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Freeman: "Wir wurden angegriffen. Wir befinden uns im Krieg."
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Diese Seite ist Karl Doemens, Damir Fras und der MZ gewidmet, die unerbitterlich das "Russian Collusion Delusion" Märchen ohne jegliche Tatsache, ohne jeglichen Beweis mit giftigem Hass verbreiten und wiederholen.
Sie sind Teilnehmer in der ungeheuerlichen Kriegshetze gegen Präsident Putin und das russische Volk, wie man im Morgan Freeman Video oben erleiden, welche Kriegshetze nur ein Ziel hat: nuklearer Krieg mit Russland. Wegen dieser Bestrebungen verhindern sie--in Zusammenarbeit mit den anderen Mitgliedern der Massenmedien--die Erfüllung des Ziels Präsident Donald Trump, um friedliche Beziehungen mit Russland aufrecht zu erhalten. |
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In dem Video rechts können Sie den ungeheuerlichen Hass und Unwahrheiten gegen Russland und Präsident Trump, welche die USA Mainstream-Medien unaufhörlich speien, und welche Karl Doemens & MZ wörtlich zum Vorteil der Neoconservativen, die Krieg mit Russland wollen, wiederholen, erleben.
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Olbermann: "Wir befinden uns im Krieg mit Russland.
Oder vielleicht richtiger:
Wir haben einen Krieg mit Russland verloren....
Wir sind Opfer eines unblutigen Putsches."
Oder vielleicht richtiger:
Wir haben einen Krieg mit Russland verloren....
Wir sind Opfer eines unblutigen Putsches."
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Patti Smith – Radio Baghdad
Suffer not Your neighbor's affliction Suffer not Your neighbor's paralysis But extend your hand Extend your hand Lest you vanish in the city And be but a trace Just a vanished ghost And your legacy All the things you knew Science, mathematics, thought Severely weakened Like irrigation systems In the tired veins forming From the Tigris and Euphrates In the realm of peace All the world revolved All the world revolved Around a perfect circle City of Baghdad City of scholars Empirical humble Center of the world City in ashes City of Baghdad City of Baghdad Abrasive aloof Oh, in Mesopotamia Aloofness ran deep Deep in the veins of the great rivers That form the base Of Eden And the tree The tree of knowledge Held up its arms To the sky All the branches of knowledge All the branches of knowledge Cradling Cradling Civilization In the realm of peace All the world revolved Around a perfect circle Oh Baghdad Center of the world City of ashes With its great mosques Erupting from the mouth of god Rising from the ashes like a speckled bird Splayed against the mosaic sky Oh, clouds around We created the zero But we mean nothing to you You would believe That we are just some mystical tale We are just a swollen belly That gave birth to Sinbad, Scheherazade We gave birth Oh, oh, to the zero The perfect number We invented the zero And we mean nothing to you Our children run through the streets And you sent your flames Your shooting stars Shock and awe Shock and awe Like some, some Imagined warrior production Twenty-first century No chivalry involved No Bushido Oh, the code of the West Long gone Never been Where does it lie? You came, you came Through the west Annihilated a people And you come to us But we are older than you You come you wanna You wanna come and rob the cradle Of civilization And you read yet you read You read Genesis You read of the tree You read of the tree Beget by god That raised its branches into the sky Every branch of knowledge Of the cradle of civilization Of the banks of the Tigris and the Euphrates Oh, in Mesopotamia Aloofness ran deep The face of Eve turning What sky did she see What garden beneath her feet The one you drill You drill Pulling the blood of the earth Little droplets of oil for bracelets Little jewels Sapphires You make bracelets Round your own world We are weeping tears Rubies We offer them to you We are just Your Arabian nightmare We invented the zero But we mean nothing to you Your Arabian nightmare City of stars City of scholarship Science City of ideas City of light City City of ashes That the great Caliph Walked through His naked feet formed a circle And they built a city A perfect city of Baghdad In the realm of peace And all the world revolved And they invented And they mean nothing to you Nothing to you Nothing Go to sleep Go to sleep my child Go to sleep And I'll sing you a lullaby A lullaby for our city A lullaby of Baghdad Go to sleep Sleep my child Sleep Sleep Sleep Run Run Run Run You send your bombs You send your bombs Down on our children On our city You send your bombs On our children On our city Like some imagined circus Like some t.v. show Well this is not television This is life itself This is mothers This is fathers This is children This is people people people people people people People people Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber Suffer not Your neighbor's affliction Suffer not But extend your hand |
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Dieses Lied, "The Great Mandala (The Wheel of Life)" ist insbesondere Karl Doemens, Damir Fras und der MZ gewidmet, die unerbitterlich das "Russian Collusion Delusion" Märchen ohne jegliche Tatsache, ohne jeglichen Beweis mit giftigem Hass verbreiten und wiederholen.
Dieses Lied, "The Great Mandala (The Wheel of Life)" ist insbesondere Karl Doemens, Damir Fras und der MZ gewidmet, die unerbitterlich das "Russian Collusion Delusion" Märchen ohne jegliche Tatsache, ohne jeglichen Beweis mit giftigem Hass verbreiten und wiederholen.
PETER, PAUL AND MARY "The Great Mandala (The Wheel Of Life)" (Peter Yarrow) So I told him that he'd better shut his mouth And do his job like a man. And he answered "Listen, Father, I will never kill another." He thinks he's better than his brother that died What the hell does he think he's doing To his father who brought him up right? [Chorus] Take your place on The Great Mandala As it moves through your brief moment of time. Win or lose now you must choose now And if you lose you're only losing your life. Tell the jailer not to bother With his meal of bread and water today. He is fasting 'til the killing's over He's a martyr, he thinks he's a prophet. But he's a coward, he's just playing a game He can't do it, he can't change it It's been going on for ten thousand years [Chorus] Take your place on The Great Mandala As it moves through your brief moment of time. Win or lose now you must choose now And if you lose you're only losing your life. Tell the people they are safe now Hunger stopped him, he lies still in his cell. Death has gagged his accusations We are free now, we can kill now, We can hate now, now we can end the world We're not guilty, he was crazy And it's been going on for ten thousand years! [Chorus] Take your place on The Great Mandala As it moves through your brief moment of time. Win or lose now you must choose now And if you lose you've only wasted your life. ------------------------------------------------------- |
