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TSY #2 — Save the lives, not the land 🇺🇦

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Better save the lives than the land (for Ukraine)

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Recording date: January 17th

READINGS:

Ian Grey: Stalin - Man of History

Hunter S. Thompson: L.S.D.-25: Res Ipsa Loquitur from his volume »Songs of the Doomed«, page 93

TSY #2 Save the lives, not the land 🇺🇦

As a matter of fact, Wolodimir Selenski is carrying out an unjust war against Russia that was preventable also by his own actions. Selenski is sending his troops to missions like the defence of Bakhmut, that are by any strategic military points of view senseless and only lead to heavy losses of human lives. By no means I want to completely exculpate the Russian position and actions, which also contributed to this war. But I don’t want to judge Russia, because I don’t know the country so well. What I know are these western bourgeois states like Germany and I know they compose an empire of evil that brutally puts its citizen into mental jails, forbidding them to think outside of the government dictated box, the set of accepted views on policies, on history or even on health issues as seen during the covid pandemic. Who doesn’t comply to those norms is an outsider and will become socially isolated. And yes, there is a lot of wealth here so during our life time as working slaves who are forced to sell our work capacity to the bourgeois rulers and oligarchs, we can have some little joys infused by consumer goods, but in the end this society will throw us away to the garbage, as happens in the capitalist nursing homes, where there can be no adequate care for the old people because everything is subordinated to producing profit.

So what I want to say is that I rather feel inclined to make a judgement about the Selenski government than about Russia, because Ukraine committed itself to the western monopolistic power block and is now at its mercy - for example it could not survive without the loans granted by western countries or the weapons sent. And knowing this western power block like the back of my hand, I claim that it is not such a good idea to align oneself to the west. Because as seen in the past years already since 2014, when the US-sponsored coup occured in Ukraine, there was no economic development, no factories were built and the ukrainian labour market is still a disaster; it is almost impossible to find a job, even before the invasion last year.
The only thing the west cares about, is putting those ukrainian lands and citizens on the line in their strategic fight to weaken Russia, using Ukraine as a proxy against another power. This repeated pattern can be seen through most of the 20th century, for example in the wholly irrational and monstrously violent Vietnam war that the US and its allies fought for so many years, being under the delusion of fulfilling a holy mission and stopping the communist expansion. They always find new pretexts for those wars, but at the base they are an economic necessity in capitalism, the war machine needs to be oiled, new gear has to be tested, used in combat and the defence suppliers want to see their profit increase, for which end they pay the politicians, support their election campaign, so they will have their interest in mind. In Ukraine, it is clear that NATO and the western monopolistic block are the aggressors and Ukraine itself is merely the victim of this cynical geopolitics, dragging two countries to war and not caring about the thousands of lives sacrificed on the table of bourgeois profit seeking.

This system is not even to blame, because it is in its nature to be immoral, nor are the people; but the only moral action can be to replace the capitalist world order through a proletarian revolution, as demonstrated by the bolsheviks with staggering results for the countries of the Soviet Union.

The fact that western people are not rebelling and still buying this story their governments tell them about the war and how it’s totally Russias fault, that Russia is the aggressor, tells us a lot about how strong the mental rule, the ideological brainwashing power of today’s system is. With the internet, the news flow became way faster and all those bits and bytes floating around, filling up our cognitive space but soon vanishing and making room for the next scandal or arousing bit, only made this stranglehold over all of our brains even tighter, because people lose the ability to think about the world as a whole and grab onto the opinion of the majority, or of a fake majority created by the capitalist media outlets and their nonstop propaganda. It is a natural human behavior to go with the flow, the stream or the current, follow the path of least resistance, the path of the mass. And so it is natural to think like many friends of mine that I hold dearly, even my own brother, that it is right to send arms to Ukraine, it’s a legitimate position if Selenski rejects peace talks and rather wants to send a million of his people to death in order to regain a strip of land nobody heard or cared before, because supposedly Ukraine is only defending themselves — with this kind of thinking no confllict could be solved and it will lead to a violent bloody fight until the last man. Also it is not pure self defence if you tell your neighbor you want nuclear weapons from NATO to be directed potentially towards Moscow, as Selenski did in 2022, a few days before the russian invasion started. But the war was already ongoing and the ukrainian government was also directly responsible for the death of more than 10.000 of its own ukrainian people, killed in the fightings in Donbass since 2014.

The ukrainians are not to blame, this I need to clarify, neither the ones who had to stay nor the refugees who could luckily escape, it’s as explained normal to follow the consensus opinion. If you don’t read in the newspaper about the war that was already going on since 2014 and the thousands killed there, than this will simply not be part of your reality, because the media defines our reality. There is no way around this, of course one needs information but also should be looking at how to detoxicate from the abhorrent disgusting western propaganda that is enscripted in every media article written here. Therefore we, the revolutionaries need to establish new ways of communication, new media channels like in podcasting. Only this way we liberate ourselves from the rule over our heads and the terms, meanings, definitions we use, the thoughts we allow ourselves to think.

I kind of always wanted this podcast to be like a love letter, being directed only at one person — this idea struck me as quite romantic. Also therefore I am glad it is not that famous yet. Now it seems finally this time has come where my podcast acquires that distinct meaning and intention, but under very difficult circumstances, both personal and world historic. My only hope is that you can accept me for what I am and what I do — forgive me I didn’t tell you about this podcast in person, I was too shy… It would be great if we could be friends — this other stuff is too confusing sometimes, but friendship could be a good starting base.

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SPACE BOUND

We touch, I feel a rush, we clutch, it isn′t much
But it's enough to make me wonder what′s in store for us
It's lust, it's torturous, you must be a sorceress
′Cause you just did the impossible, gained my trust
Don′t play games, it'd be dangerous if you fuck me over
′Cause if I get burnt, I'ma show ya what it′s like to hurt
'Cause I′ve been treated like dirt befo' ya
And love is evol, spell it backwards, I'll show ya
Nobody knows me, I′m cold, walk down this road all alone
It′s no one's fault but my own, it′s the path I've chosen to go

Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever, so
Don′t ask me why I have no love for these mo'fuckin′ ho’s
Blood suckin' succubuses, what the fuck is up with this?
I′ve tried in this department, but I ain′t had no luck with this
It sucks, but it's exactly what I thought it would be
Like tryin′ to start over
I've got a hole in my heart for some kind of emotional roller coaster
Somethin′ I won't go on, so you toy with my emotions, ho, it′s over
It's like an explosion every time I hold ya, I wasn't jokin′ when I told ya
You take my breath away, you′re a supernova and I'm a

I′m a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon
And I′m aimin' right at you, right at you

250, 000 miles on a clear night in June

And I′m aimin' right at you, right at you, right at you

I'll do whatever it takes, when I′m with you I get the shakes
My body aches when I ain′t with you I have zero strength
There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths
Why do we say that until we get that person that we thinks
Gonna be that one and then once we get ′em, it's never the same?
You want ′em when they don't want you
Soon as they do, feelings change
It′s not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate
I wasn't lookin′ when I stumbled onto you, musta been fate
But so much is at stake, what the fuck does it take?

Let′s cut to the chase
'Fore the door shuts in your face, promise me if I cave in and break

And leave myself open that I won′t be makin' a mistake

′Cause I'm a

I′m a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon

And I'm aimin′ right at you, right at you
250, 000 miles on a clear night in June
And I′m aimin' right at you, right at you, right at you

So after a year and six months, it′s no longer me that you want
But I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once
I'll pour my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God
I′ll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms
Drop to my knees and I'm pleadin′, I'm tryin' to stop you from leavin′
You won′t even listen so fuck it, I'm tryin′ to stop you from breathin'
I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you, squeezin′
Till I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick
Ain't a possible reason I can think of
To let you walk up out this house and let you live
Tears stream down both of my cheeks, then I let you go and just give
And before I put that gun to my temple, I told you this

And I would′ve did anything for you to show you how much I adored you
But it's over now, it's too late to save our love
Just promise me you′ll think of me
Every time you look up in the sky and see a star ′cause I'm a

I′m a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon
And I′m aimin' right at you, right at you
250, 000 miles on a clear night in June
And I′m so lost without you, without you, without you


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Ăśber diesen Podcast

Liebe Hörer*innen,
warum braucht es noch einen Podcast?
Vor allem wollte ich dem ersten Artikel der amerikanischen Verfassung gerecht werden, wie er von Adam Curry formuliert wurde: You shall not make bad TV.
Es sollte unser erster Anspruch sein, mal ein besseres, unterhaltsameres Medienangebot bereitzustellen, denn was sonst so in den Massenmedien stattfindet, ist für mich nicht akzeptabel und schädigt mich immer weiter, indem es meine innere revolutionäre Kraft hemmt und uns einhämmern will, es gäbe keine Alternative zum Gegebenen, Revolution sei verboten…

Friedrich Nietzsche brachte wohl das zwiespältige GefĂĽhl, meine Gedanken mit mehr Menschen teilen zu wollen, im Nachtlied des Zarathustra am besten auf den Punkt: 
„Nacht ist es: nun reden lauter alle springenden Brunnen.
Nacht ist es: nun erst erwachen alle Lieder der Liebenden. Und auch meine Seele ist das Lied eines Liebenden.
Ein Ungestilltes, Unstillbares ist in mir, das laut werden will. Eine Begierde nach Liebe ist in mir, die redet selber die Sprache der Liebe.
Licht bin ich: Ach dass ich Nacht wäre! Aber dies ist meine Einsamkeit, dass ich von Licht umgürtet bin.
Ich lebe in meinem eignen Lichte, ich trinke die Flammen in mich zurĂĽck, die aus mir brechen. 
Ich kenne das Glück des Nehmenden nicht und oft träumte mir davon, dass Stehlen noch seliger sein müsse als Nehmen.
Das ist meine Armut, dass meine Hand niemals ausruht vom Schenken; das ist mein Neid, dass ich wartende Augen sehe und die erhellten Nächte der Sehnsucht.
Wer immer austeilt, dessen Gefahr ist, dass er die Scham verliere; wer immer austeilt, dessen Hand und Herz hat Schwielen vor lauter Austeilen.
Viel Sonnen kreisen im öden Raum: zu allem, was dunkel ist, reden sie mit ihrem Lichte — mir schweigen sie.
Unbillig gegen Leuchtendes im tiefsten Herzen, kalt gegen Sonnen — so wandelt jede Sonne.
Einem Sturme gleich wandeln die Sonnen in ihren Bahnen. Ihrem unerbittlichen Willen folgen sie, das ist ihre Kälte.
O ihr erst seid es, ihr Dunklen, ihr Nächtigen, die ihr Wärme schafft aus Leuchtendem! O ihr erst trinkst euch Milch und Labsal aus des Lichtes Eutern!
Nacht ist es: ach, dass ich Licht sein muss! Und Durst nach Nachtigern! Und Einsamkeit!
Nacht ist es: nun bricht wie ein Born aus mir mein Verlangen — nach Rede verlangt mich.“

Ja mein Podcast ist eine Quelle der Lebenskraft für mich selbst und vielleicht jetzt auch für euch. Aber ich möchte betonen, dass es selbstverständlich sein sollte, was ich mache und mein Trieb zum Podcasten speist sich einfach aus dem Drang, nicht der Herde zu folgen, eigene Wege zu gehen durchs eisige Gebirge des Denkens.
Das ist meine Kälte, dass die anderen Sonnen in der Medienlandschaft für mich nicht leuchten und nur schales, langweiliges Flackern von ihnen ausgeht, sodass ich selbst produktiv werden musste, allein schon um selbst auch wieder bessere Podcasts genießen zu können als das was die Podcastlandschaft sonst so bietet.

Erwartet bitte keine Wunder von meinem Podcastwerk, es ist eben keine Milch, kein Labsal, sondern wird es erst wenn ihr es in euren Ohren dazu macht. Das heißt, wenn ihr meine Podcasts zu sehr vergöttlicht, dann tut ihr ihnen unrecht und überseht meine eigentliche Botschaft, dass nämlich gerade die Dunkelheit und das Unklare erforscht werden sollten und immer wieder unsere Neugier anstacheln, nicht das bekannte, wohlige Glück.
Der gesunde Menschenverstand ist eine Geisteskrankheit; ich widme mich lieber meinen eigenen, esoterischen VerrĂĽcktheiten, als in die Jauchegrube Twitter hinabzusteigen und dort bei den "VernĂĽnftigen" mit zu diskutieren. Dasselbe erwarte ich von euch.

Um nicht wie Nietzsche zu enden, ist es jetzt wirklich höchste Zeit, meine Mitwelt in meine Gedankenausflüge einzubeziehen, der Mensch als soziales Tier braucht immer die Bestätigung und Anerkennung von anderen. Kommentiert gern auf der Podigeeseite und seid nicht zu zimperlich bei eurer Kritik.

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