closest ally, Colonel Mobutu Sese Seko, became the CIA’s principal agent — paid to betray the very man who trusted him.

On January 17, 1961, Lumumba was tortured, beaten, humiliated, and handed over to a Belgian-backed firing squad.

Belgian officers cut his body into pieces and dissolved his remains in sulphuric acid. Patrice Lumumba has no grave. No tomb. No resting place.

Before they killed him, they forced him to swallow the paper containing his Independence Day speech — as if they could erase his words by forcing him to eat them.

The CIA then installed Mobutu, who ruled the Congo for 32 years while foreign powers looted its diamonds, gold, copper, and cobalt as millions suffered in poverty.

Years later, CIA Director Allen Dulles admitted: “I think we overrated the Soviet danger in the Congo.”
They destroyed a man. They destroyed a nation. And they did it over a lie.

Today, the Congo holds some of the world’s largest reserves of cobalt — the mineral that powers smartphones, laptops, and electric cars across the globe. Yet its people remain among the poorest on Earth.

That is not an accident.

That is exploitation disguised as geopolitics.

Patrice Lumumba dreamed of an Africa that controlled its own wealth, wrote its own destiny, and bowed to no empire.

They killed the man, but they could not kill the dream.

If Lumumba had lived… what would Africa look like today?

Fucking house negro, or is that coolie?

Trump went to Beijing, stepped on the red carpet, saw kids with little flags, heard Xi say that relations are going to get better than ever, and came away with nothing.

The first day was pure theater, the kind of diplomatic playacting that China does well and that Trump loves because it generates headlines.

But when you look at what actually happened, the list is short and sad: they renewed licenses for four hundred American meatpacking plants, which is a gesture that Beijing can undo tomorrow morning if it wants to, and they talked about buying oil from the US, which makes no sense at all because China is swimming in discounted Iranian and Russian oil that no American can compete with.

The one item that seemed concrete, the approval for Nvidia’s H200 chip to be sold to Chinese companies, turned into an empty showcase because Beijing instructed Alibaba, Tencent, and ByteDance not to buy, leaving the product dangling in the air like bait that China controls and Trump uses to claim he opened the Chinese market.

And Taiwan, which was supposed to be the hot topic with that “11 billion” package, vanished from the official statement as if it had never existed.

The tech CEOs who traveled with him—Nvidia’s Huang, Apple’s Cook, Tesla’s Musk, Micron’s Mehrotra, Qualcomm’s Amon—all of them are there begging for access to a market that China is deliberately closing because it’s already built domestic alternatives for memory, mobile chips, optical components, GPUs, and doesn’t need to sign anything with anyone anymore.

China isn’t going to sign contracts, isn’t going to give guarantees, isn’t going to rush—it’s just letting everything hang, chips, oil, agriculture, and using each item as leverage for the right moment.

Trump gets the photo for his campaign, and Xi gets the time the world needs to change for good.

More yammering, 5 D chess players:

Xi Jinping quoting Thucydides to Donald Trump is one of the most surreal contemporary images of recent years. On one side, China’s millennial diplomacy, which reasons through symbols, philosophy, historical references, and strategic patience. On the other hand, Trump, who probably thought Thucydides was a new Texan steakhouse brand or a Serbian NBA player.

To get the point: the “Thucydides Trap” is the theory according to which, when an emerging power threatens to replace the dominant one, the risk of war becomes almost inevitable. Thucydides wrote it while recounting the conflict between Sparta and Athens: “It was the rise of Athens and the fear that this caused in Sparta that made war inevitable.” Today, the parallel is evident: China rising, the United States as the dominant power in strategic paranoia.

Now imagine Xi, with a Confucian tone and the air of an imperial mandarin, explaining the concept during the summit. And Trump listened with serious nods for ten seconds, before asking if “Thucydides” voted Republican or if he produces better tariffs than the Chinese ones.

The scene is metaphysical. Xi talks about the historical balance of civilizations, Trump thinks about hamburgers, coyotes to machine-gun at the border, and Truth Social posts written like messages sent at three in the morning after six cans of Diet Coke: “KISS MY A#S!!!”.

And this is the true snapshot of the contemporary West. China using Greek classics to discuss multipolar balance. The United States is responding with memes, trade threats, and wrestling slogans.

Wake up, world!!! They aren’t data centers, they’re mass goy surveillance centers.

Nah.

Fucking A, man:

I drive a fucking old Ford Sport Trac, 2004, purchased for $3600, with 129,000 miles:

“Isolate the 50 richest jews and all wars will stop” – Henry Ford

Now, Henry? Three hundred and twenty billionaire Jews, dude!

GOD BLESS THE RESISTANCE!

Ahh, I couldn’t say it better, quoting from Twitter:

FUCKING TRAITOR

Nothing could be more of a fucking piss take than a frail inbred parasite wrapped in dead animal fur, dripping in stolen jewels robbed from half the planet, sitting on a solid gold throne in a palace built on centuries of blood, slavery, war, famine and theft, lecturing the public about sacrifice, unity and “the future of the nation” while millions can barely afford to put the heating on. The King’s Speech. Look at the theatre of it. Look at the sheer absurdity. A grown man wearing a diamond-encrusted crown worth more than entire towns, reading words written for him by unelected handlers, pretending this is modern civilisation instead of the last rotting carcass of feudalism dressed up with better cameras and cleaner propaganda.

And what was he actually reading? More control. More bureaucracy. More fucking regulation. More promises from the exact same machine that created the collapse in the first place. Talking about “strengthening public services”, “modernising Britain”, “security”, “digital reform”, “public accountability”, “online protections”, “new powers”, “economic growth”, “national resilience”, endless piles of legislation stacked on top of legislation, while ordinary people are worked into the fucking ground just trying to survive another month.

You’ve got this ancient ceremonial relic, dressed like a medieval emperor, reading out plans for more digital systems, more regulation, more surveillance, more state intervention, more centralised control, while pretending it’s all about “fairness” and “safety”. You genuinely could not invent a more dystopian image if you tried. It looks like something out of the fucking Capitol in Hunger Games. Gold everywhere. Thrones. Jewels. Guards in costumes. Ancient rituals. Billion-pound estates. While the peasants sit at home wondering if they can afford eggs and electricity this week.

You’ve got people doing 50-hour weeks, parents skipping meals so their kids can eat, pensioners freezing in their homes, young families buried in rent and debt, while this lot sit under chandeliers worth millions talking about “service”. Service to whom exactly? Because it sure as fuck isn’t the public. These people have never lived like normal people for a single second of their lives. Private guards, private chefs, private doctors, private drivers, private estates, private schools, private everything, funded by the same public they emotionally blackmail into believing they somehow “represent the nation”.

Represent the nation? They don’t even represent reality.

And the weirdest part is, people still clap for it. That’s the real psychological operation. They’ve convinced millions of people that bowing to bloodlines is somehow noble instead of humiliating. Full-grown adults standing in the rain, waving little flags at a family whose entire existence is based on the idea that they were born more important than you because of who slid out of whose womb hundreds of years ago. Strip away the orchestra music, the uniforms, and the fake dignity, and it’s absolutely insane.

If any politician stood up today and proposed this system from scratch, people would think it was satire.

“Right, everyone, hear me out. We’re going to give one family billions of pounds, castles, jewels, military ceremonies, constitutional privilege, and lifelong protection because their ancestors conquered people with swords.”

You’d get laughed straight out of the room.

But because it’s old, people defend it. That’s how deep the conditioning goes. They call it “tradition” because “national humiliation” doesn’t sound as marketable.

And there he is, sat on a throne made of stolen wealth, literally telling struggling people about economic responsibility and national duty while wearing enough diamonds to feed entire communities for generations. You honestly couldn’t write a more insulting image if you tried.

Jews: This is Abba Kovner, the Jewish terrorist who planned to kill 6 million German civilians in 1945 after WW2 by poisoning the water supply.

It was done in cooperation with the Jewish leadership in Mandatory Palestine.

They named streets after him in Israel.

Jews: Meet Isla Bell. She was murdered by a Jewish Israeli named Eyal Yaffe who hid her body in his fridge for 6 weeks.

All charges were dropped, and he was set free because her body decomposed and Australian forensic experts “couldn’t determine the cause of death.”

DEVILS IN THE FLESH… their TIME is COMING …..

That black satan.

Hsen Farhat — My cousins were blown apart by Israeli strikes. There was nothing left to bury…

Microsoft: “We don’t support mass surveillance.”

Also, Microsoft: Israel’s Unit 8200 reportedly used Azure to store and analyse intercepted Palestinian phone calls.

Microsoft Israel Chief steps down… Is this purely for show?

Xi’s buddy?

We need a million of her kind: Phoolan Devi, after being raped for 23 days, escaped. She formed a gang and killed 50 of her rapists.

Never ask pro-Black activists about the race of their husbands.

One brown guy?

In 1948, more than 700,000 Palestinians were forced from their homes. How many people truly know this history?

Don’t let your daughter miss out on a photo with Stalin.

Elon Musk and Trump on Air Force 1 again. What do you think they are talking about?

Raping children.

Ugly souls.

Woody Allen:


He first adopted her

He then had sex with her

He married her

He then cheated on her.

Another specimen from Epstein list of customers.

Republican Superintendent Ryan Walters mandated teaching Christian values in schools, including the obligation of marital loyalty.

He is now divorcing his wife.

Xi Jinping said he was an avid reader of American literature.

“In my younger years, I read the Federalist Papers and Thomas Paine’s Common Sense. I was interested in the life story of George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Franklin Roosevelt, and other American statesmen.”

“I also read David Thoreau, Walt Whitman, Mark Twain and Jack London.”