Deutschland, Stop Sucking!

[Vung Tau, 9/2/24]

9/2/24 was Vietnam’s National Day, so there were flags everywhere, displayed at homes and businesses, and on clothing or even faces. At Front Beach near me, there were hundreds of joyful citizens enjoying the long weekend and being Vietnamese. Many Vung Tau families fought on the losing side, so the older among them would rather see the South Vietnamese flag. This, they can get from music videos. Dressed in ARVN uniforms, California based singers still moan about missing home, mother or girlfriend.

As for the Stars and Stripes, they’re popular even among kids and grandkids of Commies. American pop culture is a thousand times more effective as propaganda than what’s indoctrinated in Vietnamese school.

Viets living in the West are also super effetive as Uncle Sam’s missionaries. Those who can afford to visit appear whiter, taller, fatter and generally better dressed, so they’re impressive even before they start boasting or tossing cash around. With the Vietnamese middle class swelling, it’s getting much harder to pick out who’s just returned from a nail salon, kitchen or office job overseas.

In Leipzig in 2015, a friend told me German flags were almost never seen outside soccer stadiums. Oliver also said he didn’t feel German at all. Though he warned me against exploring the surrounding countryside, I took random buses to tiny villages without getting beaten up, shot or lynched by Neo-Nazis. As I passed a Vietnamese restaurant in Wurzen, two lovely matrons emerged. Seeing me, one immediately shouted, “Chào ông!” At the farmers’ market in Leipzig, the guy I often bought bratwurst or weisswurst from also tried to say a few words to me in Vietnamese.

My Wurzen note from 12/11/15, “Before reunification, all of the old, beautiful buildings in East Germany were falling apart. Many, like the 13th century Paulinekirche in Leipzig, were even blown up. Though Bach and Mendelssohn had performed there, and Mendelssohn’s funeral mass was conducted there, the evil Communists didn’t give a damn. Citizens who protested the destruction were arrested.”

Had Oliver visited me in Philly, I would have introduced him to dozens of people. At bars across town, he could have met many of my acquaintances. Wandering around Leipzig with Oliver, I never saw him greet or wave to anyone. I actually introduced Oliver to one of my Leipzig friends, Léo Jarzabek. The young Frenchman was studying in Leipzig. Léo’s dad was a huge fan of the legendary punk band, La Souris Déglinguée, so of course Léo was impressed by a photo of me with its lead singer, the half Vietnamese Tai Luc. When Tai Luc died last year at age 65, it was Léo who alerted me.

Since Léo could sing, I wrote songs for him to perform in front of the Gewandhaus. Posted on YouTube, both of us would become immortal, like eight billion others. Léo wasn’t too comfortable with my lyrics, however. His heart wasn’t into it, so nothing happened. Here’s one song:

Our Großer Bro

Big Brother is in my Wasser.
Big Brother is in my culo.
When I wipe my asshole,
Big Brother comprende
I had shit to eat.

When I fly, Big Brother licks my Muschi.
When I sleep, Big Brother sucks my zob.
To protect me from Muslims and Putin, 
Big Brother must know what’s inside me.

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

Starting World War III, 
Big Brother wants me to worry
About micro aggression.

Spreading World War IV,
Big Brother wants me to protest
Manspreading.

Stoking up World War V,
Big Brother wants me to lose sleep
Over my latent transexuality,
Over my latent transexuality,
Over my latent transexuality…

Dummscheiße, there will only be one more war,
Then we will all have peace ever after,
Thanks to our großer Bro.

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

It’s said that a certain lady tried all of the seven arts, in turn. I can’t remember where I read that. Like her, I keep coming up with new ways to fail. I’ve flopped as a painter, petered out as a poet, been canceled as a fiction and non-fiction writer, and ignored as a photographer. I still have hope of breaking into the music business, however. Screw Léo, I’ll rap that motherfucker and everybody else under table!

A super smart kid, Léo could even speak Mandarin. Similar to Oliver, he didn’t feel very French. He didn’t care to define himself as European. You wouldn’t have caught him dead with a flag. I wonder what he’s thinking now, nine years later?

Predictably, there’s a resurgence of nationalism across Europe. According to the Jewjerked media, this is most alarming. Hitlers will emerge everywhere. Fascism is returning. If we don’t think of right vs. left, but simply totalitarianism, then it’s certainly surging, as schemed primarily by Jews. “Fascists” battling wokesters and “migrants” will allow the state to strip everyone of more liberties. Order must be restored.

Hitler saw the rise of globalist totalitarianism in Russia. Not only were Russians gulaged, starved and killed, their heritage, thus unique identity, was befouled and erased. To prevent Germany from suffering the same, Hitler had to attack. Globalist Jews inside Germany had to be neutralized. Working with Jews, he tried to send them to Palestine.

In 2013, K.I.Z released “Ich bin Adolf Hitler.” The video shows a fat, disgusting slob who sleeps on a messy couch surrounded by beer bottles, cigarette butts, dessicated remains of pizzas and pornography, with anal sex his preference. He’s always retching. Emerging into the hallway, Hitler sees sloppy graffiti and anti-Nazi stickers. One, “NIE WIEDER KRIEG. NIE WIEDER FASCHISMUS. NEO NAZIS STOPPEN!” NEVER AGAIN WAR. NEVER AGAIN FASCISM. STOP NEO NAZIS!

On the street, Hitler is insulted by Arabs. One throws a cup at him. A car slows. Inside are two blacks looking ultra cool in baseball caps. The one with shades spits fiercely at Hitler. Shoplifting a bottle of vodka, he’s chased by an immigrant shopkeeper. Bewildered, Hitler approaches four laughing Hasids. Knocking this blobby white man in a stained tank top to the ground, they kick and stomp him repeatedly, but there’s no blood. More realistic is the abundance of graffiti on buildings, a sure sign of residents who hate or at least don’t care about the common. The historical Hitler who inspired and mesmerized because of his ideas conveyed through fiery speeches has been deformed out of existence.

In David Wnendt’s 2015 film, Er ist wieder da [Look Who’s Back], Hitler is not depicted so grotesquely. The most interesting part of this film shows Oliver Masucci as Hitler interacting with ordinary Germans. They speak candidly about being voiceless and of losing their country to immigration. None come off as crazed Neo-Nazis. Beaten down over decades, they’re more resigned than angry. Normally, such Germans are never allowed to speak in their own voices. To show them to the world is Wnendt’s subversion, I insist. When speaking to the press, the director must toe the line, obviously. On 10/6/15:

“Our idea was to find out how people react to Hitler today, and to his ideas and to ask does he have a chance nowadays,” director David Wnendt told the Guardian. His conclusion? “Unfortunately yes.”

He said the film’s main aim was to make people laugh. “Germans should be able to laugh at Hitler, rather than viewing him as monster because that relieves him of responsibility for his deeds and diverts attention from his guilt for the Holocaust,” Wnendt said.

Since Italians and Spaniards have exactly the same problems, this film was remade in Italy and Spain with Mussolini and Franco as returning dictators.

In Vietnam, Ho Chi Minh has been recast as strictly a nationalist hero. Jewish poison doesn’t appeal to anyone here. Ditching Marxism, too many Viets have fallen for Uncle Sam’s opium, however. Feter Samuel’s blathering about freedom, democracy and the rule of law is hokum for the masses. His hypocrisy is more obscene by the day. Jewish bankers like Jacob Schiff and the Rothschilds funded Jewish Bolsheviks like Trotsky, Kamenev and Zinoviev, etc.

During the Vietnam War, the South’s motto was “tổ quốc trên hết.” Nation above all. The north inspired Viets to risk losing life and limbs with “chống Mỹ cứu nước.” Fight the Americans, save the nation. Germans had “Deutschland, über alles,” of course. Every nation that has endured must have a similar saying.

I close, then, with a soon to be famous song:

Deutschland, Stop Sucking!

No love for Deutschland.
No love for anybody
Except Uncle Sam.
No sex for Germany.
Stop breeding, y’all.

Deutschland, über alles,
So say the un PC,
So say the refugees.
Germany above all, for
We must get to Germany.

Deutschland, stop sucking
Uncle Sam’s obnoxious missile.
You have more pride than that.
You’re Germany, über alles.

American drones fly from Ramstein.
Their victims’ blood stains your soul. 
Sprouting missiles like porcupine quills,
You’re begging for death, Deutschland.

Germany, you must stop bending over
For the world’s greatest suicide bomber. 
Going down, Sam will blow us all up.
Where did you go, Deutschland?

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