I have mentioned here before that I was well acquainted with a “holocaust survivor”.
This person has passed on. But not before he had many chances to relate to me, all of his horror stories about Germany during WWII. And that is what they were.
His father was a German jewish man involved in the import business.
Along with hundreds of thousands of well-heeled jews, this man’s father was taken to a Nazi labour camp. Birkenau to be precise. As the holohoax industry would have you believe…this section of Auschwitz was the very heart of the Nazi “death” camps. And it was. As in all internment camps throughout the history of war…people died. Sometimes intentionally. Sometimes not. Birkenau was of the latter group, according to my friend. There were no gas chambers there in which millions of jews were exterminated. There were no ovens to bake jews alive. There was no shrinking of jewish heads. There was no soap made from jewish fat. Despite the fact that many well-to-do yiddish people left over from the hey-day of the Weimar Republic…the wealthy…were interned there, a great deal in these camps fared better there than that to which they were accustomed. These were mostly Polish jews and Gypsies that had come from the ghettos or were essentially nomadic.
So three hots and a cot, was luxury to them…or so my friend related.
My friend was privy to these facts because his father wrote to he and his mother regularly from the camp. His father died of typhus, which was brought to the camps by the above mentioned ghetto dwellers. This was early in 1944, I believe.
In spite of all the inhuman treatment that the prisoners supposedly endured at what is known as a “death camp”, my friend’s account is much more believable. He told me of the letters describing what was essentially a POW labor camp, with a surprising amount of ammenties designed specifically for jews. Kosher food. Prisoner currency. A trading post. Organized entertainment. Sports teams. Even a brothel.
Of course these descriptions relayed to me can be verified by historical documents and photographs…if you are so inclined to seek them out. To view our world today with any kind of objectivity, you must research this.
So many lies have been told about these camps over the years. And these tales fluctuate from rather innocuous fibs to sheer perverted fantasy. But why should anyone save the descendents of those prisoners even care? Because so much that is happening in the modern world depends on two aspects of that war and those labor
camps. The blackmail with which zionism holds the world hostage; and the ‘eternal victim’ status to which the modern Western jew clings. Without these myths of inhuman treatment at the hands of Christians gone berserk…jewish behaviour in history is laid bare to scrutiny. And no zionist jew wishes that to happen. In fact no ashkanazi in the world would welcome such examination of the track record of his culture. The history of Christian atrocity is available to all…and is a source of shame for the followers of the church. But it pales in comparison to the history of yiddish horror visited upon the Gentile world. Especially when such villainy can be factually ascribed to such a miniscule percentage of the world’s population…which the jew has always been. The “holocaust” is a stopper of sorts, that precludes such historical…AND contemporary examination. There would be no israhell were it not for the myth of the holocaust. There would be no zionism infiltrating the halls of governance throughout the world without the wholesale purchase of these lies about Gentile atrocity.
So yes, it is important to debunk this pivotal hoax. Without this lie…all else falls.
I was reminded recently of an event that took place in my home when I was just a kid. Before I could really form permanent and accurate memories. A neighbor of ours back then in my childhood home, was cousin to a very famous singer of the time. She told us about her famous cousin ad infinitum…that I DO accurately remember…for it continued up until my teenage years. And that’s ok…it was her “claim to fame”. Anyway…one evening she proved it to us. She brought her cousin over to our house. Wow. I remember the weight of the event. I don’t recall much more than that. I couldn’t have been much more than 6 or 7. My sister recalls it vividly…how this popular singer came down the stairs to our basement, and spent time getting to know us…how she giggled and refused to sing more than a couple bars of her current hit.
I would like to remember more with my Sis. I truly would. I try when she recounts the tale…and can even “kinda” see the vision that she describes. After all…I WAS there at the time. But I really can’t. The images I see in my mind’s eye, are of the descriptions of it that I have heard over the years, related by my family. This may sound a bit odd and overly important…but this gal was HUGE famous at the time. So it became a bit of our claim to posterity as well as our neighbor’s. I could lie about my memories of the event. It would be easy…and verifiable. But I don’t. Neither do you. You don’t lie about important things, as a rule…because you are taught not to. You were told that you will always get caught in such fabrications. And whether or not you actually would…the fear of that…and as you grew, more importantly, the integrity of normal adulthood usually intervenes and you merely say…”well…I don’t fully remember it…but I was there…I’m told.”
Having met a famous person is a big deal to most people…as it should be. You personify their fame. You can bask a little in their glory. Just a bit. But you don’t over-do. You know better.
But some don’t.
When you are taught that lying is normal. When you are raised in a home in which such an ethic is excusable when it is practiced on all outside your particular culture…as are the Western descendents of the Khazar…then altered memories that can benefit you and/or your ‘tribe’…will be told. And the more they are told…the more they are rewarded…the more real they seem, even to the teller. And to their offspring. These are dangerous lies. They have reshaped our world as we know it today. They must be stopped. They must be debunked at every turn, if we are to remove the mantle of ‘victim’ from the zionist jew…and dismantle his fantasy which in his eyes sanctifies a reign of terror to match those horrid tales which he truly does NOT remember. He doesn’t remember, because it didn’t happen.