Mittwoch, 25. Juni 2025
In the 90s, I knew a 19-year-old Turkish jazz player who played bass more refined than 60 Austrian jazz players in the Viennese jazz scene. Austrians chased us Iranians for a lot of things, especially clubbing, parties, and they wanted to be insiders alongside us. The way these parents (our fans of yesterday) raised their children is pure and explosive: complex, envy, and feelings of inferiority: These are ours, our music, our art, our paintings, our antiques, our singers, our records. Ridiculous assholes from the 80s and 90s. What would Viennese nightlife be like without Persians, Turks, and Africans? good night
I remember in 1993 this bar was off-limits to foreigners, entry at your own risk, so I visited every night. The jukebox mix for 10 shillings accelerated the antipathy: a Europe without taste, education, culture, and class? My ten shillings, my three songs. I had more ten-shilling coins than any other foreigner. The fuck parade escalated one night, a regular complained and threatened someone next to me, my fan, a drunk who had been cheated on and abandoned by his wife. He took my side and screamed. I made the best of it, I threw ten shillings back into the jukebox and swayed to "Fly Me to the Moon" by Frank Sinatra and pointed out to Gust'l that "you'll fly high to the moon if you make one more noise." He didn't understand my nonsense, but he flew away and never came back. Never again.
I haven't allowed anyone to film or photograph me, but apparently the state wants to continue this fascism, namely 25 years of Stasi financial dealings with illegal pornography, a secret camera system, and thus ruining and burning my existence. and of course a slow painful death in front of cameras through poisoning. The state promises in the event of general silence, the mass murder of my ethnicity and tribe.
Dienstag, 24. Juni 2025
Well, I have to admit, I farted twice today, then I made a bet with myself: was the first one an Interior Ministry agent or a Foreign Ministry swine agent? My underwear was clean both times, so it was. Look for killer bastards in police journal service offices and police stations, you idiots, what do you want from me? Look for your poisoners, Nazis, and racial murderers on a course of mass murder, you shit, you nazi bastards
The bill and balance are open: Vienna sees itself, or rather the police, as privileged to kill races through poisoning and manslaughter. They played games with the Islamic government of Iran to prevent criminal charges against terrorism, but they had in mind the killing of ancient Iranians, Negro Jews-Armenian origin. Thus, Elam Vmat2. My grandfather's line: Melchior's line, the king, magician, and prophet's line.
Listen, the EU has a racial war with us, a long-term strategy until we become dry mummy, actually, a concentration camp ritual. So arm yourselves, organize websites, Facebook, YouTube, upload the evidence first, secure the evidence, then think about as many victims and commotion as possible. Outrage by crossing the red lines is recommended, I mean as drastic as possible.
In the last 20 years, anti-Semitism has been nowhere like in Austria. It's against Elami mother and two children. Even African tribal warfare isn't as filthy as the Austrian political upper class, judges, and civil servants, primitive little shitty existence. Far from civilized, like primitive anti-Semitic animals.
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