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Zaytuna Commencement 2018: Keynote Address by Dr. Garry Wills

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As with many sacred books, the Qur’an has been subject to centuries of interpretations and assertions. To discover what it really says, the first step is to read the text carefully. Wills has done just that, and his meticulous analysis clears away the accumulated distortions that have led to misunderstandings on questions ranging from the Islamic stand on religious war to the requirements that women wear veils. By comparing the Qur’an to the Bible, Wills, who studied for the priesthood before becoming a Pulitzer Prize-winning historian and writer on politics and religion, finds many parallels between the texts, including rich passages that offer multiple meanings. His scholarly, open-minded approach invites people of all faiths to engage with this rich and inspiring text. 
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Voice of Peace - Paris 2017 
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Soliste : Niaz Nawab 
Târ: Mohsen Fazeli 
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Orchestrtation : Mehrdad Baran 
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Isfahan Rhapsody Melody: Javad Maroufi 
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A team of young employees of the club is preparing for the New Year. They plan to hold an interesting and cheerful holiday, but, to the misfortune of the guys, they are taken by the director of the club Ogurtsov - the bureaucrat, the letterhead and the cronus. Having gathered everyone in his office, he tells in detail about his "vision" of how it is right and useful to spend a New Year's Eve. Organizers understand that Ogurtsov is going to present a cocktail from the amateur performance and party meeting to the guests of the club instead of the holiday. And then the youth decides to circumvent the near-by boss by cunning to organize a real New Year's ball.

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Saturday, 16 August 2014




Makar Sankranti

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Makar Sankranti
Makara Sankranti or Maghi, is a festival day in the Hindu calendar, dedicated to the deity Surya (sun). It is observed each year in the lunar month of Magha which corresponds with the month of January as per the Gregorian calendar and is a day the people of India celebrate their harvest.[3][4] [5] It marks the first day of the sun's transit into Makara (Capricorn), marking the end of the month with the winter solstice and the start of longer days.[3][6]

Makara Sankranti
Also called
Môkôr Sôngkrānti
Festival of Harvest, welcome longer days, sun worship
Kite flying, bonfires, fairs, surya puja in river, feast, arts, dance, socialization
14 or 15 January (Depends on Hindu Calendar Correlation)
2019 date
15 January (Mon)[1]
2020 date
15 January (Wed)[2]
Related to
Pongal, Maghe Sankranti, Magh Bihu, Shakrain, Maghi

Makara Sankranti [7] is one of the few ancient Indian festivals that 

has been observed according to solar cycles, while most festivals are set by the lunar cycle of the lunisolar (चंद्रसौर) Hindu calendar.[6]Being a festival that celebrates the solar cycle, it almost always falls on the same Gregorian date every year (January 14/

The festivities associated with Makar Sankranti are known by various names, such as

Magh Bihu in Assam,

Maghi (preceded by Lohri) in Punjab, Haryana and Himachal Pradesh, popular amongst both the Hindus and Sikhs, Sukarat in central India,

Thai Pongal in Tamil Nadu, Ghughuti in Uttarakhand or simply as

'Makara Sankranti' in Odisha, Karnataka, Maharashtra, Goa, Andhra Pradesh (also called Pedda Pandaga),

Telangana, West Bengal (also called Poush Sankranti) and Uttar Pradesh (also called Kichddi Sankranti) [9][10]

Makara Sankranti is observed with social festivities such as

colorful decorations,

rural children going house to house, singing and asking for treats in some areas (or pocket money),[11]

melas (fairs),


kite flying,

bonfires and


The Magha Mela, according to Diana L. Eck (professor at Harvard
University specializing in Indology), is mentioned in the Hindu epic Mahabharat.[13]
Many observers go to sacred rivers or lakes and bathe in a ceremony of thanks to the sun.[13]
Every twelve years (marking one complete revolution of Jupiter around the Sun) the Hindus observe Makar Sankranti with one of the world's largest mass pilgrimages, with an estimated 40 to 100 million people attending the event.[13][14][15]
At this event, then they say a prayer to the sun and bathe at the Prayaga confluence of the River Ganga and River Yamuna at the Kumbha Mela,[13] a tradition attributed to Adi Shankaracharya.[16]
This significance of Surya is traceable to the Vedic texts, particularly the Gayatri Mantra, a sacred hymn of Hinduism found in its scripture named the Rigveda.
People take a holy dip in rivers, especially Ganga, Yamuna, Godavari, Krishna and Kaveri. The bathing is believed to result in merit or absolution of past sins. They also pray to the sun and thank for their successes and prosperity.[23]Makara or Makar Sankranti is celebrated in many parts of Indian subcontinent with some regional variations. It is known by different names and celebrated with different customs in different Indian states and South Asian countries:

  • Suggi Habba, Makara Sankramana, Makara Sankranti : Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh,Madhya Pradesh Telangana

  • In most regions of India, Sankranti festivities last for two to four days of which each day is celebrated with distinct names and rituals.[24]  

    • Day 1 – Maghi (preceded by Lohri), Bhogi Pandigai
    • Day 2 – Makar Sankranti, Pongal, Pedda Panduga, Uttarayana, Magh Bihu
    • Day 3 – Mattu Pongal, Kanuma Panduga
    • Day 4 – Kaanum Pongal, Mukkanuma

    Sunday, 12 January 2020


    "Usury is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon’s knife of Fascism can cut out of the life of the nations." 
    - Ezra Pound, "What is Money For?" 

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    Broadcast from Rome / March 15, 1942
    (Pound is addressing England)

    The enemy is Das Leihkapital (loan capital). Your Enemy is Das Leihkapital, international, wandering Loan Capital. Your enemy is not Germany, your enemy is money on loan. And it would be better for you to be infected with typhus, and dysentery, and Bright’s disease, than to be infected with this blindness which prevents you from understanding how you are undermined, how you are ruined.
    The big Jew is so bound up with this Leihkapital that no one is able to unscramble that omelet. It would be better for you to retire to Darbyshire and defy New Jerusalem, better for you to retire to Gloucester and find one spot that is England than to go on fighting for Jewry and ignoring the process.
    It is an outrage that any clean lad from the country — I suppose there are still a few English lads from the country — it is an outrage that any nice young man from the suburbs should be expected to die for Victor Sassoon, it is an outrage that any drunken footman’s byblow (bastard child) should be asked to die for Sassoon.
    As to your Empire, it was not all of it won by clean fighting. But however you got it, you did for a time more or less justify keeping it, on the ground that you exported good government or better government than the natives would have had without England.
    You let in the Jew and the Jew rotted your empire, and you yourselves out-jewed the Jew. Your allies in your victimized holdings are the bunyah, you stand for nothing but usury.
    And above metal usury; you have built up bank usury, 60% against 30 and 40%, and by that you will not be saved. Corrupting the whole earth, you have lost yourselves to yourselves.
    And the big Jew has rotted every nation he has wormed into. A millstone. Well, an exceptionally good swimmer might conceivably be cast into the sea with a stone tied round his neck. He might perhaps untie it. If he were a Scotchman, he would remember his jackknife, before being thrown overboard.
    You seem to remember nothing. It were better you were infected with typhus. As to federal union, or JEW/nion. There is no question of race in Streit’s proposition. It is as proposed a union of slaves, under jewry. Offered by liars and abettors of thieves.
    You have stolen land from your late Allies, and land slips from your control. The only conquests of Britain and Rosenfeld are conquests from their alleged allies.
    All right, say that Franklin Delany swipes all South America — to what end? And ruin the United States of America while he is doing it. What’s that to you? It is not England’s salvation. Will you ever look at the story of empire? You are not even in the mercantile system, you are in a fake mercantile system, not even mercantile. It was for a time called mercantile or the mercantilist system and defined as considering the happiness of a nation to consist in the amount of money it owned, and its process to consist in stealing, welching, pouching the greatest possible amount of same (i.e., of money) from other nations.
    That defines the usury system, the only system Anglo Saxons have known or used in our time.
    And it will not save you. NOR will Judaized Russia. Nor will the Kahal, the Jew’s central committee of bleeders. WHAT is their system? Unvarying, cheap goods, sweated out of cheap labor, dung dust hurled on the world, the world conceived as sweat shop, to hell with the 8-hour day, down with abundance. Dumping sweated goods, dumped against any and every nation that pays a just price for labor. That is your ally.
    And in your past a trail of blood and of infamy. You bought Hessians to kill your own blood in America. You bought ’em from a stinking feudal overlord, who was in the hands of the Rothschild; that is History. You stirred up the American savages against your own kin in America. But now Eden and Cripps have called in the Muscovite, to bum and destroy all Eastern Europe, and kill Finland, for the sake of the stinking Jews nickel mines.
    Your infamy is bound up with Judaea. You can not touch a sore or a shame in your empire but you find a Mond, a Sassoon, or a Goldsmid. You have no race left in your government.
    God knows if it can be found still scattered in England.
    It must be found scattered in England. The white remnants of England, the white remnant of the races of England must be found and find means to cohere; otherwise, you might as well lie down in your grave yards.
    You have for years had cheap goods dumped in from Russia. Your alliance with Moscow will bring no relief to that wound. Your Jews have ruined your home manufactures. Loans from the city of London, loans to the Orient, interest paid in cheap cotton goods, loans to the South American countries, interest paid in beef from the Argentine, and ruin of English grazing. The laws of durable government have been known from the days of King Wen. When empires go to rot, they go to rot for known reasons.
    The Times, Telegraph, Manchester Guardian, are there to conceal these reasons. Your press is an infamy, has been throughout our time.
    The laws of durable government have been known from the days of King Wen, and when the Roman Empire perished it perished from the same follies that your kikes, your Rothschilds, Beits, Sieffs, Schiffs, and Goldsmids have squirted into your veins.
    Cheap grain dumped from Egypt, ruin of the Italian farming, usury, and more usury, that is the answer.
    For two centuries, ever since the brute Cromwell brought ’em back into England, the kikes have sucked out your vitals. A mild penetration, for a hundred years they have bootlicked your nobility and now where is your nobility? You had at least the semblance of control; you had, let us say, some influence with the Lords of Judaea as long as they wanted your titles, as long as Levy Levinstein Lawson wanted to be addressed as Lord Burnham. You could turn the worst edge of their avarice, or rather you could turn it off, the upper or huppar clawses; and turn it onto the peer. As you did without mercy.
    But when the same scroungers have moved over to New York City, how will you manage ’em? The same bloody minded extortioners, or their descendants. The same financial houses. The same Rothschilds who plotted with Sherman, and Vandergould to kill the American nation, who betrayed the United States in the sixties. Head office in London, agents in the U.S. of America.
    Now the address is altered. Main office in Wall Street and Cohen in London. You send Willie over to spy on us. You send 5000 usurers’ pimps over to Washington and give special passports, diplomatic, to inveigle the United States into your plans to get cannon fodder from Idaho and from Iowa to weld your slaves cellar on Europe. And this time you get dumped into the ash can.
    You have even forgotten your Kipling. Pig Baldwin has forgotten his cousin; if his obscene and treacherous mind ever grasped the meaning of Rudyard’s stories. Let me recall one passage to the sow face:
    “The Americans,” wrote Rudyard, “obligingly slaughtered each other in order that the Czechoslovaks might inherit Boston Common.” Cras tibi, tomorrow is your turn. Damn it all, you slaughtered the flower of England in the Boer War. Then in 1914 in the first three months, the best of you went out and got slaughtered.
    . . .been seen only too clearly. And your foul papers, the filth of your newsprint has been subsidized to keep your minds off it.
    A dirty bit of meat by the name of Gollancz has used your book trade to conceal it. You have almost no means of communication. When a Brooks Adams writes five volumes that would help you to see it, six copies reach England. You have lost the health of the mind. God knows how the scattered handful of Englishmen still in England can still speak one with another.
    I see no remedy in your parliament. I don’t mean as parliament. I mean in the personnel. It is your problem. You do not now even elect your own parliament. Whether with an election you could get anything save old dead meat, I do not know. During the last war a few men had a glimmer of instinct. On whatever formula, they called it pacifism. Was it? All of ’em I ever met were pugnacious. Was it an instinct to save the butt end of the race by not fighting? Is it a mistake to combat Germans by force?
    Is there a race left in England? Has it any will left to survive? You can carry slaughter to Ireland. Will that save you? I doubt it. Nothing can save you, save a purge. Nothing can save you, save an affirmation that you are English.
    Whore Belisha is not. Isaccs is not. No Sassoon is an Englishman, racially. No Rothschild is English, no Strakosch is English, no Roosevelt is English, no Baruch, Morgenthau, Cohen, Lehman, Warburg, Kuhn, Khan, Baruch, Schiff, Sieff, or Solomon was ever yet bom Anglo-Saxon.
    And it is for this filth that you fight. It is for this filth that you have murdered your empire, and it is this filth that elects your politicians.
    You have lost your tradition. You have not even learned what Lord Byron told you. You are, as even that foul rag the Times tells you, a little late in making a start.
    In the year 1942 Anno Domini, there is only one start you can make. And that is a start toward being England. A refusal to be a province of Israel, or an outpost of Yankee-Judaea.
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    Oh that is some good stuff. Tell it, Mr. Pound. Tell it!.

    In his Italy-based radio broadcasts, Ezra Pound named the names of the biggest Globalist Jews in the USA and England.
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    1. "Sir" Victor Sassoon // 2. Bernard Baruch // 3. Henry Morganthau // 4. Anthony Gustav de Rothschild

    We got a lot of positive feedback after quoting the great Ezra Pound in our recent "Who Murdered England?" piece (here) -- so we figured, why not do a whole piece on this forgotten literary legend? And here it is ---
    Ezra Pound (1885-1972) was a world-renown expatriate American poet who, when it came to writing, emphasized the importance of clarity, precision and, most of all, economy of language. Pound worked as a literary editor in London during the early 20th century, where he mentored and helped to promote now famous contemporaries of his, such as T. S. Eliot, James Joyce, Robert Frost and Ernest Hemingway.  Angered by Britain's role in starting World War I and disillusioned by the aftermath, Pound left for Italy in 1924. He blamed the war on Jewish finance capitalism, and embraced the fascism of Italy's new leader, Benito Mussolini. Later on, Pound expressed support for Adolf Hitler, and wrote for publications owned by the British fascist Sir Oswald Mosley. As you might expect, media outlets such as Time Magazine began taking cheap shots at the ex-pat literary genius. A 1933 article smeared Pound as: "a cat that walks by himself, tenaciously unhousebroken and very unsafe for children."

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    Fine and famous writers such as Frost, Elliot, Hemingway and Joyce came to Pound for literary coaching. How is it that their name recognition and awards, as the years passed, came to exceed that of Ezra Pound's? They are all honored on U.S. postage stamps (Joyce in his native Ireland), but Pound the master never was.

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    Ezra Pound
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