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31. Use of Ground Penetration Radar at Treblinka

October 4, 2021 in Holocaust Stories

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31.  Use of Ground Penetration Radar at Treblinka





Being an old, life-long Chopper Jockey, and an A&P Aircraft Mechanic, I have the inevitable interest in tinker-things. Stuff that actually DOES amazing-what-is-it, when crudely beating air into (temporary) submission ought not to be remotely possible. But some twit decided to try it, and here we are. Mostly.

Those who ought to be locked in padded cells, screaming, wearing straight jackets, now fly helicopters instead.  'Fly'



Occasionally, it has to be admitted, they still scream.

(Cough)



Moving on. Ground-Penetration-Radar. You're kidding me, I thought. WTF. I'm used to ships pointing radar towards the horizon, to see other ships, or birds, like in the Tuna Fishing World. Who in his right mind thinks of pointing the stupid thing into the GROUND?



Then I wondered about all those…. yes, those mass graves, right? Hundreds of thousands of Jews?  Millions, even?

Buried in mass graves? By those horrible Nazis?



Quote:



A detailed forensic examination at the Treblinka Camp using sophisticated electronic ground radar has also found no evidence of mass graves. An Australian team headed by Richard Krege, a qualified electronics engineer, carried out an examination at the site of the Treblinka camp. Krege's team used an $80,000 Ground Penetration Radar (GPR) device, which returns vertical-cross-sectional profiles to a computer monitor. GPR devices are routinely used around the world by geologists, archeologists, and police. GPR detects any major disturbances in the soil to a normal effective depth of four or five meters.



For six days in October 1999 the team carefully examined the entire Treblinka site, especially the alleged "mass-graves" portion, and carried out control examinations of surrounding areas. Krege's team also carried out visual soil inspections, and used an auger to take numerous soil samples. They found no soil disturbance consistent with the burial of hundreds of thousands of bodies, nor even evidence that the ground had ever been disturbed. In addition, the team found no evidence of individual graves, bone remains, human ashes, nor wood ashes. Richard Krege concluded from his examination of the site that Treblinka was never an extermination camp.[20]



Startling evidence was also revealed in 1989 when the Soviets released some of the Auschwitz death-registry volumes that fell into Soviet hands in January 1945 when the Red Army captured Auschwitz. The death certificates contained in these volumes were official German documents issued by Auschwitz camp doctors upon the death of an inmate. Each death certificate includes the deceased person's full name, profession and religion, date and place of birth, pre-Auschwitz residence, parents' names, time of death, cause of death, and a camp physician's signature. The death-registry volumes recorded the deaths of approximately 69,000 Auschwitz inmates, of whom approximately 30,000 were Jewish. Most of the deaths were caused by disease, although some death certificates recorded executions by shooting or hanging. None of the death certificates recorded death by gassing.[21]



The Auschwitz death-registry volumes call into question the existence of homicidal gas chambers. Why would the German authorities record executions by shooting or hanging and not record any by gassings? Also, why did the Soviets suppress the release of these volumes for 44 years? The Auschwitz death-registry volumes are totally inconsistent with Auschwitz being a center of mass extermination using homicidal gas chambers.[22]



Source:  https://codoh.com/library/document/did-german-homicidal-gas-chambers-exist/en/



[20]   The Journal of Historical Review, Vol. 19, No. 3, May/June 2000, p. 20.



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And then I read somewhere that the Jews planted hundreds of large STONES all over the place, supposedly as a MEMORIAL, but actually in a super-crude attempt to thwart such similar future surveys?    'F***You'



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When Ex-pats quietly muse. Of tales, unspeakable. (Part 3)

April 20, 2021 in Holocaust Stories

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Speak to me, fair woman, and tell me your story





When Ex-pats quietly muse. Of tales, unspeakable.  (Part 3)



Job taken by African



I banked the helicopter gently onto final approach into Cabinda Airport, Angola.

Listening to the often-emotional African Air Traffic controller. Who never seemed very relaxed, and was often seemingly in a state of near-panic.  Somewhere behind me, I had no idea how far away, an ancient old Boeing 727, battered and streaked, was laboriously clattering & whining its tortuous way down from the troubled skies.  Since those (Angolan)  pilots insisted in communicating almost exclusively in their own native language, we ex-Pats had little clue as to what the hell was going on. They were 'somewhere out there', and all you could do was plan on getting out-of-their-way (in a greased hurry) if the need arose. The concept of 'go-around' seemed quite alien to them. They were coming in, regardless. Maybe (literally) screaming in fright, but they were ah-coming on in. (yes, another story)

I banked a little harder, and quite casually glanced down into the harbor below.

My eyes opened wide.

("Oh!  Shhhhhhttttttt….")

Not good.

Not good at all.



At night, our evening meals at the camp were social and cultural education sessions. Being a noisy, gregarious, get-on-your-nerves Irishman, I chatted with everybody who was willing, any race, culture, orientation, uniform or hairstyle. Bone-through-your-nose, if you're friendly, I'll chat with you. I want to hear YOUR story. If you're a young lady, bare-breasted, walking down the street in Wewak, Papua New Guinea? Casually breast-feeding a small piglet (yes, seriously), much as I'd LIKE to know your story… I might… find it difficult.

("Would you mind, um, putting the piglet down for a second, love?")

On a regular basis, we'd have a farewell party. Ex-pats leaving for the last time, and not coming back. Services no longer required.



Reason?  Job taken by African.



That was a regular thing. No matter what occupation you were in, electrician, plumber, engineer, mechanic, cook or brain surgeon, you were assigned an African helper. Who helped you. While watching. How you did your job. I don't mean that unkindly. Just a statement-of-fact.  Luckily, that was impossible in my (single-pilot) helicopter, so mine was one of the few professions were you did not have helper-sitting-beside-you. We had African chopper pilots, more all the time, but (for me) not on board. Not so the 2-crew choppers, like Bell 214, or the Bell 412, of course.

Well, sooner or later, as an ex-Pat, you knew there was the risk that your helper would go to his Angolan boss, and say the dreaded words:



"I can do that!"



If delighted Angolan boss agreed, it would get kicked up to the Angolan Ministry, and, likely enough, some desk-bound, faceless Angolan clerk would rubber stamp documents and approvals, and Bill and Stan from Po-dunk, Nevada, would get their "Thank you, goodbye" notices.

And Umbimba from the local village would get a huge promotion. (but still WAY cheaper than the White Devil)

Now he'd be an electrician, not an electrician's mate. Or a tugboat captain, not the mate. A mobile crane operator, not the helper, etc.

Everybody happy in Angola. Bill and Stan unhappy in Po-dunk. Looking for a job.



Now at issue was whether or not Umbimba really knew what he was doing. He might think he knew. But did he? Again, I don't mean that unkindly, just as a statement-of-fact. And here I tread, as I seem to often do, most unwisely, down a path, so famous for its snakes. Poisonous ones.

Where wise men don't wander.

But then again, silence is easy. And cowardly.



I sigh. I get it. National Pride. Local labor is much cheaper anyway than those ex-pats.

You cannot (ever) escape the (massive) problem of in-group preference.

Every race and tribe and culture (not to mention football team supporters), I submit, has a preference FOR ITS OWN PEOPLE.   

Except us White People.

(even the weird ones with a green-ish tinge)



We are not allowed. That's….

(you know, the word)

(the WORD!)

(What…??) (are you DUMB?)

okay, then:

WAYCIST++++



Which brings me back to banking, on final approach into Cabinda Airport, and looking down.

("Oh! Shhhhhhttttttt….")

For there? Lying upside down? Crane jib in the water? Clear evidence of catastrophe?

It was (or had been) a beautiful, state-of-the-art, mobile crane. Big old thing. Expensive. Bells and whistles. Gleaming. Always driving about, all over the place, lifting stuff.

I got very friendly with the expats, who were very proud of their baby.



But then they got laid off.



A mere six weeks before. We had said our sad goodbyes, and one of them, big old fellow from Dallas, if I recall, very genial, had said, sadly:



"It won't end well…."



And here I was… eyes wide, staring down at carnage. Boy, that sure didn't last long. Chalk up another one. I mentally pictured other catastrophes of the past. The dead Angolan linesman, hanging from the high tension wires. Somebody told me there were no less than FIVE safety steps? That were ALL supposed to be activated? And if only ONE was activated, such a tragedy was impossible?

There were lots of such stories.

Score another one.



I landed, disembarked my passengers, shut down, and walked in for a coffee. Seeing the Airport Manager, a very affable Angolan, with whom I got along real well, I passed a remark about the state-of-the-art, high-tec mobile crane, taking a drink from the sea.

"Yes", he said, sadly. "And that is not the worst part."

"Oh?"

"The crane driver is still lying underneath. They are still trying to get him out.

No other mobile crane available. That was our only one."

"OH!"

"Yes, he tried to jump out. He was my cousin."



I sigh. The Moggy detractor will cite what I have written as proof of my way-cism.

The FBI has a file on me, I'm betting the ADL does too, and seeing as I've been quoted in Academia, in un-flattering tones, I'll bet there's more that keep a close tab.



I'm hoping the more thoughtful reader?



1)  … will see & maybe realize see that in-group preference is common, all over the world. Perfectly natural. Except it's forbidden to us way-cist Whites.

(even the green-tinged lower species)

Is that really going to work?



2)  … will see & maybe realize that 'all cultures being equal' and 'all people are equal' and 'the only differences is the color-of-your-skin'…

Meh. Nonsense. You have VAST differences in culture, outlook, DNA, life style…

Ability.



3)  … will,see & maybe realize that 'Open Borders' for all non-Whites into White countries, while CLOSED Borders (as quickly as humanly possible) for Whites into everybody else's country…



Double standards.



Just proves (or at least supports) the argument that all this 'Open Borders' malarkey?



IS just code for "anti-White".



They want you a disenfranchised, powerless, serf minority. Because in their opinion?



"I can do that!"



Better than you.



And the organizers of this? The great, rabid, terminally greedy collectors of colored sea-shells? (genus monetary) Financially rich, emotionally challenged, compassion-poor, and spiritually, well? Dead?



The cruel blind? The self-appointed 'elite'? (Ha! 'Elite', my hairy…elbow)



Simply put?



They hate you, White Man.

They use you, Black Man, Brown Man. They hold you (and us) in secret contempt.

Often thinly veiled. Big smile, 'welcome refugees', or not.



Who do they like?  Worship?



C'mon, you know the answer. Only one tribe of folk.





Themselves…













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Beyond the Garden gate

April 17, 2021 in The Great Cosmic Kindness

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A Chance Meeting

April 16, 2021 in The Great Cosmic Kindness















A chance meeting



It is fine to wander

staff in hand

that long, dusty road

and meet,

once in a while,

a rare event

a fellow pilgrim.



With whom

we may converse

deeply, satisfyingly

yet mostly

in silence.



Listening to clouds

the wind, the stars at night.

And our own, soft

hearts,



beating.















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Great Cosmic Kindness

April 16, 2021 in The Great Cosmic Kindness

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Great Cosmic Kindness


'Usehead'


One small soul's clumsily-tripping journey through the great puzzle of his tiny Life
   



Revealed Humanity

Sailing the Stars

Smoke, and lenses. Tiny spirit, thick fog.

Beyond the Garden Gate



Poetry



A Chance Meeting









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When Expats quietly muse. Of tales, unspeakable. (Part 2)

April 15, 2021 in Holocaust Stories

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When Expats quietly muse. Of tales, unspeakable. (Part 2)



Shutting down much-needed conversation





1. So much today strives to shut down conversation. Often, a much-needed one. Thus the cry 'Racist!', 'Islamophobe!', 'anti-Semite!', 'Islamophobe!', 'Homophobe!', sends most curious minds quickly scurrying for the (peacefully) silent hills.

2. These (often angry, even hysterical) denunciations are often wrapped in soaring morality. Positively drip-ping with it.    

3. To back up the high plains of superior morality, we have the introduction of criminal penalties for offenders, with 'Hate Speech' being a fine catch-all.  

A bit like cops, and their favorite 'disturbing the peace', one size fits all.



This shutting down of open conversation is not a good thing. As Andrew Torba so keenly sees. It's crude, a major step backwards. Wrapped in fine morality, or not.

Unfortunately, it's effective. It's left for a relative handful of GAB fools, like myself, to cheerfully wade in among the hungry (virtuous) alligators.

I am totally against unrestricted Open Borders, and hence the insincere organisations that have furiously promoted this for decades. I point an accusing finger at the Jewish owned 'Mess' (with everybody) Media. I point an accusing finger at their bought-and-paid-for political puppies. Short-sighted, selfish Quislings, all.

The bottom line is firstly that they are not acting in good faith. Their intentions are not noble. That's bogus. They patently wish to weaken White Western nations.  

Secondly, it was never voted on in recognizable form. No plebiscite. No clarity.

"Ma'am, would you like to fundamentally (and irreversibly) change your country and culture forever? Open the Borders, and allow the whole world to immigrate into White Countries?"

Asked no-one, ever.

Thirdly, it's just a flat-out, unworkable, bad idea. For a multitude of reasons.

Ask ANY Expat.





Immigrant gang Live-streaming armed gang rape… on Facebook (seriously)




I say all that, because I have no heart, right? No compassion?

(Cue the shut-down words mentioned above)

I'll let the reader decide that, but let me wade in deeper. Into that alligator pond. You see, I wish to look deeper into all these (hungry) crocodile eyes now surrounding me.  I am interested in those eyes. Especially in their copious tears.

For, much like their feigned good intentions, their tears are not real.



Israel ferociously shuns immigrants into Israel. Harshly. They want their country peaceful, low crime, and homogeneous. But, talking out of both corners-of-mouth, their 'Mess' Media, messing with your head, Ma'am, furiously tear YOU apart for wanting the same for yours.

Huh?

But even worse than that steaming hypocrisy, demonstrating flat-out Jewish bad faith, is a fact that the stunted conversation overlooks an important truth:



It's not even good for Africa, the Middle East, and other people 'exporters to White Countries'.

In fact, it's a downright bad idea.   



That is easily seen when their best and brightest, most qualified, most able to sort out their own countries, pack up for White Paradise. These are the MOST needed, and we damn Whites happily steal them? Bad idea. Terribly bad idea.

They are a small minority. Regardless of insincere Jewish Mess Media hoopla-lah, the vast majority go on benefits, welfare, and settle back to relax, enjoy, and breed voluptuously.  This is flat-out bad for everybody, and all countries involved.

You plant this idea that the party can go on forever. It can't, and it won't.

That the money will last forever. The high standard of living-without-productively-working is assured forever. Social security will always go up with inflation. Pension schemes will always be solvent. The Government loves you. They prove it by giving your hard-earned tax money to any and all new arrivals who will reliably vote for them.

You plant this idea that the (reckless) party can go on forever. It can't, and it won't.

And everybody, eventually, will cry.



So many once-White Countries, have (had) generous welfare. But the pot is steadily drying up.  If you pour in endless unskilled people claiming every benefit they can, and never or rarely contributing? With volunteer agencies 'helping them'? Collect every last cent? Often staffed (or funded) by the Jewish 5th Column?  George Soros?  The man who flat-out declares he hates us? What do you think is going to happen? What does anybody (who thinks, ffs), think?

The whole thing is going to collapse.

And everybody, eventually, will cry.



But I'm a racist, Islamophobe, anti-Semite, Homophobe.



Who has no heart, and doesn't care.











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Smoke, and lenses. Tiny spirit, thick fog.

April 10, 2021 in The Great Cosmic Kindness





Smoke, and lenses. Tiny spirit, thick fog.





There is much that I, a tiny mud worm spirit, fail to understand.  I step softly through new portals of thought, humbly, respectfully, as one always seeking a teacher. Or on the look-out. For a better, more knowledgeable man. I love to probe new questions. Or old ones, in the light of new experience, or different perspective.

I am therefore always puzzled by the teeming legions. Who confidently kick doors open. With a resounding crash. Loudly, enter. With a flourish. Or is it a swagger? Intent to make their presence felt.

Immediately.

It seems they disapprove of silence. Acoustic, or spiritual. And feel instantly obliged to fill it. With their -magnificent- being.

And I? It seems? Often offend them.  For which I am sorry.

I can't help it. It's just not my way.



I see life as a (very) short trailer. For a movie, I hope one day to see.

I see myself as in a thick fog, with ropes and string, lying on the muddy ground, radiating away from me, like the spokes of a wheel.  And I, a dull fool, at the center. My little hub.

Unseen hands try and pull away my ropes and strings. I have to grab them quickly, or they will disappear, out of reach, into that thick fog.

Strange noises often echo around my small valley, too. Through the mist. Some very faint, and barely heard. Strands of music, old songs. Sudden shouting, even cursing. Soon gone.

I have heard the uniform marching of many. The sounds of gun fire. Sirens. Smoke, and tear gas, assailing my nostrils. At night, the eerie, strange-dancing, blue lights of approaching, heavily armed, force. Ominous. Malevolent. Hunting.



Through all this mess, this confusion, the paranoia, and the galloping Absurdity of Man?

I have often tried to adjust my lenses. Through which I peer. No, not those made of plastic, or glass. I mean those lenses each of us have.

In our minds.    



It seems to me? (but what do I know)

That those 'lenses' need constant, thoughtful, honest exercise. Constant adjustment.

See close up, see far.

See maybe very far.

1.  From different points of view.  Other mud worms. How they might see the same event.

2.  From close up, in the palm of your hand. And beyond those mountains.

3.  From different time perspectives.



Through the window.



And sometimes, in the swirling fog, surrounded by rope and string, strange shouting, curses and exhortations? This mud worm wonders?

Did he fail, somewhere along the line?

Maybe his lenses have grown rigid, cloudy, opaque, unwilling to see.

The way?



They were meant to.

















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When Expats quietly muse. Of tales, unspeakable

April 9, 2021 in Holocaust Stories

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When Expats quietly muse. Of tales, unspeakable.



Routine-genocidal abomination





I was working overseas, in a dangerous part of the world. The local town was strictly off-limits at night. Risky at best. I was glad to find the supplies I needed, and uncomfortably aware I was the only White Man in the ramshackle shop, as I had been in the filthy street outside. Where curious, long, in-your-face stares are the norm. I was therefore surprised to turn around, and behold a beautiful young Western woman, blond and curvaceous, with a wonderful, open, charming smile. She was, wisely, accompanied by an unsmiling, capable-looking, uniformed body guard. We chatted a while, and upon hearing that I was flying helicopters, I saw recognition of the harsh nature of our missions in her eyes. A momentary flash of hurt, disappointment, quickly concealed. It turned out she worked for a Christian organization, bravely attempting relief work. She taught. I was invited to supper. I accepted, sadly aware of the ring on her finger.



Arriving later at their compound, I was struck by the solid defenses, the body guards, and the wariness they displayed. Although white, I was approached by them cautiously. I reflected back on the night I had heard the bone-chilling screams of a woman being gang raped. The crazies routinely did it in drunken, frenzied packs of twenty. Or more.

Supper was good. Expats only. Quietly telling, the way they do, the naked truth. In whispers.

I don't know why we whisper. But we always lower our voices. Sometimes we look around, almost fearfully.

You wonder why?



Because the truth is so utterly dispiriting. Most of us who have actually worked there, who have seen the world, seen Man in all his squabbling, raping, squandering, polluting, destructive, ROUTINE-GENOCIDAL abomination, quietly despair. We have a heart. We are sad for those people. For the G*d AWFUL conditions they live in. We have seen things. Burned and tortured bodies. Hideously staring faces, frozen in death. Their eyes, yet, communicating soul chilling terror.

Years later, we still have the dreams.



But you know something? We are also sad for YOU.

Because YOU are wildly misled by your Media, misled by your shallow, self serving, Jackass politicians, misled by your own intrinsic goodness. Your naivety.

Your good intentions and sense of charity, fair play, will haunt your descendants for generations. Or, worse. For-ever. It makes us despair that we cannot find the proper words to communicate to you that you must, you MUST, jealously, fiercely, without respite, GUARD your country, your ancestral homelands, your culture and your people. Against the invaders, and those who ceaselessly conspire for Open Borders, Diversity, and a laughable, fictitious, non-existent, poppycock, Multi-cultural Nirvana.



Beware the two demon snakes, their broad smiles, their soft, sibilant, seemingly persuasive logic.

For they WILL destroy the beauty of your people, as sure as they have methodically destroyed SO many others before.









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How do you explain that the (alleged) 'Holocaust' is not (NOT) 'ancient History'?

April 9, 2021 in Holocaust Stories

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The brave, the noble, the gentle Yezidis – scattered cruelly to the 4 winds

The world – yawns?




How do you explain to good-hearted people that the (alleged) 'Holocaust' is not (NOT) 'ancient History' ? When they shrug their shoulders? Indifferently? When their thinly-disguised dis-interest conveys: 'so who even cares any more?'



I find it hard to explain to people I am close to, that the (alleged) 'Holocaust' matters.

A lot.

If it were true? That no less than six million Jews were murdered? In barbaric fashion? It would matter, most terribly. How could it have happened? Why?  And most on point:  could it ever happen again? Eighty years in History? On a universal Time Scale?  Is just one beat of a tired butterfly's wings. It's yesterday. If that ghastly butchery were true? Worry about today! Worry about… your tomorrow.



*** Who, you should consider, were the architects? What cruel thinking led to it? Is that, demonic, sadistic thought process still around, to threaten us… today? ***



I sincerely believed it to be true. It horrified me. It outraged me.  It saddened me in a way that propelled me to dig deeper. Especially after witnessing, (and experiencing), elsewhere, on my world travels, where Man may wander, in the Darkness of his Mind.

Then…

Anomaly. In the 'six million'. I shrugged it off.

Another. Errr…. Move on. I must be simply mis-understanding this.

Yet another? A serious one, this time? Glaring, even.

Alarm bells started to ring.  The stalwart ship of my simple 'six million' understanding, up to that point? Started to list, most terrifyingly. Then the bow, amazingly, dipped under a huge wave…



I am a veteran at screwing up. I seem to have perfected the Art. Who else can set his trousers on fire, and not even realize it? (No, I'm not kidding, either)

And here I am. Perplexed, and slightly weary. Dismissed as a crank, by some. Reviled, by others. But grimly determined, to see this thing through. And not to take the easy option.

To wit, shrug my shoulders. Indifferently.



Because, (quietly horrified), if it were true? That the 'six million' has been massively, exponentially, ad Astra, falsified? Milked? Used, in the most cynical manner possible, as a powerful weapon? To extract money? Wide-ranging Political Immunity, forever, right up to this very day, from any and all legitimate criticism? Much-needed criticism? Richly deserved? Today!?

That would mean REAL 'holocausts' were being obscured from view. Maybe REAL human suffering that maybe DWARFS the supposed 'six million'?



No, you snort. Ridiculous. Not possible. That's the ravings of a fool. Setting his trousers on fire. But…  

My Lord.

If that ghastly systematic falsification was actually true?  Designed to mask FAR worse massacres?  Orchestrated, funded, carried out by the same cunning Designers of that incredible falsification??

Worry about today! Worry about… your tomorrow.



*** Who, you should consider, were the architects? What cruel thinking led to it? Is that, demonic, sadistic thought process still around, to threaten us… today? ***



I ask you. Simply. Honestly.



Respectfully.





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The Holocaust Flowery Lie Industry

April 6, 2021 in Holocaust Stories

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AD 2021 – the sad words of Solzhenitsyn – revisited




The Holocaust Flowery Lie Industry



'Castles of the Holocaust – that, when questioned, instantly evaporate'



How to approach:    trying (your simple best) to understand the (profitable) Holocaust Lie Industry.

Most of us live busy lives. Other stuff going on. Time (and energy) is at a premium.

So, in my tiny mind, I like 'clarity in thought'. I try (heck, I try) to write 'readable prose'. My stories and my 7 books on helicopters & flying & my frequent 'Stupid', have often received what is for me, an accolade:  

"It's easy to read."

Why should anything be NOT easy to read? The more wildly obscure the language, the more, (what?), 'advanced' and 'erudite' it must be? Really? Or are we just prepping the road to snidely proclaim that something was written for 'academics' and 'professionals'. Therefore, you simple-minded peon, it's quite above YOUR intellectual level. Don't trouble your tiny mind with things YOU are simply not 'equipped' to deal.

Oh, yeah?  Snotty b*st*rd…! Condescending, some?  That's straying precariously close to THIS:



"Shut up. Be quiet. Don't ask questions. Just take our learned word for it:  you people are responsible for six million Jewish deaths. You should be ashamed! Be very ashamed! Give generously to the poor survivors….!"



(No. F*ck you. I'll ask questions if I want to. LOTS of questions.)



That then often, in turn, leads to instant, rather crude accusations of being a goose-stepping Nazi, a Hitler worshiper, and/or dark and ominous statements. The ominous statements? I had one just yesterday.



"If you do not believe that six million Jews were murdered?  Then I wonder if you are part of the problem."



(What does that even MEAN? If I don't agree with YOUR assertion, YOUR SOLEMN & STERN INVOCATION of the Holocaust MYTH, then I must somehow be co-responsible for it occurring in the first place? No. I wasn't even BORN yet. I'm not responsible for the Holocaust, I'm not responsible for black slavery, and anyway, if you dig deeper, the IRISH were brought across to the US as SLAVES in vast numbers. Because they were declared by the British Monarch to be worth less than dogs. Oh, AND, Mordechai, have you checked who ALL actually OWNED those slave ships? The JEWS…)



So then they try and quickly switch tactics into (boy, this gets to be so repetitive and tiresome):



'Castles of the Holocaust – that, when questioned, instantly evaporate'



I had one the other day. "75% of the Jews who were deported from Holland never returned."



I immediately asked:  "WHAT do you base that on?"   



Annnnnnddddddd:    (silence)    'Boring'



I was waiting for them to mention, tearfully, the 'Diary of Anne Frank', and the movies, documentaries, but…. most people DO finally seem to have figured out that it was her father who wrote it. (And made a fortune out of it). (well done, Mordechai)

That fraud is just another exposed fraud and HOAX, on the great big long list of frauds & HOAXES, that were ONCE revered, unquestionable, ICONS of the Holocaust FAITH.



And saying that you heard 'it' from somebody, who heard it from the brother of the girlfriend of the shoemaker Jew who was deported, and sadly never came back? Kinda fishy, no?  He's probably in Israel, happily buried, having raised a whole clan of shoemakers.



Never mind, when you are dealing with such a goose-stepping idiot as Moggy, you can always try baffling him with BIG words. You know, words with more than two syllables. He's a neo-Nazi. So, apart from being immoral? He's also stupid, an utter IQ retard, right?  



"The Holocaust History is best left to professionals and academics. The dynamic of the spatio temporal indices, and the fluidity of the available literature, aswith the delicate sensitivity of probing hitherto poorly researched aspects of socio-environmental barometers, leads us to allow for a Q-factor spread in the customary, and often precipitate, initial nuances of traumatized survivor reporting."



(Yes, I wrote that, just for the fun of it. A mischievous moment. Tongue-in-cheek.)   'Fly'



Meh. Readable is good. It's supposed to be readable, I say.



Switching my attention to the Holocaust, and the fabled 'Six Million Jews', (which I once believed in), I started to write with the same bog-Irish simple mindset.  To wit, I wanted to:

A) understand it all better myself

B) write notes for ME ('cos there's no way I can remember all that stuff), and also write those notes that may appeal to other busy, sincere, hate-free, ordinary folk. Who really would LIKE to also understand the Holocaust better. But don't have the time & energy to spend sixteen hours a day slogging through a morass of wordy Verbal Quicksand.

C) and I thought by publishing MY simple notes, others might jump in and help ME better understand what-the-heck.



I don't have an 'agenda' (that I'm aware of), no, I don't have a large Hitler portrait over my bed, and, no, I don't diligently practice the goose step. (I'd break my neck, ffs)

I just want to know… what is this thing.  'Speaking'

The 'suffering of the Jews' is absolutely not some unique, one-off event in History. That didn't happen to anybody else, therefore they should be raised forever on a pedestal, massively compensated forever, and forever (by way of White Guilt) be IMMUNE to ANY and ALL legitimate criticism of their (many) off-the-wall actions…!  That's even if it were TRUE, which, we respectfully submit, It is NOT. A careful weighing of the pesky EVIDENCE?

Shows it is shamelessly hyped into infinity, for crude GAIN.





The 'suffering of the Jews' is NOT some unique, one-off event in History.




So, for me, the 'Holocaust sticking points' (HSP), (see www.holocaustGAB.com) are simply very basic tools, (sounding boards), with which to measure the truth content of wordy articles, and sweeping 'Six Million Jews' MYTH claims.  I've listed merely some. There's lots more 'sticking points. It just takes time to write them all up. Anybody is welcome to contribute any thoughts or input on the 'Holocaust Normie challenge list'.  Call it "Holocaust for Dummies" if you like.  Work-in-progress.  Written by a Dummy.



Now when you actually, list in hand, GO to some of these revered, super scholarly, ooh-la-la, Holocaust writers who feverishly (and furiously) PROMOTE the 'Six Million Jews'? And read (decipher) what they have to say? They don't even MENTION those 'sticking points'. That all gets very simply & conveniently ignored. By-passed. Not answered. Instead, they are off on a one-track horse, by the name of 'Six Million'. And absolutely everything they write? Is  designed to be, get this, as UN-readable for the layman as humanly possible.



And, excuse me, don't we all wonder why?



I've read some of these well-funded, so-called 'scholarly works', and, increasingly, I have come to the conclusion that I was being royally bathed in erudite bluster. Commonly referred to as… (uh-huh).



Here is one such. See what you think:  

"Quantifying the Holocaust: Hyperintense kill rates during the Nazi genocide"

by Lewi Stone   

(advances.sciencemag.org)



I've read the whole thing, (Lordie!), and I started quoting from it, and comment, here:



https://www.writersharbor.org/work_view.php?work=1187



I submit it's a really good example of verbal diarrhea dressed up as 'honey and herb glazed rack of lamb'. Trying to make it SO complicated, that it's really just endlessly repeated, pro-Holocaust PROPAGANDA, dressed up behind a smoke screen of highly dubious graphs, and sweeping assumptions.



And thus, constituting, in essence?



Flowery COBBLERS.







Return to HolocaustGAB.com?  







Last edited by Francis Meyrick on April 8, 2021, 7:44 am

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