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Tessa Lena Breaks Down the Surveillance-Industrial Complex in a Few Short Paragraphs

Before the lockdown, Tessa Lena was best known to New York audiences as a fiery singer and writer of keyboard-based art-rock, which is often scathingly funny and critical of social media, its inherent divisiveness and narcissism. Since the beginning of last year’s lockdown, she’s published some of the most insightful and genuinely poetic critiques of the tech oligarchs’ New Abnormal and quest for world domination. Others, notably Whitney Webb, have covered this crisis at great length, but nobody has been able to distill what we’re up against as concisely and articulately as Tessa Lena does in her latest piece at Substack:

I had a dream, a very strange dream about being “peacefully” enslaved by “well-intended” invading people who wanted to control my sexuality for life. It was all “peaceful” and “family-like” as long as I submitted by body to their authority, which claimed that sex was not to be had under any circumstances because it was from now on forbidden.

The dream was so vivid and so unpleasantly bizarre that I woke up with a 2019 mind, as if the past a year and a half had never happened, and I have not been bathing in the gradually warming water inside the pot.

Through the power of an intensified dream experience, an entire year and a half of abuse fell off—and as I looked around, I felt like I had gone traveling, and arrived in a bizarre sci-fi kingdom of distorted mirrors and people who had been poisoned by professional criminals, with great cruelty and precision. A kingdom ruled by cold-blooded psychopaths.

Like a fairy tale about lying villains.

As I look around, I don’t recognize this land.

What happened to us?

Force-masking little children and depriving their growing brains of oxygen?

Forcefully locking old people inside nursing homes and euthanizing some of them, in silence, with compete impunity, with zero attention from the public?

Chasing after free citizens with syringes filled with a lucrative concoction of carcinogenic nanoparticles and synthetic mRNA whose long-term effects are entirely unknown?

Silencing respected scientists and doctors who dare talk about the alarming data coming in regarding the safety of what’s in the syringe?


Click here to read the whole piece – and check out Tessa Lena’s similarly acerbic webcast, Make Language Great Again, where she discusses music, philosophy and politics with a diverse range of guests, from visionary author and propaganda expert Mark Crispin Miller, to Armenian singer and composer Anais Tekerian of Zulal.

Fighting Future Lockdowns with a Summer Solstice Celebration on Roosevelt Island

“There should be a thousand people here,” one spectator observed yesterday afternoon, trailing along the edge of a crowd of maybe a couple dozen folks making their way to the southern edge of Roosevelt Island. They’d come out for a walking tour led by healer and journalist Cat McGuire, who in a half hour under the trees in the park traced how Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s “four freedoms” principle has been eroded in the recent past and over the years – beginning with the guy who created that shortlist.

No doubt, there should have been more people gathered here. But this is how paradigm shifts start, with a small group of people thinking outside the box. To paraphrase McGuire’s witheringly colorful observation, one person armed with the truth has more impact than sixty thousand who don’t. And this is happening all over the world.

McGuire has assembled a very sobering and enlightening presentation about the upcoming Cyber Polygon tabletop exercise scheduled for July 9, which you can watch here and download here. Considering what we know about false flag incidents coinciding with real-time military or police exercises – notably 9/11 and 7/7 – not to mention all the noise the World Economic Forum has been making about the threat of a global takedown of the power grid, this is a situation we need to keep our eye on.

Investigative journalist and singer Tessa Lena, whose poetically insightful news feed as well as her equally entertaining podcast Make Language Great Again have become two of the most reliable information sources over the past year, gave a short talk about the transhumanist component of the New Abnormal (a.k.a. Klaus Schwab’s Great Reset). Online avatars which supposedly keep all our memories alive in perpetuity? Internet-enabled nanobots injected under our skin to track our every movement and torture us to death if we say something critical about Facebook or Amazon? She doesn’t actually believe those nightmares will ever come true – as long as we make sure they don’t. According to the planned 2030 timetable, Ray Kurzweil’s bizarro “singularity” – where everyone except the world’s billionaires becomes a cyborg slave – is unfolding right on schedule.

Out behind the collapsing shell of the island’s long-vacant smallpox quarantine facility, psychologist Karin Burkhard reminded that over the years, an estimated fourteen thousand people were essentially abandoned and died inside the building. According to legend, the bodies were burned and the ashes scattered on the island: lost souls with lots unfinished business, right where everybody was standing, as Burkhard put it. She explained how even after mass vaccination campaigns had finally eradicated smallpox, those same vaccines continued to be available to members of the military for decades afterward…and that laboratory cultures of the virus were not destroyed until much more recently. One  hopes they were, anyway.

There was also music. Michael Jay used two huge gongs to build magical, immersive sheets of boomy lows and sepulchral high harmonics. He calls it a sound bath: this was more of a power shower of mystical calm. After more than half an hour of spine-tingling sonic refreshment, percussion trio Africa Forestdance picked up the pace  Led by Formoro Diabate, heir to a multi-generational Guinean balafon legacy, the group built rippling but similarly hypnotic volleys of sound.

And a pretty woman in a tan print dress, armed with a formidable walking stick, shared her entire container of watermelon with a thirsty (and very grateful) music reporter. What a sweet thing to do for someone on a sweltering day.

Important, Scary News for All New Yorkers – Please Share

Unfortunately, this is not some wacko conspiracy theory. It’s a real bill which has been introduced in the New York State Assembly which gives Andrew Cuomo unlimited authority to detain any individual, or any group, indefinitely for any reason.

The bill is #A416, introduced by Assemblyman N. Nick Perry of Brooklyn. The pretext, as you may have guessed, is any health situation that the Governor believes is an emergency. What’s scariest is that the bill bypasses the legislature and puts enforcement exclusively in the hands of the Governor’s office.

The wording is extremely vague, which is just as troubling. Beyond indefinite detention (read the fine print), it mandates forcible vaccination and any other “treatment” the Governor deems necessary, for anyone “suspected” of having contact with an individual presumed infected with any disease.

Lots of crazy bills get introduced in the Assembly every year and almost all of them die before they get to committee. But we need to nip this one in the bud before it gets any further – and it’s already gone to committee. This New York State Assembly page will direct you to your representative. Please contact them immediately. If you don’t live in New York State, it couldn’t hurt to contact Perry himself and show him how much opposition to this insanity there is around the world. Most importantly, please share this with everyone you know. The New York State Assembly works for us. We elected them. They know we can vote them out of office and if they see a huge groundswell against this, they’ll get the message loud and clear.

The Scariest Video of the Year

Several of you may have seen the ACLU’s pizza video. It’s the most frightening video of the year. Forget the most horrific stories you may have heard about COVID – this is infinitely scarier. The video is very short, less than two minutes, so pay attention. Never thought that ordering takeout food would have so many grim consequences, did you?

Help Save a Beloved NYU Professor’s Job

Mark Crispin Miller is a tenured professor at New York University, where he teaches about film and propaganda. And he needs our help, for all of us to raise our voices for academic freedom and freedom of speech. There’s a petition that you should sign on his behalf. Here’s why.

In addition to his work in academia, Miller publishes an invaluable news feed, News From Underground, which for years has successfully and colorfully debunked corporate media propaganda on innumerable topics, from the environment, to medicine, to the lockdown. For the last several months, News From Underground has been a primary source of information for this blog, and, one suspects, scores of others. Miller also serves as series editor for the Forbidden Bookshelf, which brings banned or censored books about history or politics back into print.

Miller is currently under fire for an incident during an online class earlier this fall where he suggested that students might want to question the effectiveness of wearing muzzles to combat COVID-19. Most of us who’ve looked into the science behind the current pandemic of muzzling are aware, at the very least, that surgical masks are too porous to keep out the tiny COVID-19 virions.

A single student in Miller’s class, Julia Jackson, took exception to Miller’s encouragement to his students to question the corporate media narrative about muzzles. In an egregious act of cowardice, she didn’t engage with her professor during class or afterward; instead, she took to Twitter to demand his resignation. A small handful of corporate media outlets picked up the thread; two sided with the student. Miller’s ability to continue to teach his wildly popular propaganda course next semester is now in jeopardy since the school administration has asked him to cancel it and replace it with a second course on film.

If Miller were to lose his job, or the ability to teach, because of a single student’s complaint about the curriculum of a class, it would be a devastating blow to academic freedom in this country, never mind to one of the most reliably inquisitive and articulate minds currently questioning the scientific validity and justifications behind the lockdown. At such a pivotal point in history, we can’t afford to lose Professor Miller. Please sign the petition – and if you’re interested in the latest on the lockdown, and the growing tidal wave of resistance, sign up for News From Underground while you’re at it. 

Prominent Physician Arrested For Reciting Depeche Mode Lyrics in London Park

On September 26, Dr. Heiko Schoning, a founding member of ACU, the German consortium of pro-freedom scientists and doctors, was reciting the lyrics to the Depeche Mode song Where’s the Revolution at Speaker’s Corner in London’s Hyde Park, where he was handcuffed and taken away in a police van.

In an interview, which you can watch here, Dr. Schoning explains that the violation the police eventually charged him with – after hustling him away to a precinct house at high speed, with lights and siren on – didn’t relate specifically to the lyrics. The doctor was addressing a crowd of more than thirty people – which is against the law under UK lockdown rules – at a pro-freedom demonstration. The demonstration had moved from Trafalgar Square, as Dr. Schoning relates, after police cut off electric power to the PA system through which he was speaking to the protestors there.

Dr. Schoning was held for almost 24 hours before being released. He alleges that both his laptop and phone were confiscated, as well as a copy of Karina Reiss and Sucharit Bhakdi’s bestselling book Corona, False Alarm, which has just been translated into English and is available from Chelsea Green Publishing. Dr. Schoning also asserts that his wrists were injured during the arrest and plans to sue.

One thing the cops missed was the memory stick containing his address to the crowd, which will be posted at the ACU site – Depeche Mode lyrics included.

Undercover…Sort of….on the Breadline

[Editor’s note: not exactly music-related, but worth knowing about]

The scariest part of being on the breadline was how absolutely ordinary everyone looked.

I’d never been on a breadline before. I’d found out about it from a flyer posted on a church door in my neighborhood. Expecting to be surrounded by crackheads and crazy street people, I’d dressed down. But as I joined the line, which was already almost all the way around this particular city block, it was reassuring to see who else had showed up a half an hour or more earlier.

To my surprise, this turned out to be a gathering of random New Yorkers. Like the people you work with – if you still have a job that people actually go to – and ride the train with, if you have reason to ride the train these days. This particular crowd was on the older side, meaning forty-plus, with plenty of seniors pushing old-lady carts. Some of the younger parents had brought their heavy-duty models. People of color were in the majority, mirroring this city’s current demographics, although I noticed a smartly dressed Asian girl in her twenties and a well-coiffed, mature white woman in a sharp black sundress reading the New York Times. I stood out for the very reason that I thought would help me blend in.

“No picture taking!” The beefy latino guy in front of me scowled at the black man crouched at the edge of the sidewalk. Slung around his neck were two big cameras, each with a zoom lense. I turned my back and kept my back to him. Ten minutes later, the line hadn’t moved; I glanced over my shoulder to find that he was gone.

After an hour and a half standing in the hot sun, when I finally reached the area where the Food Bank of New York was staging the handout, I noticed a sign with the same legalese disclaimer that’s commonly posted at the doors of corporate music venues: “By entering, you consent to be photographed and/or videotaped and that your image can be used for promotional, social media and other purposes,” etcetera.

There was another guy with a camera here, and this dude was obviously out for promo pix. Families with kids, babies, pregnant women and cute girls were all getting plenty of attention. He seemed very friendly; the black guy who’d been snapping pix a few blocks away had been all business. He didn’t interact with anybody. Undercover cop? Homeland Security? Rent-a-pig?

A lady asked me in Spanish if I wanted a mask; “No, gracias,” I demurred. Some of the volunteers were pleasant, some less so. Nobody was asked to sign in, or answer any questions, something I’d expected after my one experience at a food bank several years earlier. That story idea died on the vine when the guy running the program turned out to be a Nazi, or given to false assumptions about race and class, or suffering from the kind of battle fatigue that one would expect at his job – or all of the above.

This was more than a story idea. Until the lockdown, I did almost all my shopping in the far reaches of the outer boroughs, where food is plentiful and cheap. Not having a job to go to or events to cover, good produce at less than ridiculous prices has been hard to find without walking for hours: for the record, this walk took me over a hundred blocks.

But it paid off. The fresh produce was delicious. A couple of crispy apples; a trio of oranges; a handful of big, sweet carrots; impressively fresh romaine lettuce; a bag of spinach that hadn’t yet lost all its crispness; a few small potatoes, rot-free; a pair of huge cucumbers, ripe for pickling; and a pint of Florida grape tomatoes. Thanks, Food Bank of New York!

The rest of what was available was more in keeping with my expectations – at my lone previous food bank experience, I’d managed to escape with a bag of almost-rotten bananas, a loaf of inedible bread and a bag of shallots. So it was nice to get bunker food: peanut butter, corn flakes, a little bag of rice and a can of beans. It was disheartening to find that a lot of the canned fruits and vegetables were from China. On the way home, I noticed many people leaving those cans along the sidewalk. A quart of milk turned out to be skim. There were also huge bags of frozen chicken being handed out, but the idea of raw meat sitting in ninety-degree heat for minutes on end scared me off.

If this experience is typical, nobody on line with you is going to shame you, or look at you with distrust, if you need to be there. Just watch your back if you see a camera.

More Junk Science Today From Andrew Cuomo

Andrew Cuomo’s daily briefing today underscored the ugly fact that the lockdown has nothing remotely to do with science. It’s all about maintaining a police state at all possible costs.

By his own admission, the number of New Yorkers currently testing positive for COVID-19 is only four-fifths of one percent. Keep in mind that number doesn’t mean that all those people are actually sick, only that they tested positive, so the actual number who are sick with COVID and contagious is bound to be smaller. As even the World Health Organization has reluctantly acknowledged, there is no scientific study that indicates that asymptomatic carriers are likely to spread COVID.

That tiny four-fifths of one percent figure tells us that New Yorkers are very close to herd immunity. When a population reaches herd immunity, a virus cannot survive and dies off.

But now Cuomo is reluctant to allow restaurants to reopen for indoor dining. The simple fact is that if eating out was spreading COVID, we would have experienced some kind of surge.

People dining out eat off the same plates and use the same silverware that hundreds, ultimately thousands of others have used. Anyone who thinks that restaurants adequately sanitize their dishware and cutlery, especially in New York, has never worked in a restaurant. Bars have been serving customers drinking from the same dubiously smudgy, wet glassware over and over again for weeks now.

And people who work in low-paying service industry jobs tend to live toward the end of the train line, in the outer boroughs. The workers making your tacos and slinging drinks have long daily commutes on the subway, New York’s #1 incubator for disease infection. If there’s anybody remotely likely to infect others at this point in time, it’s probably your waitress or your bartender.

Yet all the while, the official COVID numbers have consistently declined as they have since April. Looking at those numbers, at least as Cuomo presents them, there is absolutely no scientifically valid reason why New York can’t reopen. This is yet another lockdowner attempt to destroy small businesses.

And what’s up with Cuomo’s ridiculous edict about requiring high-density air filters in malls? What filter manufacturer just slipped him a fat envelope under the table?

Disease spreads in malls when people are in close contact with each other. It’s not the air coming in through the AC on the roof – where there are no people – that makes people sick. It’s people inside coughing and sneezing on each other. Of all the ridiculous, pseudoscientific regulations Cuomo has come up with since declaring himself emperor of New York State, this is the second most ludicrous.

The most ludicrous idea of all is the one he floated today, demanding that the President issue an executive order for everyone to wear a mask. Remember, this is the same guy who three months ago scoffed at the idea: “You mean like the bandanna I wear when I ride my motorcycle?” he sarcastically responded in front of a group of reporters.

This is nothing more than a carefully scripted political move, most likely suggested by the lockdowners’ psy-ops strategists. It’s a way to demonize the unmasked: if you don’t wear a mask, that automatically identifies you as an irresponsible, narcissistic, germ-spreading Trumpie, right?

What Cuomo and the rest of the clueless lockdowners fail to consider is that the NYPD will not enforce any six-foot rule or mask rule, and that New York district attorneys will not prosecute those cases. Nor will more and more police departments across the country, and around the world. Cuomo just doesn’t know when to quit – which will ultimately bring him down, along with the rest of the lockdowners. As Robert F. Kennedy Jr. quipped the other day, “Cuomo is a dead man walking.”

And he’s only one of many. Hubris is a bitch.

It’s Time For a New National Anthem

In honor of Juneteenth, it’s time we got ourselves a new national anthem. Let’s retire The Star Spangled Banner and adopt We Shall Overcome instead. Why? Let’s cut to the chase: We Shall Overcome kicks The Star Spangled Banner’s ass.

You may have wondered why we don’t we hear more Francis Scott Key compositions at concerts halls across the country, considering how often The Star Spangled Banner gets played. That’s because there aren’t any. Reality check: Key was an amateur lyricist, and a horrible one. He stole the melody from a drinking song that was popular at the time. Would we hire somebody with those credentials to write the song that’s supposed to represent an entire nation? Of course not.

On a conceptual level, The Star Spangled Banner is an epic fail. First of all, it’s hard to sing. It sounds best when sung by a woman: the melody leaps all over the place, and most men don’t have the range to hit the high notes. Not everybody can be Rocco Scotti.

Secondly, it’s pompous and pretentious. The word “o’er” appears more than once. When Key wrote the song in 1812, “o’er” wasn’t even in use in the United States. Falling back on that particular archaism instead of using the more natural “over” or “above” is just Key taking a feeble stab at what passed for poetry at the time. If he’d really had any poetic talent, he either would have tweaked the tune to fit the word “over,” or he would have rewritten the lyric.

Thirdly, the song is about a battle that the United States LOST. Every time somebody sings The Star Spangled Banner, they commemorate an enemy victory. Is that something we want to celebrate?

Over the years, lots of people have championed Woody Guthrie’s This Land Is Your Land as a natural replacement. And it’s a good song – but it’s long. Way too long to work at sporting events and such.

But We Shall Overcome fits the bill perfectly. It’s inspiring. It celebrates triumph over adversity and tyranny – something that this country is actually pretty good at. It’s short – you can be done with it in less than a minute. It’s simple, easy to remember, and it’s unisex: anyone can sing it. And it has hallowed historical resonance going back to the earliest African-American resistance in the 18th century. You can interpret it as a folk song, a protest song or a hymn, choices all appropriate in a democracy.

If you think it’s time for a national anthem that genuinely reflects who we are, share this around and let’s start a movement!

Broken Windows Policing Killed Rayshard Brooks

Imagine you’re in Montreal sometime in the 90s. It’s midwinter. It’s cold as hell. The streets are pretty much empty as you and your significant other crunch through the snow along Blvd. Maisonneuve in the middle of the afternoon, your breath steaming in the chilly air. Maybe you hang a right on St.-Denis and stop in to the falafel place on your way to Carre St.-Louis. You have tickets to a show by a popular reggae band and…well, if you know Montreal, you get the picture.

It’s more than two decades before the lockdown, so you’re not wearing a stupid mask, nor are you and your significant other expected to stay six feet away from each other. This is what life was like before the lockdown. A man and a woman could walk hand in hand – or glove in glove, in this case – and the police wouldn’t hassle them because they weren’t six feet apart.

On the way back from Carre St.-Louis, you wait for an ambulance to cross before continuing on your way. The ambulance stops across the street and the crew immediately attend to someone who seems to have passed out in the snow.

As you watch, the Canadians load this obviously drunken, unresponsive street person into the ambulance and then head out, lights flashing.


They were told that a guy had passed out behind the wheel in a fast-food drive-thru lane.

Let’s get this straight. Someone goes unconscious behind the wheel of a car and you don’t send an ambulance?!?!?!!

Instead, the cops are dispatched. Brooks wakes up, disoriented, a black man surrounded by a belligerent bunch of white cops. Put yourself in his shoes. You wouldn’t try to disarm someone who was trying to tase you?

Another death because of broken windows policing.

When are we going to learn?

Here’s a suggestion: OUTLAW TASERS. And save lives.