this is from the web site of a writer who appears on national web publications who came here from vietnam as a refugee and lived in the empire until perhaps a year ago when he began to fly about the world and spend time in various countries for a month or more. i've yet to see him post any incorrect info and i've been reading his words for years;

Just before Communist tanks rumbled into Saigon in 1975, the American radio station played repeatedly Irving Berlin’s “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas,” as crooned by Bing Crosby. It was the final alarm for Americans to rush to predesignated evacuation points. All was lost for Uncle Sam.

As an 11-year-old in Saigon, I didn’t know Bing Crosby from Dave Bing, the hall of fame point guard, nor have I seen snow. Christmas in Saigon was always hot and festive, with hundreds of people converging on its cathedral. All neighborhood churches overflowed for midnight mass. Star shaped lanterns hung at Catholic homes, and nativity scenes, often elaborate, could be seen even at private businesses, not just churches. My grandma glowed from so much happiness.

Playing “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” during April was certainly bizarre. In “Elvis Phong is Dead,” I fictionalize that moment, “I remember April 30, 1975 very well. I was sitting in my office at Viet Rock!, overlooking Nguyen Hue Boulevard. I could hear distant explosions and nearby gunshots. No sirens, strangely enough. Get away from the window, I thought absentmindedly but did nothing. I felt fatalistic that day, and wanted to be implicated in history, a vain and pompous notion. In any case, I had my radio turned on to the American station, in an early bid for nostalgia perhaps. Someone was singing ‘I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas.’ Sick, absolutely sick!, the American sense of humor. A few blocks away, people were clawing at each other and trampling on bodies to get aboard the last ships to leave Saigon. I should have been among them. Communist tanks were rumbling in and I was going to be toast as the foremost rock and roll critic of Vietnam.”

I created a fictional Vietnamese rock critic because nothing symbolizes American vitality, innocence and irresponsibility as rock and roll. It can make even death or hell virile and sexy. In any case, a lot disappeared that day, and much is being vaporized now. The darkest Christmas is near.

With Uncle Sam blocking cheap natural gas from Russia, many Europeans will freeze to death. Suicides, domestic violence, food prices and vaccine fatalities, especially among the young, are way up. Soccer players collapse during games. Most Christmas markets in Germany and Austria have been canceled. Normally, they last over a month, with each night a carnival. Wurst and gluhwein, plus lángos, too.

Across Europe, hundreds of thousands of people have protested for months the Covid health pass, lockdowns or toxic jabs, but most Americans have no idea, as they’re brainwashed and tranquilized relentlessly by their Jewy government and media.

Their uniformity alone should wake you up. If the New York Times, Washington Post, Yahoo! News and the Economist, etc., all push the I’ll-wipe-you-out-and-dash-your-children-against-the-rocks Yahweh vaccines, what about the littlest guys, in Bitsy Bung Holes?

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