Zionism is a White Occupied Cult

 It seems to be a tried-and-true trope even if it is a bit of a tired one for a seasoned Oliver Stone-style conspiracy enthusiast such as myself. The dreaded Zionist Occupied Government (or ZOG if your nasty) is really just a very nineties take on the ancient notion of the Jews secretly controlling everything from the banks to the claw machine at your local Chuck E. Cheese. 

Naturally, all racism aside, I've always found the notion a tad bit hard to swallow. There are clearly a number of high-ranking power brokers of Jewish descent among the Western elites and there has been for some time, but the numbers are poultry compared to nearly every other genre of honky and nobody's losing their shit over the Scotch-Irish Occupied Government. 

Gross story short; as much as I may despise Zionism along with every other school of racial supremacy, the notion of said Zionists calling the shots at the country club has always felt a bit like the tentacle wagging the Cthulhu to me, that is until recently when October 7th seemed to collide with the second Trump Administration like a wayward meteorite. 

While America continues its excruciatingly long-awaited collapse into militarily overextended post-colonial irrelevance, with a series of increasingly Yeltsin-like clown-thugs from Donald Trump to Joe Biden to Donald Trump again polluting the mainstage of their plutocratic puppet theatre, Israel has turned its own private 9/11 into a license for untrammeled manifest destiny. 

In the Gaza Strip, they carried out the most blatantly unapologetic final solution since the one their ancestors endured, shrugged off the international outrage, and then just started committing a second one in Lebanon before the blood even finished congealing beneath their cuticles. All while the least selfless plutocrat on earth somehow just decides to selflessly do their dirty work in Tehran during an election year.

It's hard to be sure of just how much of what is influencing what right now, but Donald Trump is clearly acting under the influence of something stronger than his overproof ego and all the strings seem to lead back to Tel Aviv. 

While the Epstein Files have made it grotesquely clear that the Donald's own sexual predations made him an easy mark for what appears to have been a crypto-Zionist honeypot long before he crossed paths with AIPAC, even if we are to assume that Orange-Man-Bad didn't lynch himself like a marionette in the nineties with his pedophilic predilections there is still the undeniable fact that he is a desperate serial failure whose latest bout of electoral bankruptcy was paid off by a perverse coalition of Ziocon casino goons and their billionaire AI allies in Silicon Valley.

The only oligarchs who have spent more money on the Trump brand than the Adelson mafia are the tech bros in Peter Thiel's PayPal Mafia, who have also uncoincidentally turned the killing fields of the Levant into their own private testing ground for the kind of high-tech murder machinery that's putting those young guns in contention to replace the old guard of the American military industrial complex with actual goddamn robots. 

All of these factors come together to create a once improbable scenario in which Benjamin Netanyahu can tell an American strongman in his own Situation Room that if he doesn't commit midterm harikari by killing the Ayatollah himself then Israel will and they will use American troops stationed in the region as human shields to get away with it.

And this wasn't even the most blatant Zionist power grab of 2026 either. That distinction belongs to the recently proposed National Defense Authorization Act for 2027 which includes provisions that would basically merge America's federal defense apparatus with Israel's while granting a foreign nation an agent within the Pentagon and shifting congressional oversight responsibilities to the same building. 

All of which occurs while Palantir, the Thiel helmed corporation essentially tasked with running the IDF's entire AI nervous system, is also being granted contracts from Trump to create the blueprints for a plot that would put the company in charge of erasing the boundaries between virtually every federal agency from the IRS to the IDF-imbedded State Department before lumping them all into a single AI streamlined federal database.

Needless to say, the amount of access being granted to Israel and their Silicon Valley enablers by the current Trump regime is nothing less than unprecedented and as if this three-ring shit circus weren't absurd enough to be a Monty Python sketch, the whole fucking farce was made painfully possible by neo-Nazi thugs like the Proud Boys and the Oath Keepers who gave a dayglow Zionist cuck white power street cred with their macho suburban guerrilla theater. Josheph goddamn Goebbels couldn't make this shit up with a swimming pool of acid to inspire him.  

So then, if I can just catch my breath, were the antisemites in the Patriot Movement right after all? Has America become a Zionist occupied government? Not exactly, at least not in the way David Duke envisions it, but you probably have to comprehend a few little-known historical facts about Zionism before you can truly grasp this, so I beg you once again to bear with me now.

The first and perhaps most important thing you need to know is that Zionism has very little to do with Judaism or even Semitism for that matter and neither does Israel. Both the notion of the Jewish people as an ethnicity rather than a religious sect and Israel as a nation to be ruled by them are the invention of a small collection of wealthy secular Ashkenazi Jews in 19th century Central Europe. 

These men called themselves Zionists and based a large portion of their ideology on the colonialist European supremacy then vogue among antisemites in Germany and the UK. It should come as little surprise that most Jews of that era considered these pompous gangsters to be fucking lunatics, but said lunatics still managed to wedge their way into the Holy Land anyway by making friends with other European racists.

The English used Zionist extremists to subdue Arab resistance to their post-Ottoman mandate in Palestine only to see these kosher shock troops bite the hand that fed them when they grew hungry for more. What followed was an escalating series of terrorist attacks and new alliances. The Zionists of both Palestine and Germany actually worked closely with the Nazis to achieve their shared goal of removing the Jews from Europe. Their partnership only fell apart when Hitler decided that genocide was cheaper than ethnic cleansing, but even then, the Zionists managed to manipulate the horrors committed by their former allies in order to convince Holocaust survivors to jump ship.

What those shellshocked refugees boarded however was at its dark heart a white supremacist enterprise designed by Ashkenazi supremacists who actually despised the distinctly Semitic culture of the Levant and saw their nation building project as a mission to Europeanize the Orient by any means necessary and this included its native Jews whom they labeled Mizrahim and herded into West Bank ghettos to act as human shields.

This grotesque farce is rendered from sickening to downright grotesque by the preponderance of evidence compiled by Israeli intellectuals like historian Schlomo Sand and geneticist Eran Ehak suggesting that the blessed Ashkenazi are likely the ancestors of Caucasian Jewish converts with no real ancestral link to the Holy Land whatsoever. In fact, it appears that the original Jews weren't forced into European exile at all; they were converted to Islam and became the Palestinians being slaughtered by Ashkenazi white supremacists as we speak.

With all that being said, your average Zionist today isn't even a secular nonbeliever of dubious Semitic lineage; your average Zionist today is a goddamn Evangelical Christian. There are roughly 15 million Jews worldwide. Only 37% of them or 5.5 million identify as Zionists. However, somewhere between 20 and 50 million American Evangelicals identify as Christian Zionists, a lunatic apocalyptic cult that believe Jesus won't return until the Jews ethnically cleanse the Levant, at which point they will either convert or burn in hell.

The amount of influence that these psychos wield over Washington cannot be overstated. They essentially own the GOP with both the Speaker of the House Mike Johnson and the Secretary of War Pete Hegseth among the faithful. They have also long held an incredible amount of influence over Israel, with deep connections to Benjamin Netanyahu and his Likud Party that span decades. 

In all likelihood, Israel would not be even a quarter as stark raving mad or rapaciously cruel as they are today without this influence and in many ways the Ashken-Nazis now pulling the strings on the most brazenly fascistic White House since Andrew Jackson are simply returning the favor. 

So, here we are now where we started in more ways than one. As the disintegration of Western Civilization accelerates, the weight of the empire is once again shifting. 250 years after the center of white supremacy pivoted from the Royals of Windsor to the colonialists of the New World, that vile creature is pivoting once again from the pedophiles of Washington to the colonialists of Tel Aviv by way of the technofascist opportunists of Silicon Valley. 

Regardless, the elites who run this whole fucking corpse factory remain overwhelmingly European.

The Ashkenazi supremacists are certainly giving the WASPs a run for their money when it comes to the distinctly martial art of white victimhood, but the numbers don't lie. America may or may not be a Zionist Occupied Government of sorts, but Zionism itself is just another White Occupied Cult.

So, don't bitch to me about ZOG while you give the rest of the country club a pass, because there is no defeating ZOG without first smashing WOC. Put that bumper sticker on your pickup truck and ride, you goddamn patriots. This apocalypse is giving me the fits.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

*  My Doorbell by the White Stripes

*  Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon

*  White Minority by Black Flag

*  Last Caress by the Misfits

*  I'm Your Puppet by James & Bobby Purify

*  Videogames by Lana Del Rey

*  Sing Me Spanish Techno by the New Pornographers

*  Everyone Wants to Live Forever by Flaming Lips

*  Not by Big Thief

*  The Man Who Sold the World by David Bowie

Imperial Rape Culture at the Dawn of the Israeli Century

 Nobody likes to talk about rape, but it seems morally absurd not to considering that it seems to be everywhere you look; from frat row to death row, from the Vatican to Nickelodeon, from ICE to the IDF, from Trump to Platner and back to Trump again. I know that my own abuse has rendered me a bit hypervigilant, but you don't have to have CPTSD to know which way the wind blows, and you'd have to be dangerously anesthetized from the neck up not to recognize that anyone and everyone with any modicum of power seems to be copping a feel and most of them are getting away with it.

Speaking as an anarchist, I strongly believe that it is precisely that power which is the defining factor here and it's a factor that most mainstream feminists conveniently ignore as they aim high for the glass ceiling. American capitalism is and has always been a colonialist enterprise built on a foundation of conquest, and sexual violence has been at the cornerstone of military conquest going back to the Golden Horde.

So, it should come as little surprise that rape was the favored tool of the western civilizers who built the Pax-American leviathan, from the sainted Catholic Conquistadors who turned the "New World" into a chattel brothel by sexually trafficking the women and children of every tribal nation they "discovered" to our blessed Founding Fathers who used the routine defilement of their own slaves to keep their plantations in line.

Today, this fine tradition of predatorial manifest destiny continues perhaps most brazenly with our client state of Israel's conspiracy to remake the Middle East in their own decidedly European image while their American masters continue to hemorrhage international influence with levels of unhinged debauchery that put Caligula to shame. 

In the shadow of the Epstein Files, a series of leaks have been unleashed from inside Israel's Sde Telman Military Base, transformed into the nation's largest prison camp during the latest stage of Gaza's final solution, exposing a dirty IDF secret that Palestinian activists have been talking about for decades. 

It turns out that sexual violence has been a downright routine tactic used by Israel's Zionist gestapo against the Palestinian people for decades, to the degree that entire generations of young men and women inside Gaza and the West Bank carry scars that occasionally mutate into the kind of black rage and suicidal nihilism that tore through 21 kibbutzim on October 7th.

The response to this revelation from the Israeli public has been one of shock and outrage; shock that anyone cares and outrage over the arrest of a handful of baby-faced IDF rapists by the Israeli government to save face on a world stage that has grown weary of their barbarism. Crowds of Israeli citizens, including elected members of the Knesset stormed Sde Telman and other glorified rape camps, not in defense of the victims but in defense of the predators, demanding the immediate release and reinstatement of men caught on tape savaging restrained detainees with jagged foreign objects.

This is what real rape culture looks like. It isn't merely a culture of permissiveness towards downright routine sexual violence; it is a culture of permissiveness towards the carnal whims of institutional power itself and I for one believe that the only way to truly grasp this evil is to grasp the nature of rape itself.

Studies based on the firsthand accounts of both victims and offenders alike show that the act of rape is an act of power above all else; a crime of violence, degradation, control and intimidation. In other words, rape is a very visceral form of governance. A means of extreme biological authoritarianism.

This is why pretty much every category of marginalized people experience far greater rates of sexual violence than the general public, this is why children of every gender are raped by predominantly heterosexual predators, and this is why male prisoners are frequently raped by equally heterosexual correctional officers. These aren't acts of sexual excess or blips on the radar. This is institutional power taken to its natural conclusion. The Conquistadors understood this and the IDF does as well. Sexual violence on a massive and systemic level is the most effective way to break resistant communities and turn the pieces left behind into compliant, pliable citizenry.

This is also why an overwhelming percentage of powerful men can be connected to credible accusations of sexual assault. It is not a coincidence that Israel uses the very rape culture it participates in not just to violate captive Arabs but to get away with it as well. Jeffrey Epstein was revealed to be suspected by our own Federal Bureau of Investigations of being an Israeli intelligence asset right around the time one of his former wingmen, current president Donald J. Trump, launched a war pretty much guaranteed to fail in Iran, a war which blew the doors wide open for Israel's longtime goal of raping and pillaging their northern neighbors in Lebanon.

This isn't a conspiracy. This isn't a cabal of adrenochrome slurping ghouls in Mardi Gras masks. This is what happens when entire institutions of power are built on a foundation of sexual degradation. This is what happens when generations of children are carefully groomed from a young age never to tell anyone these institutions deem to be a trusted adult 'no.' This is what happens when the state is allowed to create an 'allowed' class in order to maintain their monopoly on the use of force. 

Parents are allowed. Cops are allowed. Priests are allowed. Politicians are allowed. White men in crisp uniforms with shiny medallions pinned to their barrel chests are allowed. Allowed to tax, allowed to detain, allowed to defile...

Five of our last seven presidents are accused sexual predators because they were allowed. 250 goddamn years of My Lai massacres and Abu Ghraib photo-ops told them that the most powerful man on earth is allowed to violate whatever or whoever the fuck he wants. After all, none other than Thomas Jefferson has been pretty much proven to have fucked the people he called property and isn't he some kind of a goddamn American hero?

I am an anti-imperialist and an anarchist for the same reason that I am a committed feminist. Because when I was a child, two men granted the authority of demigods by the Catholic Church raped me in the upstairs bedroom of a smalltown rectory. Their uniforms and the institutions they represented told them and many others like them that they were allowed access to every square inch of a screaming five-year-old girl just like the uniforms of the IDF tell young virile Europeans that they are allowed access to every square inch of "the Orient."

I stand with their victims shouting, 'no means no!' with battered fists raised high. 

No means no more conquest of anyone's indigenous soil. No means no more prisons where the color of your uniform designates the predator from the prey. No means no more hallowed institutions where predators hide like serpents in the heat of the limelight. No means no more broken fucking childhoods, yours or mine. No means no more empires, no more kings, no more gods and masters, no more rapists and the states that empower them.

No means no, and no means fuck you I won't do what you tell me.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

*  Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine

*  Caught a Light Sneeze by Tori Amos

*  Smack My Bitch Up by the Prodigy

*  Lasting Friend by Samia

*  Dethroned Emperor by Celtic Frost

*  Dicknail by Hole

*  Me and a Gun by Tori Amos

*  I Like Fucking by Bikini Kill

*  Family Man by Nitzer Ebb

*  My War by Black Flag

 

Dear Amerika: A Desperate Plea from a Bastard Daughter

 Dear Amerika,

It's me Nicky. You know, the genderfuck gonzo raconteur with all the knives in her purse.

Or perhaps you know me by my Indian name; That-Bitch.

That bitch with all the unsolicited opinions.

That bitch with the prick beneath her macramé skirt.

That bitch who never learned to shut the fuck up.

Even after eleven years in a parochial gulag the size of a Canal Street sweatshop.

That bitch that all the priests took turns on behind the rectory.

That bitch who vomited up obscenities in between their rancid cocks.

That bitch that the Vatican smashed into a dozen dissociative dykes with razor blades strapped to their thighs.

That bitch who never stood for the Pledge of Allegiance.

That bitch who never learned to wait her turn.

That bitch who wasn't really going to burn the school down, I swear it.

That bitch with all the drawings of men with big guns and no faces.

That bitch who just wanted to know what the inside of the girl's room looked like, honest.

That bitch who had too many sluts for friends that she never tried to fuck.

That bitch who took all the pills and read all the banned books and never tried and only lip-synced the hymns and went crazy after graduation and didn't leave the house for a decade and only came out to Queer the children and arm them to the teeth and still isn't trying.

You know, that bitch with the dirty pink hair. Yeah, that's the one.  

But this letter isn't really about me. This letter is about you, Amerika.

You and your big fucking day. Your 250th birthday.

Where has all the time gone?

Where did all the Indians go?

Where have all the flowers gone?

It seems like just yesterday you were lynching Turtle Island with your training bra and just look at you now!

You have become such a handsome and heinous colossus over the centuries.

How many bases is it now? In how many countries?

Please accept my sincerest condolences for your recent spate of failed regime changes.

You can't win them all.

And hey, you still got to kill most of their children. 

That was always your favorite part after all, wasn't it?

Kicking back in the iron bosom of some floating steel archipelago loaded with led.

Firing off million-dollar phallic ordinances into elementary school playgrounds and then shrugging it all off with, "Who me? Couldn't be."

Remember My Lai? Remember Ludlow? Remember Hiroshima?

Remember East Timor, Kent State, Attica, Fallujah, Watts, Waco, Belgrade, Ruby Ridge, Cobbs Creek, Grenada and Wounded Knee?

So many good times.

So many schoolyards littered with bright brass shells that twinkled like stardust beneath a blood moon.

So many tiny caskets wrapped like Christmas presents in foreign flags and soiled ten-dollar bills.  

So many lonesome burial grounds on windswept plateaus.

Verdant gardens of juvenile ghosts, forgotten but not lost, buried but not dead.

Where did all those good times go?

Maybe they're being paid back to you in squadrons of exploding paper planes thrown by starving heretics with broken fingers.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to be glib.

But I didn't invent karma either.

That was some other some-bitch with six arms and sixty personalities.

I really am sorry about Donald Trump.

I know that isn't the knight in white shining armor you always dreamt of carrying you across the Rubicon and molesting you to climax on a bed of pilfered coins and thorned roses.

It must be so disappointing realizing that you've peaked in the stubby arms of a bronzer-greased pedophile whispering the words to elevator music in your ear while he gently grabs you by the pussy.

It must be tragic knowing that this is how it ends.

Not with a Reich or a crown or Camelot or even Disneyland.

But with a monster truck rally over the ruins of Ozymandias.

With your Zionist dauphins waiting in the cheap seats with loaded Carcano's.

Ready and willing to bum rush the show like you did to your royal masters 250 years ago.

Oh, you were so ravishing back in those days.

Those good old days.

Those all-or-nothing days.

When every slave master with a musket and a powdered whig was a revolutionary waxing philosophic about rights and liberty and democracy for some.

When a cabal of handsome young English aristocrats decided to ditch the King, go rogue, and declare themselves to be a nation.

When empires became colonies, colonies became republics, and republics became empires.

Everything seemed possible and nothing but unvanquished soil lied ahead.

But none of it was ever really real. Even you must realize that by now.

It was a phantasy. The grandiose fever dreams of a virile master race.

It was always temporary.

It was always just a matter of time before we became the Redcoats and some other dream team of sexy upstart psychopaths with jagged smiles pulled some train on us the way we've been pulling a train on the rest of the world for a quarter of a millennia.

But we'll always have the lies.

The mythology we fell for beneath the hellish glow of rockets' red glare over the baseball stadium.

The pilgrims and the noble savages and the grateful freemen.

Honest Abe and Manifest Destiny and the Good War.

The shining city on the hill and the responsibility to protect and the indispensable nation blowing up the world one sandbox at a time.

For freedom and feminism and Coca-Cola and apple pie and capitalism and shopping malls and Marlboros and Hollywood and Haliburton and Raytheon and Boeing and Bed, Bath & Beyond.

But I didn't type up this rant just to kick dirt in your eye, Amerika. Honestly, I didn't.

In fact, in spite of it all, in spite of all the horror and slavery and genocide and graveyards packed with tiny caskets, I still love you Amerika. Or at least part of me does.

I loved getting shitfaced on moonshine and losing what was left of my innocence to colored girls in the backs of stollen Cadillacs at the drive-in movie theater.

I loved dancing alone in my mother's sundress to my father's Nancy Sinatra records.

I loved rolling joints laced with angel dust in the women's room at CBGBs with Debbie Harry and Patti Smith.

I loved gangsta rap and gun shows and doing the twist.

I loved shooting tin cans and dropping acid and speeding through the desert after midnight.

I loved getting high and breaking all your stupid fucking rules.

I loved Bacon's Rebellion and Stonewall and the Seminole Nation and Max's Kansas City and the Factory and the Sunset Strip and the Forty-Deuce.

I loved Thomas Paine and Lucy Parsons and Abby Hoffman and Little Richard and Malcolm X and Judy Garland and Wendy O. Williams and Allen Ginsberg and Russell Means.

I loved you, Amerika, in all your filthy naked glory.

But enough is enough, and 250 years is enough.

So, I wrote you a letter, Amerika.

I wrote you this letter.

To ask you to stop.

To stop dropping bombs on Third World villages.

To stop raping children like prisoners in compulsory schools.

To stop raping prisoners like children in your glorified concentration camps.

To stop building robots that kill.

To stop building robots that anything.

To stop drawing ungovernable borders in the fucking desert.

To stop paying Israel to replace you when you're gone.

But most of all just to fucking stop.

I love you Amerika, but the world can't take another 250 days of this shit, let alone another 250 years. 

If you love me, if you've ever loved any of us, impeach everyone, defund everything, hand your nukes over to Palestine and your guns to the homeless.

Because this country, this world, and That-Bitch desperately needs you to die.

Peace, Love and Empathy,

Your bastard daughter,

Nicky Reid

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Soliloquy

*  Awful by Hole

*  Where Have All the Flowers Gone by Pete Seeger

*  Cherry Bomb by the Runaways

*  Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangsta by Ghetto Boys

*  There Won't Be Many Coming Home by Roy Orbison

*  Sex Bomb by Flipper

*  Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nancy Sinatra

*  Cop Killer by Body Count

*  Dreaming by Blondie

*  Dive by Nirvana

*  The End by the Doors

*  Venice Bitch by Lana Del Rey

*  American Music by Violent Femmes