Protestant World

Lord Finkelstein - What A Mensch

It takes a lot courage for a Jew to write an editorial like this in a prestigious national paper. I know very well the price that can be paid for Jews to cede any ground in the seemingly endless polarisation, which in my mind just took a very centred and grounded approach. It's a landmark piece that will slide under most people's radar but I know history when its made.

This is a seminal moment and not just in editorial-land (I've read more literature on The Shoah than most).

Did a lot of Jews die in WWII, no doubt about it. I would say most died being shot by retreating German troops on the Eastern Front but I'm always open to more information. 

Maybe one day we  can have an adult conversation about what trauma does to the psyche when bolstered by an impregnable and monolithic media narrative, that Danny has just instigated a small but tectonic shift within.

Under trauma, the mind dissociates. 

It doesn't want to feel that kind of pain and it's a subject I learned too much about through the vast MK-Ultra mind control programs. The only thing is I know who scooped up Josef Mengele through Project Paperclip after the war. 

Cathy O'Brien is just one of the living witness testimonies on the subject.

She's the reason I started writing off-piste. It's harrowing information

I'm sure Danny and I don't agree on too much but my heart feels good after reading him just now. I feel positive about the future. 

Trigger-Trump's Prophecy Is Now Reality?

It's not prophecy if you're getting the right intel >Looking Glass perhaps?<. 

Is that why consumers of mainstream media narrative of everything from energy to climate change and healthy not healthy, is twisted by purposeful deception at best, and invariably the opposite of what we should be doing at that particular, as it were..... point in time.

What are you suggesting? The way to kill people without them knowing is to gain their consent. [Drops Scarlett Hat to Floorboards]? Is that the gig?

Crazy right-wing or lefty wing. See how dumbed down it is?

This point is crucial to understanding the mass formative-psychosis of people who think we went to the moon in the POS Apollo Lunar Lander or that there was a real pandemic, or experimental injections [PLUS BOOSTERS] are kosher vaccines.

Poor things. It's only get-to become unbearable for them. It's not that easy knowing but it's suicidal if-in denial. It's easier to understand those who jumped from buildings rather than learn why they missed the greatest-depression© coming.

The video clip above is an undeniable (and unprecedented) statement on reality. It's also the truth. 

They're not the same thing though.   

Literally Hitler

Yikes

Multi Ethnic Southampton - Reasons To Be Cheerful (Part II)

I was never a big fan of Southampton growing up. It was just grey after living in Deutschland and it wasn't very friendly either.

After the Wirtschaftwunder (Economic Miracle) of living in Germany, a synthetic creation much as British food-stamps were to last long after the war years..... if you get my drift.

Japan and Germany were hit hardest so it's karmically in the controllers favour to rebuild them quickest, while Great Britain was reduced to years of poverty and decline, for essentially provoking war (for those who have read the focus group papers.)

However, my return to Southampton in 2017 has been a renaissance experience for this port city, that was so gritty growing up in the 80s. It's now one of my favourite places and I feel an ease in this city that I've rarely experienced elsewhere.

That is to say, after much exploring and history research, I know this place and because there have been so many changes, it strikes me somewhat as more of a journey partner than a destination. The much maligned Southampton City Council have done a very competent job of upgrading the city and marina areas.

I talked in the last post (Part I), about the commitment from the City council to electric scooters which is easily the most transformative step a city can make for unleashing the freedom of travelling electrically on widely available racks of scooters, distributed around the city and not just in the centre.

In addition, Southampton has attracted a strong and vibrant ethnic mix of immigrants. I'm lucky where I live. St Mary (please note that's singular and an uncountable noun) is both right on the hotspot of that cultural diversity including a strong Hong Kong contingent, Portuguese, Turkish, Somalian, Romanian and on and on it goes, all equally identifiable by their clothes and appearance and adjacent to some awesome greenery.

I'm slap bang in the middle of one of the most interesting neighbourhoods in the city, but also I'm right next to the public parks, of which Southampton has some of the best in the country. It's probably the most consistently relaxing place I can think of other than living on a tropical beach in Jomtien or a particular pub I used to frequent in Freemantle, which irrespective of how tough a day I'd had was a gravity-free experience entering... through the doors and being transported to an island of relaxation, leaving the outside world behind.

I want to elaborate about ethnic and cultural diversity though. 

I'm very aware of the long term plans for humanity. They are laid out in the winner of the first Charlemagne prize (that Churchill won twice) Count Couldenhove Kalergi. 

The prize is given to whoever contributes most towards European integration but it's the most racist endeavour anyone could conjur up, as it's not about diversity but racial and ethnic miscegenation.

The most racist people I know are invariably indoctrinated politically, and who can't wait for a regimented mullato (I love coffee-coloured skin) species (Kalergi's words not mine) with fewer languages, one religion; genderless yet stunning and brave, and also the creation of an insect worker... as adumbrated in Huxley's brave new world; men breast feeding babies, lesbians having to accept male penis and so forth is a reality, not wild histrionics.

... and before you invoke the rainbow. It belongs to everyone, including heterosexuals, the working classes, the upper classes, the pious, uncouth, male or female, Asian or not. The rainbow was bestowed on all of us not a radical and toxically empowered clique who are waay more powerful and rewarded in kind, than most have yet to be "caught-on-to", but some, most certainly will if sentient of change.

You see what makes for attractive racial diversity are the differences not the uniformity of the human genome. When I go to Japan, I don't want to see Chinese people, I want to be able to distinguish between the Asian races (for example) which is not as hard as it seems to people who haven't travelled widely in that neck of the woods. There was a time in Bangkok where we could tell which towns the females (they were always females) came from. Nakhon Si Thammarat to Songkhla, Pitsanulouk to Udon Thani. It's one of the most fun party tricks to play in the red light districts of go go bars and neon.

What the social engineers and multi generational planners want and are now destroying with cancel culture and synthetic racism through BLM is the real diversity of the human story which of course from time to time has been nothing to boast about, particularly when thinking of Empire and the stooges that now endorse the CIA running for Congress, and SIS transgender credentials while ignoring the heinous behaviour they partake in. Email me if you have a strong stomach and the courage of your convictions to contest me. I can't post here. 

Back to beauty and happiness though. Recently I came across a beguiling voice in podcasts that I found magnetic and also interested in some of the ideas I'm engaged with and writing about here. We were the same age (52) and had some crossover in our lives as we both lived in Belsize Park, London back in the day at around the same period, and we also both worked in the media business. I as an advertising prostitute and he as a Channel 4 honcho. I googled his name and discovered that he had died only days ago. The last time that happened to me was when I reading Marlon Brando's biography in Bangkok where I learned that he too had croaked. It's quite a poignant feeling when immersing ourselves in famous lives.

Well Jonathan Myles Lea has passed too, and anyone with an ounce of sense can see that what he fought for was beauty and the aesthetic, instead of the rancid blue haired, septum pierced obesity with tattoos who think anything vagina shaped is art.

They are brainwashed, and they have been given license to run the most powerful institutions in the UK from the Foreign Office to Stonewall and Terrence Higgins Trust. They are women haters and insist any Lesbian who refuses to consider a trans relationship is a TERF, a trans exclusionary radical feminist. Well I tell you something blue haired brigade cheerleaders. You too will have to accept and respect the cock (and tame the cunt) when your time comes. This has been, and always will be about male violence. Don't think a wearing a dress is going changes the insides of misogyny.

Anyway, I've clearly wrapped two posts together. One about truth and beauty, and the other about a world which is a threat to that and no amount of running away from the bad news can change it.

I wouldn't want to live in very big cities in the coming years. The poor will be ransacking the not so poor.

I've got a very good feeling Southampton is going to be in better shape, and that makes me cheerful.

Dota | Summer & Warten auf Wind

Verbotten

Und Der Auch

Es sind viele Fahrräder da
Und badende Nymphen im Teich
Im Körbchen-Bikini
Und jeder Tagtraum
Ist mückenstichreif
Es riecht nach Schlamm und Pommes
Und im Imbiss am Boden nach Ost-PVC
Und mit Gras in den Kniekehlen
Verbringen wir den Tag am See

Es gibt Limonade mit Wespen
Und dich und mich und für jeden ein Eis
Und selbst mit nassen Haaren ist es noch heiß

Ich hab noch Platz auf dem Handtuch
Und du bist für die Wahrheit zu schön
Ich öffne die Augen und zähle bis 10
Die Sonne wird das Letzte sein, was wir sehen
Komm lass dich blenden
Lass dich blenden

Die Halme sind hell an den Spitzen
Biegen sich lachend im Wind
Ich such mit dem Blick nach Ottern und Bibern
Die wieder nur Ratten gewesen sind

Die Sonne wärmt uns die Bäuche
und hin und wieder hör ich ein Boot
Und durch die geschlossenen Lider leuchtet es rot

Es grollt in der Ferne
Kleine Wellen schlagen an den erdenden Strand
Und deine Schultern, meine ist neues Land

Denk nicht ans Gewitter
Nein, du bist für die Wahrheit zu schön
Komm öffne die Augen, ich zähle bis 10
Die Sonne soll das Letzte sein, was wir sehen
Komm lass dich blenden
Lass dich blenden

Und der Tag zieht noch lange
Auf seinen Schwingen dahin
Wir rücken Stück für Stück weiter
Immer wenn ich im Schatten bin
Ich trag' die Sonne auf den Schultern
Und den Sommer unter den Nägeln mit nach Haus
Im letzten Licht gehen die anderen schon voraus

Vier Füße in Turnschuhen
Auf der Umgehungsstraße bei wenig Verkehr
Und ich will nie wieder glauben
Glück sei irgendwie anders und irgendwie mehr

Und so kann's gar nicht bleiben
Nein, du bist für die Wahrheit zu schön
Ich schließe die Augen und zähle bis 10
So behalte ich dein Bild
So will ich dich immer sehen
Und lass mich blenden.

https://www.songtexte.com/songtext/dota/sommer-7350bad5.html

What Does Critical Theory Say About Jonestown?

At the one minute mark, the best graphics I've ever seen take place with Wolf Blitzer taking a good kicking.

If anybody feels compelled to debate me on the Frankfurt School can you connect with me on Skype so I can record it please?

Requiem - 2006

I no longer always accept the orthodox psychiatric view of demonic possession and potentially see this (for example) in people throwing women under buses. I'm not saying neurological problems don't exist but I often see a spiritual problem in those often diagnosed with schizophrenia, bipolar and temporal lobe epilepsy.

I was born in Germany and lived there during the time this movie is set in around 1976. In this respect it was quite a nostalgia trip.

Sandra Huller is once again a great actress who seems to convey a lot while often saying or doing very little. 

Traumnovelle - 1969 - Eyes Wide Shut

Traumnovelle is a 1926 Novella by Arthur Schnitzler that went on to be adapted in 1969 for television and lastly by Stanley Kurbrick in Eye's Wide Shut.

All the sexual and occult leitmotifs are evident in the original story and support the claim that Kubrick was the Illuminati's principle film maker though it appears reluctantly towards the end.

There's very little to be gleaned from this version that was removed in the final edit of Kubrick's version days before his death. Much of the narrative feels close to Fassbinder's Berlin Alexanderplatz in terms of characters and general seediness.

Peter Hitchens - The EU is the Continuation of Germany By Other Means

Peter Hitchens brother of Christopher is magnificent in this. However his thesis is demonstrably wrong because he's unable to go the last mile and research that the New World [Zionist] Order is a continuation of the EU by other means.

A simple verification of a recent Telegraph article on the Bilderberg origins of the EU would prove that.

However Peter does obliquely confirm that ISIS is our baby and our association with Saudi means that we are the head of the snake not Russia as David Cameron recently said. 

US Military Expertise

Quite a long time ago I worked for the US Military in Giessen, an hour's north of Frankfurt selling Harleys and US made Cars to military personnel on their PX Camps. I dealt with all types from full bird Colonels to Private First Class (PFC) soldiers. The little fella above was from Puerto Rico, and I recall he taught me a lesson in paperwork which I was too naive to disbelieve but it was kind of genius.

There's more on this subject from 2009, including how I learned the military are as Kissinger said to General Alexander Hague.

NSA Controls German Spies

The Transnational Mafia run things.

Merkel Must Listen

Imagine if we had politicians or journalists who stated facts and asked questions like Ms Wagenknecht? 

This is a must see before the Kiev Oligarchs and Western Warmongers drag Europe into war.

Cate Shortland - Lore

After six hours of Hitler's point of view in 'The Greatest Story Never Told' (see next post) I wasn't in the mood for a clichéd German-defeat narrative. However, Cate Shortland's Lore is a beautiful movie and steers well clear of the simple minded diagnosis of Shoah Business, nasty Nazis and Heroic Brits.

I just watched a snotty Guardian review of the movie which I totally disagree with. The movie is less about the journey than looking at the steps along the way and that starts with the first stubbing out of a cigarette by a man in his own mansion-like house on the floor. If the Guardian reviewers were paying less attention to the 'dressing' they may have spotted the leitmotif of steps along the way.

I thought the movie was going to spiral into predictable victimhood when a character reveals their Jewish identity but surprisingly it acts as a catalyst and takes the movie into new areas that the media usually avoid.

I'm all filled up on the forgotten genocides of the Second World War at the moment but this movie didn't take me over the edge and is repeatedly elegant in each film. The female star of the movie, Lore is unforgettable in terms of young German beauty and her uninvited companion delivers a role that is far more complex than I first assumed. I'm now going to watch Cate's other movie Somersault based on what she achieved in Lore. 

Rainer Werner Fassbinder | Ali: Fear Eats The Soul

Fear eats the soul is a film about loneliness. An elderly German widow comes together with a younger Moroccan man [Ali] and the outpouring of prejudice from the people in her life who ordinarily have little time for her as a woman and a human is painful to observe.

It's set in 1974 Germany and so for me was powerfully evocative as I lived there during that time and the 70's polyester prints neatly sum up the mass production post war colour that crept into peoples lives as the 'wirtschaftwunder' economic miracle began heating up after the total destruction of Germany during the war.

It's a spell binding movie with Fassbinder's idiosyncratic style of taking only one shot of each scene and so if you're paying attention a few mistakes creep in but it just gives it the feel of great theatre and writing.

In real life Ali was Fassbinder's boyfriend. Brigitte Mira's performance as Emmi is moving and Fassbinder himself makes a cameo performance as a work shy racist son in law.

This is the second film I've seen from the director after the 15 hour marathon of Berlin Alexanderplatz  that I wrote about over here. Ali's German is so broken that I understood every word as my own command of German has become so rusty it's barely useful if I try to use it.

In some ways Fassbinder comes across like a German Ozu with his sparse directing and key doorway framing shots. I doubt this film will be up on Youtube for too long so watch it while you can as it doesn't need the high definition that modern productions demand.

Bankrupt America Steals Germany's Gold

The US and the UK are  bankrupt. The only reason the dollar is used is because the Anglo American alliance uses violence when countries reject their mickey mouse greenback like Libya did.

The Federal Reserve doesn't even have the Gold that was put in 'safe storage' by the American's after the war. It's theft and they've spunked it on paranoid visions of global terror. 

That's another fairy tale story that is beginning to fall apart.

Nevermind - Twenty Years Later

Two decades ago I'd been listening to Nirvana's Nevermind for a couple of weeks while I was living in the town of Giessen in Germany at the age of 23 selling Harley Davidsons, Chryslers and GM vehicles to US military troops. Three of us headed to Amsterdam one weekend and I put the Nevermind cassette in the car stereo. It wasn't long before Russell, the former punk exclaimed 'what is this shit', Geoff agreed immediately and so it didn't get a full play. 

I can't remember if it was on the way there, or on the return journey back to Giessen but we'd run out of music so it got another play and by the time we arrived back home the other two had becoming raving lunatics about how good this incredible album was. Nevermind became our anthem for much more frequent runs down to Frankfurt in the Corvette or the Jeep show vehicles. It was here we scored cannabis resin and explored the downtown area of brothels, pimps, pushers, junkies and transsexuals around the Hauptbahnhoff till early in the morning before heading back to Giessen to the soundtrack of Nirvana's Nevermind.


I wont burden you with my album review as there are other top twenty emotions I'd much rather write about and I think Stuart Maconie of The New Statesman has done a good job. Here's the bits I liked.



To understand the seismic impact of Nevermind and of that incendiary first single, "Smells Like Teen Spirit", in particular, one has to hear it - metaphorically at least - through the cheap, fizzing foam headphones of late-1980s pop. Nirvana emerged, to paraphrase Auden, at "the fag end of a low, dishonest decade", at least as far as mass-market pop went. MTV had nullified and sedated white rock. Madonna and Michael Jackson were at creative lows. Hip-hop, after the firestorms of Public Enemy and NWA, had fizzled out in the vaudeville of MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice. Alternative rock largely meant REM, who were huge but spoke now to the constituency that also bought Annie Lennox and Bruce Springsteen records, rather than to disaffected teens.


"I've been confronted by people wanting to beat me up, by people heckling me and being so drunk and obnoxious because they think I'm this pissy rock-star bastard who can't come to grips with his fame . . . I was in a rock club the other night . . . and one guy comes up, pats me on the back and says, 'You've got a really good thing going, you know? Your band members are cool, you write great songs, you affected a lot of people, but, man, you've really got to get your personal shit together!' Then another person comes up and says, 'I hope you overcome your drug problems.' All this happens within an hour while I'm trying to watch the Melvins, minding my own business."

Crop Formation - Oberschleissheim, Munich, Bavaria, Germany

This formation gives me a better feel than the previous two I blogged. The formation was discovered on July 31, 2011 in a field at Oberschleissheim near Munich in the federal state of Bavaria. Its diameter is about 80 Meters wide and the arms of this five-fold "star" are made of partly overlapping circles that are proportioned in relation to the "Golden Section" (see: diagram). It seems that the formation is already some days or weeks old - if true this would make it hard to judge its original condition. One year before, on July 16, 2010, a formation was discovered in a field just next to this year's crop circle. Via Crop Circle Connector.

Webster Tarpley

Webster Tarpley's latest broadcast is an instant classic. I like Webster but because of his deep expertise and familiarity with global string pullers it's tough work keeping an eye on his information for cleanliness. i.e. agenda free (those German economic indicators for example). Having said that if you really want to know how the world ticks and you've figured out that TV is only there to program you to cheer on the next war, celebrate rising house prices, applaud tightened belts and generally indulge in economic-propping consumer-shopping while taking out loans you can't afford, spending credit cards you don't need and ignoring the largest transfer of wealth in history streaming under your nose while reading your daily corporate bugle then Webster is your man.

I only wish he would take the leap, connect the dots and figure out the secretive clubs running the upper echelons of the CIA and the City of London. Once that is clearer the worlds strangeness becomes a little less foggy and the next level of deceit gets the attention it deserves and the heat turned up on them. They like it hot.