Jewish Music for the End

One “Linh Dinh” has just pointed out Jack Yellen’s masterpiece, “Happy Days Are Here Again!” was released as the Great Depression started. Predictably, a Holocaust denier and violent Hamas supporter leapt in to spew, “Jews will compose the score for the end of the world.” Batty Dinh then released Happy Days Are Here Again!

At $16.99 for 192 pages of AI generated or copy-and-paste garbage, I can’t imagine any fool buying his “book.” Its pitch is bad enough, “Read here about Katy Perry, Bob Dylan, Chris Chan, Barbra Streisand, Ron Unz, Jewjabs…” Three Jews followed by “Jewjabs” exposes this “author” as just another Jew basher. Slyly, he wedges a white supremacist pervert, Chris Chan, between two Hebraic geniuses.

Evoking the Great Depression, the idiot implies something is wrong with the economy, but consider this 4/14/24 Wall Street Journal headline, “‘Envy of the World’—U.S. Economy Expected to Keep Powering Higher.” Would you believe some self-publishing clown or the Wall Street Journal? The US economy isn’t just strong, but the universe’s envy.

Jewish Nobelist Pau Krugman concurs, “When it comes to economic news, we’ve had so much winning that we’ve gotten tired of winning, or at any rate blasé about it. Last week, we got another terrific employment report—job growth for 39 straight months—and it feels as if hardly anyone noticed.”

Enough with the economy, let’s talk Katy Perry! I never tire of admiring that fine shiksa in “Bon Appetit”! Celebrating female beauty and empowerment, it’s a feminist classic. Just 27 seconds in, we get a crotch shot of Perry under a plastic sheet, a lovely carcass ready to be butchered, but no, this blonde babe is still alive!

Nine men enter the creepy, blue lit freezer, but it’s no gang bang, so don’t fap yet. These dudes of color are just cooks! A chef’s knife comes down hard near her triangle. Perry’s curving hip rises in the half dark. To whiten her further, this pale chick is tossed into flour, you know the joke, but she ain’t fat. They knead Perry’s ass, twist her doughy legs impossibly then lift them up, so a tantalizing cunt tease can be seen from above. Since pricks do point up, but not that, this vaginal vista is artfully blasphemous. Hallelujah!

Thanks to Lucian Grange and Sherry Lansing, Perry’s transformation from some gospel singing girl to world class whore is complete. Her sick Christian mother forbade Perry to eat Lucky Charms since “luck” sounds like “Lucifer.” In her insane household, deviled eggs became “angeled eggs.” These broke assed crackers got by on foodstamps and their church pantry.

Without the music industry, Katy Perry, Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus and Lady Gaga would be eating dogfood.

With flaxen hair extending to her elbows, Perry lies on a chopping board, singing, as chopped onion, tomato, carrot, yellow squash, parsley, celery and pointed cabbage are bombarded onto her prone body. Tilted, she slides into a boiling crock pot. With her eyes glazed orgasmically, Perry settles in as if she’s in a jacuzzi. Shiksa has never had it so good. High living for entertaining plebians has its price.

So you want some more?
Well, I'm open 24 (woo)
Wanna keep you satisfied
Customer's always right (woo)
Hope you've got some room?
For the world's best cherry pie (woo)
Gonna hit that sweet tooth, (ayy) boy

Her meat is basted as you bate. Perry’s stuck out tongue is scorched by a culinary torch. Shot with a purple flame, her pink lingual papillae bluely smoke. That’s hot!

Suddenly we see a tattooed Oriental in a baseball cap. Since anyone can be inducted into Satanism, why not go along? Every politician, journalist and academic has.

Wheeled into a darkly opulent room, Perry is ready to be served. The cannibal diners are richly attired, bejeweled whites. We haven’t seen any besides the shiksa. Too old to be tasty to anyone, they must stuff their faces before the end.

Lording over them are three rapping blacks with their stacks of cash and bling. If you ain’t bejeweled, you ain’t shit. So cool, the Migos wear shades in the dark. Quavo:

I grab her legs and I divide, aight
Make her do a donut when she ride, aight
Looking at the eyes of a dime, make you blind
In her spine and my diamonds change the climate (yeah)

American poetry has never sounded better. Licking their chops, the white cannibals sit down to their feast, but suddenly, they’re strapped to their chairs when a golden eagle is turned by black hands. This Marxist twist means these evil whites are to be eaten, not the lavishly prepared shiksa.

A metal pole rises between Perry’s legs, so she gets up to expertly perform a lecherous dance. With crimson lips and heavily made up eyebrows and lashes, she leers demonically. As money showers on the laughing blacks, sous chefs of color come out to butcher. White blood splatters. It’s all wholesome, though, because there’s a cherry pie at the end, albeit with pink fingers, toes and ears sticking out.

A conspiracist theorist like “Linh Dinh” would point out that most the video is just shiksa porn, a Jewish specialty, and though Perry isn’t eaten, other whites will be, to the blacks’ delight. Seven years ago, this Dinh nutcase wrote about Rihanna’s “Bitch Better Have My Money”:

In the video, a rich white blonde is kidnapped, stripped, hung upside down, forced to drink vodka and inhaled pot, knocked out cold, submerged under water and generally humiliated nonstop by Rihanna and two sidekicks, a Hindu and another white woman, the last inserted to blunt, not too convincingly, the song’s anti-white thrust. An idiotic, leering white cop also appears, and at the video’s end, the kidnapped blonde’s blonde husband is tied up and stabbed to death.

Again, Dinh misses the Marxist, thus hopeful, logic. After being stiffed by evil whites, a sexy and intelligent woman of color is exacting some belated payback, not just for herself, but all people of color.

Dinh’s takes are so ridiculous, he’s routinely attacked by anonymous and pseudonymous whites. Even Muslim Kevin Barrett mocks his “Jewjab” nonsense. Pfizer and Moderna mRNA vaccines are perfectly safe and effective.

Just yesterday, Dinh posted this at his trafficless blog, “K-Pop Star Park Bo Ram Dead of Cardiac Arrest at 30.” Somehow, this is further proof there’s a “Jewjab genocide.”

So paranoid, Dinh’s fled to the Third World. Leaving American freedom, prosperity and hygiene behind, he’d rather eat rats among half naked savages. Meanwhile, our winning streak continues. America will keep kicking asses for centuries.