Ever since I was a kid, I hated being told what to do. I was one of those guys that would question everything…to the point of absurdity. If someone told me that monkeying with that thing was going to blow my legs off…I would do it anyway…just for the experience. I still have my legs. Most things in life that you are told not to do, are either hella fun, dangerous, fattening or some combination of these. The danger of these things often lies in the fact that you will be stepping on someone’s toes. I like doing that…figuratively speaking of course. I don’t like trouncing on feet for any sadistic reasons.
There is a huge disconnect in Western society. That is to say that everyone knows something…that doesn’t make any sense…and I’m damned if anyone will explain it to me in real terms. Everyone knows that israel is to be protected at all costs to the Western world. This is a given. I don’t get it. Why? What possible reason could, say Canadians have, to want to protect that shitty little country, half a world away? Why would a Scottish person, or a French citizen care what happens to these zionists in the least? And to the point of sending their money and their own children to fight in wars for this apartheid terrorist state. And yet every modern Western state seems to care…if you listen to their politicians. I cannot for one moment believe that the entire Western civilization cares in the least about these people. And yet it is in the news every day that some leader or other has declared his or her country’s allegiance to the security of this outpost of hatred. Why?
What is this fool’s errand all about? There aren’t even any particular reasons given. Well, I tell a lie. There is one. The holohoax. How many more lives is that fabrication worth? Jews have spent a huge amount of our time and money fabricating this lie. I know from the first hand experience of talking to a “survivor” of those labor camps, that the account we have been force-fed of that period in history is 90% fabrication, exaggeration and bald-face lies. You would understand this too…with only a minimum of research.
But anyway…back to stepping on toes.
What kind of person does it take that will open that box that he has been told not to? What mentality does it require to zig when they are told to zag? Who are these people telling us all what to do and what to think in the first place?
They are wealthy…as they always have been. The one with the gold makes the rules. It has always been thus. Right now in our part of history…wealthy means the judaic.
I think I could more readily understand these taboos if they were in some fashion legitimatized by facts and figures. As in “don’t stick your fingers in that fan…the fan blade will cut them”. That kind of “don’t do that” makes sense. I can, without even attempting it, understand the negative outcome of such a venture. But when you tell me “Don’t question the holocaust”…I gotta ask…why. If it indeed happened as you say, then my research into the facts and figures of it, will produce the conclusion that you are right…and righteous to have claimed it in the first place…yes? You have nothing to lose and everything to gain by my verification of your narrative. So what’s the big deal? Why is it a criminal offense in so many countries to research these assertions about jewish suffering and wrongful deaths under Nazi rule? What could possibly be gained by keeping proof of these atrocities, a government protected secret? It does not make any sense. Like “don’t open that box”…I’m gonna do it. Come what may. What I am writing here is against the law in many countries in which it is being read. If I won the lottery tomorrow…I would bet it all on the fact that sometime in the very near future…such a law will be passed in my country as well. But let it be known(and this is a warning to those that fix the lottery), if I won such a prize, one of the things I would do would be to set-up and run…at my own expense…an ANTI-Holocaust museum. In such a museum would be the proof that no such event happened. Just to step on a few toes.
Don’t tell me I can’t do something…just because you say so. Don’t tell me that I can’t speak my own mind. As a matter of fact in my advanced years, I pretty much know all about the dangers of life; of fans and fingers…so don’t tell me anything.