The Return of the Hollow Pipeline

 

 

On 17 September 2025, Mitra’s Facebook wall abruptly went private. For a moment, the hollow megaphone went silent. The propaganda stream that had been running through her name—fronting as if it were her voice—was switched off.

But now, the wall is back, and so is the pipeline.

Over the past week, a fresh series of posts appeared:

• A Netanyahu clip recycled from ILTV, standard-issue state propaganda.
• The tired slogan “Palestine Never Was & Never Will Be,” a denial of Palestinian existence wrapped in smug triumphalism. Question: what the f*ck does it even matter to Mitra—or Muscat?
• Soviet-style caricatures painting Palestinians as communist proxies of the KGB.
• Culture-war memes screaming “Wake Up Europe,” straight from the Zionist-right’s meme factories.
• Even a bizarre interjection of Zoroastrian guardians crowned in celestial light, absurdly nestled between Netanyahu videos and anti-Palestinian agitprop.

This is not authentic posting. It is ideological laundering.

The account still lists 77 friends—not hundreds, not thousands. Every post limps along with a single like (Mitra's own), sometimes none. No comments. No discussion. Silence. A broadcast into the void.

That is because the wall is not for social connection. It is not about communication. It is a staging ground.

The function is threefold:

1.     To signal ideological alignment to outside actors.

2.     To launder disparate propaganda themes into the appearance of “grassroots” content.

3.     To antagonize and destabilize those who know the truth—that this isn’t her voice at all, but a ventriloquism act with Muscat and sayanim Chabad operators on the controlling end.

The incoherence of the content is its most telling feature. Zionist denial of Palestine is spliced with Iranian nationalist imagery, anti-left disinformation, and European culture-war tropes. No individual person organically posts such a mix. Only a cut-and-paste curator following a script does.

This is why we must call it what it is: the hollow pipeline.

A channel without an audience, a billboard without a street. A voice that never belonged to her, but to those scripting behind the curtain.

And with every post, its emptiness becomes clearer.

Mitra has lost every last one of her old friends. Under the undue influence of ideological capture and elder abuse, replacing it is a daughter in the UK who herself has been captured ideologically by ultra-Zionist demons, a local Chabad operator and sayan, and Muscat—the son of a Romanian Nazi collaborator and war criminal.