The topic of the Holocaust is an emotional one, especially for the Jews. Here’s the problem: there never was a Holocaust. Six million Jews did not die. Jews were not the only ones who died during a four-year period of time that was a part of World War II. That war had many battles, and the events that supposedly were a holocaust made up one small, meaningless battle.
In my 2011 book Mythology and Guilt: Why The Jews Created The Holocaust, I made it clear that there never was a holocaust. It was just war, people. Just part of a war that were involved in. That means that, if the Holocaust even happened, we had a hand in all those Jews dying! Yes, plenty of Jews died, but nowhere near six million of them!
And don’t forget that the Jews weren’t the only ones affected. Many other groups died as well, but the Jews don’t want you to know that. They just want to make it all about them. What’s bringing this post on? Well, today the media is reporting that, after all these years, a Nazi executioner has been identified. Rather than leaving them alone and in the past, people insist on harassing Nazis, even when they’re dead. Seriously, just leave them alone!
Anyway, the claim is that six million Jews died during that time period. So let’s do the math. In order for that claim to be true, then 1.5 million Jews per year would have had to die. That’s 10,416 Jews per month. That’s 2,604 per week. That’s 372 Jews a day across five concentration camps, meaning 74 people died every single day in each camp. That’s seven days a week without a break. Is that really a reasonable claim?
That six million claim is dubious anyway, because the documents used to arrive at that number are suspect at best. It benefited the Jews vastly to just make numbers up. That’s what happened here. When you look at the simple math that I just did, you’ll see that there’s no possible way six million people could have died.
The way I reckon it, no more than 200,000 people died in concentration camps. Any number that exceeds that estimate should be disregarded. And anyway, 200,000 people over a four-year period is such a low amount that it shouldn’t even mean anything.
The one thing that enrages me about all of this is the effort to hunt down Nazis who had a hand in the deaths, even the Nazis who were merely carrying out lawful orders, orders that were designed to make the world a slightly better place. Numerous concentration camp guards have been put on trial, with some put to death.
One tragic figure is Rudolf Höss. Here was a man who was very much involved in implementing the camps and the methods of execution. He was simply following orders. What did he get in return? Death by hanging! That’s murder! Killing the Jews (and others, including homosexuals) during this time period was merely an unpleasant part of war. War is hell and people die.
The Jews have their poster child. Anne Frank and her diary have become part of the Jews’ agenda. The Jews, and much of the rest of the world, have pointed to Frank as justification for a pity party. But here too is cause for anger: Simon Wiestenthal, a concentration camp survivor, made it his mission to hunt down Nazis and the person or people who revealed Franks’ location, a hiding spot in Amsterdam.
Even to this day, it is not known for certain who supposedly betrayed the Franks and the others who hid with them. There are plenty of theories and claims, but I suppose it’s just one of those things where the truth will never be known.
Whomever revealed the Franks’ cowardly hiding spot, where they hid for 761 days, did the right thing. Remember, there was a war going on and the Jews were being rounded up and being held accountable. The Franks were trying to avoid that, thinking that they were better than all of the other Jews. And look what happened.
If I’d been alive back then, I absolutely would have informed authorities, even if I knew that I would have hand a hand in sending them to their slow, miserable demise. I wouldn’t have lost a second’s worth of sleep either.
Everyone in that annex died except for Frank’s father. He then saw to it that her diary was published, painting her as a tragic victim. Not so! What happened was a war, not a holocaust. There were no victims. Not Anne Frank, not her sister, nor anyone else in that annex nor anyone else in the entire battle.
When attending Oakcrest High School in Mays Landing, New Jersey, the whole Holocaust thing was forced down the throats of myself and my fellow seniors, thanks to Doug Cervi, a history teacher and Holocaust expert who to this day still screams about the Holocaust at the top of his scumbag lungs.
Cervi’s angry that he didn’t learn anything about the Holocaust until his senior year in college, so the way I figure it, he’s made every high school student suffer by forcing the Holocaust, again nothing more than a battle, down their throats. I will never forgive him for that and I hope that when his time comes, it will be slow, painful and miserable.
I will always resent him for forcing me to learn about that stuff. On the other hand, it was because of his teachings that I began to respect the Nazis and anyone else who had a hand in the battle.
I remember having to take a senior trip to the Holocaust Museum. It was the most boring thing ever, but I had to cover it for the morning announcements show and I had to remain objective, something that I really had to work hard at. I wanted to applaud anyone who had even a small hand in the battle, but of course I couldn’t.
On one occasion, there was a Holocaust survivor who visited, telling tales of what supposedly happened to her. There was the opportunity for the students to ask a question of her. Now, I was well known back then for being one of the anchors on the school’s morning announcement program, so they trusted me. Big mistake!
I blatantly asked her how it feels to go around spreading lies. The microphone was grabbed from my hands and off I went to the principal’s office. I pointed out that it was a sincere question.
There wasn’t much they could do to me, but it spread throughout the school that I was an anti-Semite, especially after I made a harmless joke about shoving a Jewish student into the kitchen’s oven so that she could be with her family. No remorse, no regrets over that harmless joke!
I don’t feel sorry for the Franks. They had no business hiding. They should have fallen in line just like everyone else. In the end, they got what they deserved and I feel no sympathy.
But back to the point: because of Wiestenthal and his helpers, numerous innocent Nazis have been imprisoned or put to death. It’s all about petty revenge and it’s disgusting! They should have been left alone to live their lives happily. Remember, it was a war. They were merely soldiers in that war. They shouldn’t be punished for following orders!
Even to this day, Germany continues to have no sense of humor about any of this. They really don’t like it when you tie Germany to the Holocaust. Maybe because they had direct involvement in the battle? Well, the same could be said of the United States. We just sit back and let it happen, only intervening at the very end.
Why is that?
Maybe it’s because we knew that it was a battle within a war that we had no business being involved in, not a holocaust. We had no business getting involved, but we did anyway, and that’s sad. We should have left the problem alone and let it resolve itself. I am ashamed that our country played a role in rescuing the Jews.
I always felt bad for the prison guards and anyone else who was mercilessly stalked by self-appointed justice seekers. They were and are the true victims in this story. Many elderly guards were mercilessly dragged out of retirement into the justice system. Some went to prison and spent their last days there. That is not justice. Not at all!
Wiestenthal should have been put to death for his constant harassment of Nazis and others who merely complied with lawful orders. But no, he is considered a hero. To me, he’s just a zero who liked to make innocent people suffer.0
It’s sad that people are still obsessed with identifying once and for all the person or people who “betrayed” Frank and her follow cowards. Equally sad is the fact that people spent years hunting down and victimizing men who played even the smallest role in the battle. And again, folks, it was not the Holocaust, not a holocaust, but a simple battle that people refuse to stop screaming about.
Can’t we just leave it where it belongs: in the past? No one important died anyway.