CJ Hopkins

Berlin-Moabit Lehrter Straße Prison: Frank Falla Archive On Monday, October 26, I will return to the court where I was originally acquitted to be sentenced for a crime I didn’t commit. The public and press are cordially invited. Amtsgericht Tiergarten (District Court) Strafgericht (Criminal Court) Room A862, 3rd Floor Turmstraße, 10548 Berlin Monday, October 26, 10:45 a.m. I recently published a timeline of events in my case, so I won’t rehash the whole four-year saga here.

So, I haven’t been publishing many Substack columns lately, because I’ve been busy writing the USA road trip book, Strangers in a Strange Homeland: A Manic Odyssey in Search of the American Spirit. I’ll tell you more about it and promote it below. First, though, I want to promote an interview I did with my partner in thoughtcrime, Anthony Freda. For those who don’t know him, Anthony is an artist, illustrator, and educator, based in New York City.

May 10, 1933: bpk, Bayerische Staatsbibliothek, Heinrich Hoffmann So I’ve got some good news and some bad news. I’ll give you that news in just a minute, but, first, I need to do a recap for any readers just now tuning in. Regular readers, please bear with me, or just skip down to below the Spiegel image, because a bit of repetition follows. OK, here we go with the recap.

So the German Supreme Court has ruled on my case. Their ruling is that they will not rule on my case. They sent my attorney a letter to that effect. It literally says: “The constitutional complaint will not be accepted for a ruling. No explanation is provided. This ruling is incontestable.” So I am now officially a “hate criminal” in Germany. I was already pretty much a “hate criminal” in Germany, but now it’s official. This is Germany’s supreme court. There is no higher court to appeal to.

So I was going to write a column about a recent column Chris Hedges wrote about Delaney Hall, a private prison in New Jersey, operated by The GEO Group, Inc. under contract with U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement, a subsidiary department of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, which is currently being operated as a federal immigration detention facility (i.e., Delaney Hall is, not DHS).

Another excerpt from Strangers in a Strange Homeland So I tried to write a column about dog rape. I couldn’t do it. Despite my fear of losing the last of my Substack subscribers, going broke, getting evicted from my apartment, and moving in next to the homeless guy who lives outside the doorway of the grocery store across the street, I could not do it. I could not write about dog rape. As it turns out, I have no “take” on dog rape … well, except that it’s bad. I’m against it, unequivocally.

OK, here’s the first chapter of Strangers in a Strange Homeland, the USA road-trip book, which will be published by Arcade Publishing later this year, hopefully. I don’t usually publish drafts of work in progress, but, as my regular readers know, I’ve been more or less totally out of commission for the last four months due to a serious medical issue, and I feel like I need to publish something.

It was probably always just a matter of time until the German Thought Police raided my home. The raid took place on November 26. I published a short piece about it that day, and promised to update readers with details once I got them. I don’t have any details. My attorney requested the case file from the authorities, but they haven’t sent it to him.

Three armed Berlin police officers arrived at my door this morning with a warrant to search my apartment. They conducted the search, interrogated me and my wife, and confiscated my computer. The search warrant was issued in connection with a new criminal investigationof me by the Berlin State Prosecutor. Once again, as in 2023, I am accused of disseminating pro-Nazi material, the pro-Nazi “material” in question being my book, The Rise of the New Normal Reich: Consent Factory Essays, Vol.

So there I was, staring into the cold, dead, algorithmic eyes of ChatGPT — the latest omnipotent, omniscient, and utterly unaccountable AI Overlord we’ve all apparently agreed to trust with everything from our grocery lists to our moral compass — when it hit me: Why not outsource my own destruction? Why not have ChatGPT write a CJ Hopkins–style column for me, as me, about me using ChatGPT to write a CJ Hopkins–style column?