[New York, 11/4/17]
At 6:40PM yesterday, it was 105 degrees Fahrenheit in Pakse, so it made sense to eat at an air-conditioned restaurant. It was so hot, just walking a block was an ordeal, and I sweat more than anyone I know. Luckily, Pakse Korea was across the street from my hotel, so I ducked in there.
Though I spent five months in South Korea, I know just one Korean word, mandu, meaning dumpling. Yesterday, I ordered pork mandus, but just as they arrived, the lights went out, due to the first monsoon rain of the season. As it came down noisily outside, I was more than willing to eat in the dark, but a waitress came up to the second floor, where I was all alone, to shine her cellphone at me. Though I indicated it wasn’t necessary, she kept it on me for the duration of my meal.
Sometimes, though, she just had it propped against something. Truly a negligent and irresponsible employee, and I was paying 40,000 kips [$2.30] for dinner! Such dereliction of duties surely deserved a long, hard spanking, in complete darkness.
No electricity meant no air conditioning. Seeing sweat streaming down my suffering face, the merciful young woman brought me tissues. Careful not to abuse such generosity, I produced my own paper napkins. “I sweat so much,” I explained.
This week in Kiev, Berlin, Brussels, Paris and London, the temperatures range between 45 and 70. It’s so pleasant. Europe is the land of the setting sun.
With winter over, record high heating costs are no longer a problem. Even cold showers are tolerable, if not invigorating. If I didn’t have to fly forever to get there, I wouldn’t mind strolling down a street or lane in Budapest, Prague, Dresden, Siena or Brighton, etc., but I would only do this if I had the option of getting the hell out, immediately, as much as I love Europe.
In Pakse, Laos, there are bits of Europe. Twice this week, I ate at Dok Mai Lao Trattoria Italiana. Near sublime, its crostini, pastas, pizze, salami, prosciutti, paté, cheeses and schiacciata, etc. Though serving foreigners mostly, discerning Laos are discovering Dok Mai Lao. Its owner, Coredo, knows what he’s doing. Food is heritage, meaning it’s collective genius.
Though a magnificent gem that should be cherished by all humanity, Europe is threatened, again, with massive destruction. I was lucky to spend more than four years on that continent. Though I saw much, there’s so much more to marvel at.
It’s funny. Though I’ve written repeatedly about my love for Europe, I’m accused by morons of being an “anti-white racist.” Who are these idiots? The Angry White Pussies most commonly found at Unz Review, of course. I bring them up again because their cowardly and idiotic hostility is the main reason for their self destruction. Jerked off by Jews left and right, they get off by ejaculating impotently.
You see, they can’t get enough of seeing themselves as victims. It feels so good, they can’t stop fantasizing about being raped all the time, so everybody is raping them, blacks, browns, yellows and Arabs, but not Jews, of course, for they don’t dare say the word. Since it feels so good, they do nothing but scream, and that’s why I call them Angry White Pussies.
Seven months ago, a German friend visited me in Vung Tau. Reading my recent account of a Vietnamese hotel owner in Pakse who started out selling just one flavor of ice cream on sidewalks, Christian emailed me.
He’s reminded of his grandma. Living in German majority Sudentenland, she would have inherited the biggest farm in her village had she, and all other Germans, not being expulsed at the end of WWII.
“A funny side note,” Christian writes, “The Czech government called this the “final solution of the German question.” Ah, plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose!”
Evicted from their homes, these Germans were marching through their native village when one man muttered to his son, “We’ll be back.” Overheard by some Czechs, they were yanked out and beaten to death.
Understandably, Christian’s grandma grew up with an intense hatred for Czechs. In her kitchen, she would argue with her son, Christian’s dad, who insisted that not all Czechs were murderers and thieves.
After the Berlin Wall fell, the old woman finally got a chance to revisit her birthplace. There, she met an old classmate, now the village’s mayor. Pointing to a forested hill, he said, “There aren’t enough trees to hang all the Czechs who committed crimes against Germans after the war. I am sorry for this, Christel, but I cannot do anything about it.”
Of course, Czechs already mistreated Germans before WWII, then Nazis came in to abuse and humiliate Czechs. Christians suggests Czechs committed atrocities against their German neighbors after the war to make up for their cowardice during it.
Though historical incidents come to us as cartoons for retards, we must look deeper into the tangled and conflicting narratives to tease out truths, and reject bullshit. Just now, I had a mini debate with Isha Drew about the Holocaust.
Talking about a gross racial slander against Vietnamese in Apocalypse Now, I write, “Though entirely baseless, it’s taken by fools as fact, but these chumps also believe in gas chambers, miraculously collapsing skyscrapers, US presidential elections and Jewjabs, etc.”
Objecting to the “gas chambers” bit, Drew cites a BBC profile of Matt Lukas, a Jewish comedian who lost many relatives during the “Holocaust,” “So my question to you is: is this all faked? These lists complete with names and dates which exactly correspond to family records kept by his grandmother and records in Berlin? And where did these people go if they did not go to the death camps? Is there an unknown country somewhere where they were all shunted off to and continued to live and never made attempts to contact their cousins and sisters? And all these pictures and accounts I have read over the years, personal accounts of people who survived, typically only one of many family members who did not? Are they are faked as well? You must realize that what you said in one sentence is ridiculous and tarnishes the beauty of your usual conversation.” She also adds, “As a teenager in the late fifties and early sixties I read many personal accounts of death camps and the thought they were all fakes (and it would have need to be all) is not something I can yet concede.”
I answer:
Many Holocaust accounts are bullshit, others are truthful, but the true ones describe concentration camps, not death camps with gas chambers. Take perhaps the best among them, If This is Man by Primo Levi. There's no mention of gas chambers, and Levi survived until the end of the war, like so many inmates of these “death camps.” Many did die near the end of WWII, thanks to massive Allied bombing of Nazi occupied countries. Germans themselves were starving outside the camps. In Vietnam, at least a million people died primarily because food couldn’t get to them, thanks to allied bombing. In short, Americans caused those skeletal Jews you see in the famous photos, including the corpses you see stacked up.
After the Fall of Saigon, hundreds of thousands of people were herded into Communist concentration camps, and their memoirs often sound worse than true Holocaust narratives. Others who didn’t write about their hellish experiences would talk about it, in bits and pieces. I've heard these stories. No Vietnamese claims that Communists ran death camps, only vicious concentration camps where sadistic punishment often occurred, and yes, people were murdered.
Let me ask you an innocent question. If Jews were meant to be mass murdered in death camps, why were so many still alive years into their internment. If the answer is they had to be worked nearly to death before being murdered, then why weren't they killed when they were so starved, by Allied bombing, they were useless as workers?
For lying stupendously about his Holocaust experience, Elie Wiesel was awarded the Nobel Prize!
In a recent article, I quoted a passage from the website of the Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial and Museum, “Bones that did not burn completely were ground to powder with pestles and then dumped, along with the ashes, in the rivers Soła and Vistula and in nearby ponds, or strewn in the fields as fertilizer, or used as landfill on uneven ground and in marshes.”
Do you believe that?
Replying, Drew states there was a distinction between death and concentration camps, with those sent to Sobibor, say, immediately killed. In vast Auschwitz-Birkenau, those still useful for work were being “stored,” until they were practically dead. “A reference to hospitals did not mean anything like medical care, it mostly meant not having to go out to work and someone perhaps bringing you water.”
Why have bullshitty hospitals to bring near corpses water, when the purpose of “death camps” was to kill? If bullets must be saved and a kick to the head was too much trouble, why not just let them die?
To refute Drew’s contention, I will quote Ron Unz on Anne Frank:
But for me, the most striking aspect of the story is the girl’s actual fate under the official narrative, as recounted in the thoroughly establishmentarian Wikipedia entry. Apparently disease was raging in her camp despite the best efforts of the Germans to control it, and she soon became quite ill, mostly remaining bedridden in the infirmary, before eventually dying from typhus in Spring 1945 at a different camp about six months after her initial arrival. It seems rather odd to me that a young Jewish girl who fell severely ill at Auschwitz would have spent so much time in camp hospitals and eventually died there, given that we are told the primary purpose of Auschwitz and other such camps was the efficient extermination of its Jewish inmates.
Not a zealot, I can disagree with you here, and applaud you elsewhere. Unz is right on with that observation.
My specific question to Drew is about bones being ground to powder with pestles. Her response:
I don’t know why the idea that ground bones could be used for fertilizer is so absurd to you—charcoal from burnt forests was routinely exported to Britain from the US as fertilizer before the days of phosphate fertilizers from Nauru arrived and bonemeal is still used as a fertilizer, albeit not carbonized. Germany did not have a source of phosphate fertilizer that I am aware.
I never said ground bones as fertilizer is absurd, but why would you have skeletal prisoners pulverize with pestles bones from millions of corpses that did not burn completely? Let’s just say I won’t hire Isha Drew as my death camp administrator. At least we agree Wiesel was a weasel.
Of course, there are many people a thousand times more qualified than Drew or me to debate the Holocaust, but it can’t happen, isn’t that funny? Since Berkeley gave birth to the Free Speech Movement, why not have a Holocaust Symposium there? How about a televised debate on prime time? If truth is on your side, you should welcome opportunities to undress bullshitters.
In the Jewjacked West, there is no more truth, fairness or even sanity, however, only dogmas, according to Jews, Satanists and idiots. See, I’m no antisemite. I don’t blame everything on Jews.
Truth is, I don’t blame anything on Jews, only Jewish thinking. Though anyone can be infected by this madness, it helps to have it kneaded into you early. In the West, goyim children are catching up, with goyim men doing nothing about it, for a reason already stated. If they’re terrified of just doxxing themselves, they ain’t going to do shit.
I watch the sun set from afar. Beneath the veneer of Jewish thinking in a discredited and eviscerated Communism, Laos, and Vietnam too, is mostly its bedrock self. That’s why the sun will continue to rise in the East.
There is a timeless normality here, thus comfort and hope. Meaning requires continuity.
2 comments:
Bravo!
nice responses to the holocaust believer,and nice piece.
cheers,dan
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