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Hellstorm The Documentary
August 14, 2017
by: Paul Craig Roberts former Assistant Secretary of the Treasury under Ronald Reagan
Readers at home and abroad have brought to my attention that Thomas Goodrich Michael Thomas Goodrich is not the only historian to report crimes committed against the German people and German POWs after Germany had surrendered.
Here are some of the sources brought to my attention:
Wartime propaganda is not
concerned with truth. It is concerned with painting the enemy in the worst possible terms. The victors write the histories,
and after enduring a war victor populations don’t want to read that their side’s behavior was no different, and
possibly worse, than the cruel and inhuman behavior of the vanquished.
Obviously, this puts limits on what historians can write if they want readers and university
careers. It is only many years later that truth can begin to make its appearance.
Some readers reacted to my review of David Irving’s book about the Nuremberg showtrial
of Germans during 1945-46 with the comment that Irving understates allied criminality. Several sent me links to a documentary
made recently by Americans based on midwestern American Thomas Goodrich’s history, Hellstorm: The Death of Nazi Germany,
There are 147 customer reviews
of the book on amazon.com and 75% of the reviews are 5 star. Evidently, not even Zionist trolls were able to bury the book.
Not much of this documentary has to be true in order to reach the conclusion
that what the Americans, British, and above all the Soviets did to Germans
during the war
and in the war’s final days and, worse, after the war, dwarfs in its inhumanity and illegality everything the Nazis
did. More Germans died during the two years after the war than died in fighting the Americans and British during the war.
Mass exterminations of Germans and systematic rape of German females as young as eight years old were going on during the
Nuremberg trials. What happened to Germans fit the program for the genocide of Germany advocated by the Jewish US Secretary
of the Treasury Henry Morganthau.
Nazi Germany is the most demonized entity in modern history, and the demonization continues. To whom did the killer bitch
compare the Russian President in order to demonize him but to Hitler. Seventy-two years after the end of WW 2 Hollywood
still produces movies that vilify Germany. Consequently, few historians have dared to write about what was done to Germans.
But Thomas Goodrich did, and Kyle Hunt made a documentary from the book. Judging from the screen credits, many Americans
were involved in producing the documentary. Little doubt but they have all been labeled “white supremacists.”
(White supremacist is a curious term. Obama is partly black, but he declared the white supremacy doctrine of the neoconservatives
when he said that Americans were the exceptional people and America was the indispensable country.”)
I watched it, and I can tell you that you will need to be emotionally and mentally
strong to watch this documentary, not only because it will affront your belief in the goodness of your country but also because
it forces you to confront unspeakable evil that cannot be blamed on Nazis.
Of course, the book and the documentary can be a hoax. The problem we face today
is that although we know that the print and TV media and NPR are propaganda organs, so can be documentaries and information
available on the Internet. I know a lot, but WW 2 was not a subject I studied closely even though I grew up in its aftermath.
What do people born decades later know of it? Nothing but what they saw in movies in which Nazis are the ultimate evil.
In my lifetime I have watched truth diminish. By and large scientists serve the
government’s military programs and cannot speak out when the government lies without ending their careers. Economists
serve Wall Street, the big banks, and the global corporations. Psychologists and anthropologists help Washington subdue
its victim populations. Journalism serves the government’s lies. Medical doctors prescribe according to the pharmaceutical
companies. Wherever you look, you see professionalism serving a material interest.
The question I ask myself is what material interest does the book and documentary
serve? Nazi Germany has been dead and buried for 72 years. Indeed, Germany has not been an independent country for 72 years
and has no prospects of becoming one. Marine Le Pen is branded right-wing because she is for French sovereignty, but as
some Europeans have said, the CIA would assassinate her before they would allow her to become president of France. Indeed,
the former deputy director of the FBI recently said that the CIA was going to assassinate President Trump. http://thehill.com/…/346171-former-mueller-deputy-on-trump-…
Making peace with Russia
is a massive threat to the military/security complex’s vast budget and power, and they are not going to allow it.
Neither are they going to allow Marine Le Pen and the French voters to break up NATO and the EU in the name of French sovereignty,
thereby threatening Washington’s power over Europe.
What powerful interest is served by Goodrich’s book and Hunt’s documentary?
Can we say it is a Russian plot to make themselves look far worst than Nazis?
Is it an Israeli plot to discredit themselves in order to discredit the goyim?
Clearly it is not a plot that would serve the military/security complex or Wall
Street and the banks.
What other powerful interests are there?
As the Romans did to
Carthage, Germany might not exist today had Washington not decided that Germany needed to be rebuilt as a barrier to communism
and as a forward base for the Cold War against the Soviet Union.
"Good War . . . Better Peace"
To help celebrate the upcoming 7oth Anniversary of the end of
the “Good War” and the beginning of the “Good Peace,” Thomas Goodrich offers the following from
his books, Hellstorm—The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947, and Rape Hate—Sex & Violence in War & Peace.
so, with the once mighty German Army now disarmed and enslaved in May, 1945, and with their leaders either dead or awaiting
trial for so-called “war crimes,” the old men, women and children who remained in the dismembered Reich found
themselves utterly at the mercy of the victors. Unfortunately for these survivors, never in the history of the world was
mercy in shorter supply.
Soon after the Allied victory in Europe, the purge of Nazi Party members from government, business, industry, science,
education, and all other walks of German life commenced. While a surprising number of Nazis were allowed—even compelled—to
man their posts temporarily to enable a smooth transition, all party members, high and low, were sooner or later excised
from German daily life. In theory, “de-Nazification” was a simple transplanting of Nazi officials with those
of democratic, socialist or communist underpinnings. In practice, the purge became little more than a cloak for an orgy
of rape, torture and death.
Because their knowledge of the language and culture was superb, most
of the intelligence officers accompanying US and British forces into the Reich were Jewish refugees who had fled Germany
in the late 1930s. Although their American and English “aides” were hardly better, the fact that many of these
“39ers” became interrogators, examiners and screeners, with old scores to settle, insured that Nazis— or
any German, for that matter—would be shown no mercy.
One man opposed to the vengeance-minded program was George Patton.
“Evidently the virus started by Morgenthau and [Bernard] Baruch of a Semitic revenge against all Germans is still
working … ,” wrote the general in private. “I am frankly opposed to this war-criminal stuff. It is not
cricket and it is Semitic….I can’t see how Americans can sink so low.”
Soon after occupation, all adult Germans were
compelled to register at the nearest Allied headquarters and complete a lengthy questionnaire on their past activities.
While many nervous citizens were detained then and there, most returned home, convinced that at long last the terrible ordeal
was over. For millions, however, the trial had but begun.
“Then it started,” remembered Anna Fest, a woman who had
registered with the Americans six weeks earlier.
Such a feeling of helplessness, when three or four heavily armed military police stand
in front of you. You just panic. I cried terribly. My mother was completely beside herself and said, “You can’t
do this. She registered just as she was supposed to.” Then she said, “If only you’d gone somewhere else
and had hidden.” But I consider that senseless, because I did not feel guilty. . . . That was the way it went with
everyone, with no reason given.
German adults, Nazi or not, escaped the dreaded knock on the door. Far from being dangerous fascists, Freddy and Lali Horstmann
were actually well-known anti-Nazis. Records Lali from the Russian Zone:
“I am sorry to bother you,” he began, “but I am simply carrying
out my orders. Until when did you work for the Foreign Office?”
1933,” my husband answered.
“Then you need fear nothing,” Androff
said…. “We accuse you of nothing, but we want you to accompany us to the headquarters of the NKVD, the secret
police, so that we can take down what you said in a protocol, and ask you a few questions about the working of the Foreign
We were stunned for a moment; then I started forward, asking
if I could come along with them. “Impossible,” the interpreter smiled. My heart raced. Would Freddy answer satisfactorily?
Could he stand the excitement? What sort of accommodation would they give him?
worry, your husband has nothing to fear,” Androff continued. “He will have a heated room. Give him a blanket
for the night, but quickly, we must leave. .. .”
There was a feeling of sharp
tension, putting the soldier on his guard, as though he were expecting an attack from one of us. I took first the soldier,
then the interpreter, by their hands and begged them to be kind to Freddy, repeating myself in the bustle and scraping of
feet that drowned my words. There was a banging of doors. A cold wind blew in. I felt Freddy kiss me. I never saw him again.
“[W]e were wakened by the sound of tires screeching, engines
stopping abruptly, orders yelled, general din, and a hammering on the window shutters. Then the intruders broke through
the door, and we saw Americans with rifles who stood in front of our bed and shone lights at us. None of them spoke German,
but their gestures said: ‘Get dressed, come with us immediately.’ This was my fourth arrest.”
So wrote Leni Riefenstahl,
a talented young woman who was perhaps the world’s greatest film-maker. Because her epic documentaries— Triumph
of the Will and Olympia—seemed paeans to not only Germany, but National Socialism, and because of her close relationship
with an admiring Adolf Hitler, Leni was of more than passing interest to the Allies. Though false, rumors also hinted that
the attractive, sometimes-actress was also a “mistress of the devil”—that she and Hitler were lovers.
my husband nor my mother nor any of my three assistants had ever joined the Nazi Party, nor had any of us been politically
active,” said the confused young woman. “No charges had ever been filed against us, yet we were at the mercy
of the [Allies] and had no legal protection of any kind.”
Soon after Leni’s fourth arrest, came a fifth.
The jeep raced along the autobahns until, a few hours
later …I was brought to the Salzburg Prison; there an elderly prison matron rudely pushed me into the cell, kicking
me so hard that I fell to the ground; then the door was locked. There were two other women in the dark, barren room, and
one of them, on her knees, slid about the floor, jabbering confusedly; then she began to scream, her limbs writhing hysterically.
She seemed to have lost her mind. The other woman crouched on her bunk, weeping to herself.
As Leni and others quickly discovered, the “softening up”
process began soon after arrival at an Allied prison. When Ernst von Salomon, his Jewish girl friend and fellow prisoners
reached an American holding pen near Munich, the men were promptly led into a room and brutally beaten by military police.
With his teeth knocked out and blood spurting from his mouth, von Salomon moaned to a gum-chewing officer, “You are
no gentlemen.” The remark brought only a roar of laughter from the attackers. “No, no, no!” the GIs grinned.
“We are Mississippi boys!” In another room, military policemen raped the women at will while leering soldiers
watched from windows.
After such savage treatment, the feelings of despair only intensified once the captives were crammed into cells.
had been standing there for three days, waiting to be interrogated,” remembered a German physician ordered to treat
prisoners in the Soviet Zone. “At the sight of us a pandemonium broke out which left me helpless…. As far as
I could gather, the usual senseless questions were being reiterated: Why were they there, and for how long? They had no
water and hardly anything to eat. They wanted to be let out more often than once a day…. A great many of them have
dysentery so badly that they can no longer get up.”
“Young Poles made fun of us,” said a woman from her cell
in the same zone. “[They] threw bricks through the windows, paperbags with sand, and skins of hares filled with excrement.
We did not dare to move or offer resistance, but huddled together in the farthest corner, in order not to be hit, which
could not always be avoided. . . . [W]e were never free from torments.”
“For hours on end I rolled about on my
bed, trying to forget my surroundings,” recalled Leni Riefenstahl, “but it was impossible.”
The mentally disturbed woman
kept screaming—all through the night; but even worse were the yells and shrieks of men from the courtyard, men who
were being beaten, screaming like animals. I subsequently found out that a company of SS men was being interrogated.
They came for me the next morning, and I was taken to a padded cell where I had to strip naked, and a woman
examined every square inch of my body. Then I had to get dressed and go down to the courtyard, where many men were standing,
apparently prisoners, and I was the only woman. We had to line up before an American guard who spoke German. The prisoners
stood to attention, so I tried to do the same, and then an American came who spoke fluent German. He pushed a few people
together, then halted at the first in our line.
“Were you in the Party?”
The prisoner hesitated for a moment, then said: Yes.” He was slugged in the face and spat blood.
The American went on to the next in line.
“Were you in the
The man hesitated.
too got punched so hard in the face that the blood ran out of his mouth. However, like the first man, he didn’t dare
They didn’t even instinctively raise their hands to protect themselves.
They did nothing. They put up with the blows like dogs.
The next man was asked: “Were you in the Party?”
“No,” he yelled, so no punch. From then on nobody admitted that he had been in the Party and I was not
As the above
case illustrated, there often was no rhyme or reason to the examinations; all seemed designed to force from the victim what
the inquisitor wanted to hear, whether true or false. Additionally, most such “interrogations” were structured
to inflict as much pain and suffering as possible. Explained one prisoner:
The purpose of these interrogations is not to worm out of the people what
they knew—which would be uninteresting anyway—but to extort from them special statements. The methods resorted
to are extremely primitive; people are beaten up until they confess to having been members of the Nazi Party…. The
authorities simply assume that, basically, everybody has belonged to the Party. Many people die during and after these interrogations,
while others, who admit at once their party membership, are treated more leniently.
“A young commissar, who was a great hater of the Germans, cross-examined
me… ,” said Gertrude Schulz. “When he put the question: ‘Frauenwerk [Women’s Labor Service]?’
I answered in the negative. Thereupon he became so enraged, that he beat me with a stick, until I was black and blue. I
received about 15 blows … on my left upper arm, on my back and on my thigh. I collapsed and, as in the case of the
first cross-examination, I had to sign the questionnaire.”
“Both officers who took our testimony were former German Jews,” reminisced a member
of the women’s SS, Anna Fest. While vicious dogs snarled nearby, one of the officers screamed questions and accusations
at Anna. If the answers were not those desired, “he kicked me in the back and the other hit me.”
They kept saying we must
have been armed, have had pistols or so. But we had no weapons, none of us….I had no pistol. I couldn’t say,
just so they’d leave me in peace, yes, we had pistols. The same thing would happen to the next person to testify….
[T]he terrible thing was, the German men had to watch. That was a horrible, horrible experience…. That must have
been terrible for them. When I went outside, several of them stood there with tears running down their cheeks. What could
they have done? They could do nothing.
Not surprisingly, with beatings, rape, torture, and death facing them, few victims failed to “confess”
and most gladly inked their name to any scrap of paper shown them. Some, like Anna, tried to resist. Such recalcitrance
was almost always of short duration, however. Generally, after enduring blackened eyes, broken bones, electric shock to
breasts—or, in the case of men, smashed testicles—only those who died during torture failed to sign confessions.
by sadistic hate, utterly bereft of law, many victims understandably escaped by taking their own lives. Like tiny islands
in a vast sea of evil, however, miracles did occur. As he limped painfully back to his prison cell, one Wehrmacht officer
reflected on the insults, beatings, and tortures he had endured and contemplated suicide.
I could not see properly in the semi-darkness and missed
my open cell door. A kick in the back and I was sprawling on the floor. As I raised myself I said to myself I could not,
should not accept this humiliation. I sat on my bunk. I had hidden a razor blade that would serve to open my veins. Then
I looked at the New Testament and found these words in the Gospel of St. John: “Without me ye can do nothing.”
Yes. You can mangle this poor body—I looked down at the running sores on my legs—but myself,
my honor, God’s image that is in me, you cannot touch. This body is only a shell, not my real self. Without Him, without
the Lord, my Lord, ye can do nothing. New strength seemed to rise in me.
pondering over what seemed to me a miracle when the heavy lock turned in the cell door. A very young American soldier came
in, put his finger to his lips to warn me not to speak. “I saw it,” he said. “Here are baked potatoes.”
He pulled the potatoes out of his pocket and gave them to me, and then went out, locking the door behind him.
Horrific as de-Nazification
was in the British, French and, especially the American Zone, it was nothing compared to what took place in Poland, behind
Soviet lines. In hundreds of concentration camps sponsored by an apparatus called the “Office of State Security,”
thousands of Germans—male and female, old and young, high and low, Nazi and non–Nazi, SS, Wehrmacht, Volkssturm,
Hitler Youth, all—were rounded up and imprisoned. Staffed and run by Jews, with help from Poles, Czechs, Russians,
and other concentration camp survivors, the prisons were little better than torture chambers where dying was a thing to be
prolonged, not hastened. While those with blond hair, blue eyes and handsome features were first to go, anyone who spoke
German would do.
Moments after arrival, prisoners were made horrifyingly aware of their fate. John Sack, himself a Jew, reports on
one camp run by twenty-six-year-old Shlomo Morel:
“I was at Auschwitz,” Shlomo proclaimed, lying to the Germans but, even
more, to himself, psyching himself like a fighter the night of the championship, filling himself with hate for the Germans
around him. “I was at Auschwitz for six long years, and I swore that if I got out, I’d pay all you Nazis back.”
His eyes sent spears, but the “Nazis” sent him a look of simple bewilderment. . .
“Now sing the Horst Wessel Song!” No one did, and Shlomo, who carried a hard rubber club, hit it against
a bed like some judge’s gavel. “Sing it, I say!”
held high . . . ,” some Germans began.
“Everyone!” Shlomo said.
“The ranks closed tight. . . .”
“I said everyone!”
Shlomo cried to the blondest, bluest-eyed
person there. “I said sing!” He swung his rubber club at the man’s golden head and hit it. The man staggered
“Our comrades, killed by the Reds and Reactionaries… .”
“Sonofabitch!” Shlomo cried, enraged that the man was defying him by not singing but staggering
back. He hit him again, saying,
“Are marching in spirit with us…”
“Clear the street for the Brown Battalions… .”
louder!” cried Shlomo, hitting another shouting man…. “Millions of hopeful people…”
“Are looking to the swastika…
“Schweine!” Shlomo cried. He threw down his rubber club, grabbed a wooden
stool, and, a leg in his fist, started beating a German’s head. Without thinking, the man raised his arms, and Shlomo,
enraged that the man would try to evade his just punishment, cried, “Sonofawhore!” and slammed the stool against
the man’s chest. The man dropped his arms, and Shlomo started hitting his now undefended head when snap! the leg of
the stool split off, and, cursing the German birchwood, he grabbed another stool and hit the German with that. No one was
singing now, but Shlomo, shouting, didn’t notice. The other guards called out, “Blond!” “Black!”
“Short!” “Tall!” and as each of these terrified people came up, they wielded their clubs upon him.
The brawl went on till eleven o’clock, when the sweat-drenched invaders cried, “Pigs! We will fix you up!”
and left the Germans alone.
Some were quite fixed…. Shlomo and
his subordinates had killed them.
next night it was more of the same . . . and the next night and the next and the next. Those who survived the “welcoming
committees” at this and other camps were flung back into their pens.
“I was put with 30 women into a cell, which was intended to
accommodate one person,” Gerlinde Winkler recalled. “The narrow space, into which we were rammed, was unbearable
and our legs were all entangled together. . . . The women, ill with dysentery, were only allowed to go out once a day, in
order to relieve themselves. A bucket without a cover was pushed into the cell with the remark: ‘Here you have one,
you German sows.’ The stink was insupportable, and we were not allowed to open the little window.”
in the cells became dense, the smell of the excrement filled it, the heat was like in Calcutta, and the flies made the ceiling
black,” wrote John Sack. “I’m choking, the Germans thought, and one even took the community razor blade
and, in despair, cut his throat open with it.”
When the wretched
inmates were at last pried from their hellish tombs, it was only for interrogation. Sack continues:
As many as eight interrogators, almost all Jews, stood
around any one German saying, “Were you in the Nazi Party?” Sometimes a German said, “Yes,” and
the boys shouted, “Du schwein! You pig!” and beat him and broke his arm, perhaps, before sending him to his cell.
. . . But usually a German said, “No,” and the boys … told him, “You’re lying. You were a
“No, I never was.”
lying! We know about you!”
“No, I really wasn’t—”
“Du lugst! You’re lying!” they cried, hitting the obstinate man. “You better admit
it! Or you’ll get a longer sentence! Now! Were you in the Nazi Party?”
the German often said, and the boys had to beat him and beat him until he was really crying, “I was a Nazi! Yes!”
But sometimes a German wouldn’t confess. One such hard case was a fifty-year-old….
“Were you in the Party?”
“No, I wasn’t
“How many people work for you?”
“In the high season, thirty-five.”
have been in the Party,” the boy deduced.
He asked for the German’s
wallet, where he found a fishing license with the stamp of the German Anglers Association. Studying it, he told the German,
“It’s stamped by the Party.”
“It’s not,” said
He’d lost his left arm in World War I and was using his right
arm to gesture with, and, to the boy, he may have seemed to be Heiling Hitler. The boy became violent. He grabbed the man’s
collar, hit the man’s head against the wall, hit it against it ten times more, threw the man’s body onto the
floor, and, in his boots, jumped on the man’s cringing chest as though jumping rope. A half dozen other interrogators,
almost all Jews, pushed the man onto a couch, pulled off his trousers, and hit him with hard rubber clubs and hard rubber
hoses full of stones. The sweat started running down the Jews’ arms, and the blood down the man’s naked legs.
“Warst du in der Partei?”
“Warst du in der Partei?”
German screamed—screamed, till the boys had to go to Shlomo’s kitchen for a wooden spoon and to use it to cram
some rags in the German’s mouth. Then they resumed beating him. . . . The more the man contradicted them, the more
they hated him for it.
After undergoing similar sessions on a regular basis, the victim was brought back for the eighth
the man was half unconscious due to his many concussions, and he wasn’t thinking clearly. The boys worked on him with
rubber and oak-wood clubs and said, “Do you still say you weren’t in the Party?”
“No! I didn’t say I wasn’t in the Party!”
“No!” said the punch drunk man. “I never
“You were in the Party?”
The boys stopped beating him. They practically sighed,
as if their ordeal were over now. They lit up cigarettes….
one said to the German. The man stood up, and he had his hand on the doorknob when one of the boys impulsively hit the back
of his head, and he fell to the floor, unconscious.
“Aufstehen, du Deutsches
schwein. Stand up, you German pig,” the boys said, kicking him till he stood up and collapsed again. Two boys carried
him to his cell and dropped him in a corner….
Of course, the boys would beat
up the Germans for “Yes”es as well as “No”s. In Glatz, the Jewish commandant asked a German policeman,
“Were you in the Party?”
“Of course! I was obliged to be!”
“Lie down,” the commandant said, and six weeks later the boys were still whipping the German’s
Some torture sessions
lacked even the pretense of an examination. Remembered Eva Reimann:
My cell door opened. The guard, who, because of the foul smell, held a handkerchief
to his nose, cried, “Reimann Eva! Come!” I was led to a first-floor room.
shouted at me, “Take off your shoes!” I took them off. “Lie down!” I lay down. He took a thick bamboo
stick, and he beat the soles of my feet. I screamed, since the pain was very great. . . . The stick whistled down on me.
A blow on my mouth tore my lower lip, and my teeth started bleeding violently. He beat my feet again. The pain was unbearable….
The door opened suddenly, and, smiling obligingly, a cigarette in his mouth, in came the chief of the Office,
named Sternnagel. In faultless German he asked me, “What’s wrong here? Why do you let yourself be beaten? You
just have to sign this document. Or should we jam your fingers in the door, until the bones are broad. . . ?
A man picked me up by the ankles, raised me eight inches above the floor, and let me fall. My hands were
tied, and my head hit hard. . . . I lay in a bloody puddle. Someone cried, “Stand up!” I tried to, and, with
unspeakable pain, I succeeded. A man with a pistol came, held it to my left temple, and said, “Will you now confess?”
I told him, “Please shoot me.” Yes, I hoped to be freed from all his tortures. I begged him, “Please pull
barely surviving his “interrogation,” one fourteen-year-old was taken to the camp infirmary. “My body was
green, but my legs were fire red,” the boy said. “My wounds were bound with toilet paper, and I had to change
the toilet paper every day. I was in the perfect place to watch what went on…. All the patients were beaten people,
and they died everywhere: at their beds, in the washroom, on the toilet. At night, I had to step over the dead as if that
were normal to do.”
When the supply of victims ran low, it was a simple matter to find more. John Sack:
One day, a German in pitch-black pants, the SS’s
color, showed up in Lola’s prison. He’d been spotted near the city square by a Pole who’d said, “Fascist!
You’re wearing black!” At that, the German had bolted off, but the Pole chased him a mile to the Church of Saints
Peter and Paul, tackled him by a gold mosaic, hit him, kicked him, and took him to Lola’s prison. Some guards, all
girls, then seized the incriminating evidence: the man’s black pants, pulling them off so aggressively that one of
the tendons tore. The man screamed, but the girls said, “Shut up!” and they didn’t recognize that the pants
were part of a boy scout uniform. The “man” was fourteen years old.
girls decided to torture him [with]. . . . fire. They held down the German boy, put out their cigarettes on him, and, using
gasoline, set his curly black hair afire.
At the larger prison camps, Germans died by the hundreds daily.
“You pigs!” the commandant then cried, and he beat the Germans
with their stools, often killing them. At dawn many days, a Jewish guard cried, “Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier!” and
marched the Germans into the woods outside their camp. “Halt! Get your shovels! Dig!” the guard cried, and,
when the Germans had dug a big grave, he put a picture of Hitler in. “Now cry!” the guard said. “And sing
All the Dogs Are Barking!” and all the Germans moaned,
All the dogs are barking,
All the dogs are barking,
Just the little hot-dogs,
Aren’t barking at all.
The guard then cried, “Get undressed!”
and, when the Germans were naked, he beat them, poured liquid manure on them, or, catching a toad, shoved the fat thing
down a German’s throat, the German soon dying.
Utterly unhinged by years of persecution, by the loss of homes and loved ones, for the camp operators, no torture,
no sadism, no bestiality, seemed too monstrous to inflict on those now in their power. Some Germans were forced to crawl
on all fours and eat their own excrement as well as that of others. Many were drowned in open latrines. Hundreds were herded
into buildings and burned to death or sealed in caskets and buried alive.
Near Lamsdorf, German women were forced to disinter bodies from a
Polish burial site. According to John Sack:
The women did, and they started to suffer nausea as the bodies, black as the stuff in a gutter, appeared. The faces
were rotten, the flesh was glue, but the guards—who had often seemed psychopathic, making a German woman drink urine,
drink blood, and eat a man’s excrement, inserting an oily five-mark bill in a woman’s vagina, putting a match
to it—shouted at the women . . . “Lie down with them!” The women did, and the guards shouted, “Hug
them!” “Kiss them!” “Make love with them!” and, with their rifles, pushed on the backs of the
women’s heads until their eyes, noses and mouths were deep in the Polish faces’ slime. The women who clamped
their lips couldn’t scream, and the women who screamed had to taste something vile. Spitting, retching, the women
at last stood up, the wet tendrils still on their chins, fingers, clothes, the wet seeping into the fibers, the stink like
a mist around them as they marched back to Lamsdorf. There were no showers there, and the corpses had all had typhus, apparently,
and sixty-four women . . . died.
Not surprisingly, the mortality rate at the concentration camps was staggering and relatively few survived. At one
prison of eight thousand, a mere 1,500 lived to reach home. And of those “lucky” individuals who did leave with
their lives, few could any longer be called human.
When a smattering of accounts began to leak from Poland of the unspeakable
crimes being committed, many in the West were stunned. “One would expect that after the horrors in Nazi concentration
camps, nothing like that could ever happen again,” muttered one US senator, who then reported on beatings, torture
and “brains splashed on the ceiling.”
“Is this what our soldiers died for?” echoed a Briton in the House
Added Winston Churchill: “Enormous numbers [of Germans] are utterly unaccounted for. It is not impossible
that tragedy on a prodigious scale is unfolding itself behind the Iron Curtain.”
While Churchill and others in the West were expressing
shock and surprise over the sadistic slaughter taking place in the Soviet Zone, precious little was said about the “tragedy
on a prodigious scale” that was transpiring in their own backyard.
Among the millions
imprisoned by the Allies were thousands of Germans accused of having a direct or indirect hand in war crimes. Because the
victorious powers demanded swift and severe punishment, Allied prosecutors were urged to get the most damning indictments
in as little time as possible. Unfortunately for the accused, their captors seemed determined to inflict as much pain as
possible in the process.
“[W]e were thrown into small cells stark
naked,” Hans Schmidt later wrote. “The cells in which three or four persons were incarcerated were six and a
half by ten feet in size and had no windows or ventilation.”
When we went to the lavatory we had to run through a lane of Americans who
struck us with straps, brooms, cudgels, buckets, belts, and pistol holders to make us fall down. Our head, eyes, body, belly,
and genitals were violently injured. A man stood inside the lavatory to beat us and spit on us. We returned to our cells
through the same ordeal. The temperature in the cells was 140 Fahrenheit or more. During the first three days we were given
only one cup of water and a small slice of bread. During the first days we perspired all the time, then perspiration stopped.
We were kept standing chained back to back for hours. We suffered terribly from thirst, blood stagnation and mortification
of the hands. From time to time water was poured on the almost red-hot radiators, filling the cells with steam, so that we
could hardly breathe. During all this time the cells were in darkness, except when the American soldiers entered and switched
on electric bulbs … which forced us to close our eyes.
Our thirst became
more and more cruel, so that our lips cracked, our tongues were stiff, and we eventually became apathetic, or raved, or
After enduring this torture for several days, we were given a small
blanket to cover our nakedness, and driven to the courtyard outside. The uneven soil was covered with pebbles and slag and
we were again beaten and finally driven back on our smashed and bleeding feet. While out of breath, burning cigarettes were
pushed into our mouths, and each of us was forced to eat three or four of them. Meanwhile the American soldiers continued
to hit us on eyes, head, and ears. Back in our cells we were pushed against burning radiators, so that our skin was blistered.
For thirteen days and nights we received the same treatment, tortured by heat and thirst. When we begged
for water, our guards mocked us. When we fainted we were revived by being drenched with cold water. There was dirt everywhere
and we were never allowed to wash, our inflamed eyes gave us terrible pain, we fainted continuously.
Every twenty minutes or so our cell doors were opened and the soldiers insulted and hit us. Whenever the
doors were opened we had to stand still with our backs to the door. Two plates of food, spiced with salt, pepper, and mustard
to make us thirstier, were given us daily. We ate in the dark on the floor. The thirst was the most terrible of all our
tortures and we could not sleep.
In this condition I was brought to trial.
During the Nazi war crimes trials and hearings, almost any method
that would obtain a “confession” was employed. Eager to implicate high-ranking German officers in the Malmedy
Massacre, American investigator Harry Thon ordered Wehrmacht sergeant Willi Schafer to write out an incriminating affidavit:
Next morning Mr. Thon appeared
in my cell, read my report, tore it up, swore at me and hit me. After threatening to have me killed unless I wrote what
he wanted, he left. A few minutes later the door of my cell opened, a black hood encrusted with blood, was put over my head
and face and I was led to another room. In view of Mr. Thon’s threat the black cap had a crushing effect on my spirits….
Four men of my company … accused me, although later they admitted to having borne false testimony. Nevertheless I
still refused to incriminate myself. Thereupon Mr. Thon said that if I continued to refuse this would be taken as proof
of my Nazi opinions, and . . . my death was certain. He said I would have no chance against four witnesses, and advised me
for my own good to make a statement after which I would be set free. . . . I still refused. I told Mr. Thon that although
my memory was good, I was unable to recall any of the occurrences he wished me to write about and which to the best of my
knowledge had never occurred.
Mr. Thon left but returned in a little while with Lieutenant
[William] Perl who abused me, and told Mr. Thon that, should I not write what was required within half an hour, I should
be left to my fate. Lieutenant Perl made it clear to me that I had the alternative of writing and going free or not writing
and dying. I decided for life.
Landser unable to resist the pressure was Joachim Hoffman:
[W]hen taken for a hearing a black hood was placed over my head. The guards
who took me to my hearing often struck or kicked me. I was twice thrown down the stairs and was hurt so much that blood ran
out of my mouth and nose. At the hearing, when I told the officers about the ill treatment I had suffered, they only laughed.
I was beaten and the black cap pulled over my face whenever I could not answer the questions put to me, or gave answers
not pleasing to the officers….I was beaten and several times kicked in the genitals.
Understandably, after several such sessions, even the strongest submitted
and signed papers incriminating themselves and others.
“If you confess you will go free,” nineteen-year-old
Siegfried Jaenckel was told. “[Y]ou need only to say you had an order from your superiors. But if you won’t
speak you will be hung.”
Despite the mental and physical abuse, young Jaenckel held out as long as he could: “I was beaten and I heard
the cries of the men being tortured in adjoining cells, and whenever I was taken for a hearing I trembled with fear….
Subjected to such duress I eventually gave in, and signed the long statement dictated to me.”
Far from being isolated or extreme cases, such
methods of extorting confessions were the rule rather than the exception. Wrote author Freda Utley, who learned of the horror
after speaking with American jurist Edward van Roden:
Beatings and brutal kickings; knocking-out of teeth and breaking of jaws; mock trials;
solitary confinement; torture with burning splinters; the use of investigators pretending to be priests; starvation; and
promises of acquittal. . . . Judge van Roden said: “All but two of the Germans in the 139 cases we investigated had
been kicked in the testicles beyond repair. This was standard operating procedure with our American investigators.”
He told of one German who had had lighted matchsticks forced under his fingernails by the American investigators to extort
a confession, and had appeared at his trial with his fingers still bandaged from the atrocity.
In addition to testimony given under torture, those who might have
spoken in defense of the accused were prevented. Moreover, hired “witnesses” were paid by the Americans to parrot
the prosecution’s charges.
When criticism such as Utley’s and van Roden’s surfaced, and even as victims were
being hung by the hundreds, those responsible defended their methods.
“We couldn’t have made those birds talk otherwise…
,” laughed one Jewish “interrogator,” Colonel A. H. Rosenfeld. “It was a trick, and it worked like
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Deanna’s guests this Saturday afternoon included Thomas Goodrich, the author of Hellstorm: The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947 and many more well researched and published books. Valerie who has translated and rewritten Hellstorm in French and Alex who translated and rewrote Hellstorm in Spanish
were Deanna’s other two great guests this afternoon.
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Michael “Tom” Goodrich, a
long time friend of Inside the Eye – Live!, visited in hour 3 of the Sept. 10, 2016 edition. The show largely focused
on Hellstorm: The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947 in which Tom announced that the book has been undergoing numerous translations and is now available in Portuguese and German,
with other languages on the way.
Hellstorm: the Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947
is considered one of those “game changers”, a book so powerful because it is written in the perspective of the
victims. Millions of Germans were murdered after the end of the hostilities, and countless millions of woman were brutally
raped by both the Western American/British, but especially sadistic were the Jewish inspired and led hordes coming out of
the steppes of primitive Russia.
Kyle is an extremely busy guy running a news site, a radio station, and still finding time to put together
an documentary of Thomas Goodrich’s, “Hellstorm,” which I have an original DVD copy of and recommend.
On this show we discuss both his websites and, “Hellstorm.” We also discuss his position on Donald Trump, which
is based upon a great deal of background research that he has done.
Roger Sayles interviews Kyle Hunt about Hellstorm, going through some of the details of the devastation the German
people faced in WWII, and how it relates to the continued assault against Germans specifically, and Europeans in general.
On a nice, warm Saturday afternoon a good crowd had gathered at Broadway Cinemas in Myrtle Beach, South
Carolina. We were there to watch Hellstorm, a documentary by Kyle Hunt and Tom Goodrich, illustrating the horrific
and oftentimes unimaginable treatment of the German people after World War II. As well done as the film is, it is certainly
not for the faint-hearted, but nonetheless it is still imperative for every person of European descent to see this for it
gives us a glimpse of what could happen if the Jews have their way and do successfully implement their New World Order.
Narrated by Renegade Tribune’s own Sinead McCarthy, it was almost surreal to hear her
voice coming out of big theater speakers instead of my computer. It felt like a big moment, to have a film that presents
the other side of the story, the side we never get to hear because it’s been silenced by Jewish opposition, was actually
playing in a large movie theater and even drew a good crowd considering the subject matter. It was not easy to sit through
an hour and a half of rape, torture, and genocide of millions of innocent men, women, and children. The most stomach churning
part pointed out that some German women were forced at gun point to have sex with dead, rotting corpses. This seemed to be
the breaking point for some audience members because after that a few got up and walked out. Most stayed however, and to
my pleasant surprise they did not all walk out when the Jewish element was brought into the picture, although this was a
point which unnerved some, as I would later find out.
Once the film was over, most
of the audience applauded. The lights came up and Kyle Hunt was then brought out for Q & A. Sporting a ponytail and
a nice blazer, Kyle reminded me of the hipster guys I used to see when I hung out at the local liberal coffee shops back
in my twenties, certainly not an evil “Nazi” type of guy.
comment he received was from a young man who was upset with the Jewish element of the film. It was something along the lines
of, “Oy vey! Why did you have to point out these guys were Jews? What does that have to do with anything?”
Kyle pointed out to him that the Jewish element had everything to do with it and then moved on because
the guy’s kvetching was irritating him as well as taking time away from other people’s questions. Kyle also
took the opportunity to point out to the audience that in many countries a person can be put in jail not just for questioning
the validity of the Holocaust, but simply for questioning the six million number, even though at Auschwitz the plaque with
the number of people killed has changed from originally claiming four million to now just 1.5 million. I was never
good at math, but I’m pretty sure that changes the six million number just a little bit.
This triggered another audience member, a young man who argued that you couldn’t go to jail for questioning
the Holocaust. Something tells me Ernest Zündel and Silvia Stolz might disagree (they have both been thrown in jail
numerous times for questioning the Holocaust). Clearly, this man is unaware that questioning the Holocaust is a punishable
crime in Germany and many other European countries.
A few other audience members
commented that they felt the film was “one-sided” even though Kyle explicitly says that in the beginning of
the documentary that they only wanted to focus on the German side. I can’t help but find these people’s opinion
of one-sidedness patently absurd since we have heard ONLY one side for seven decades. There have been thousands of books,
films, and TV series dedicated to the Holocaust. Impressionable children in middle school are instructed to read The
Diary of Ann Frank, a book which should be flushed down the toilet for how full of shit it is, but not once did we ever
learn about what the Germans suffered through. Indeed, all we have ever heard is, “OMG! Those evil Nazi’s!”
I would wager that every single one of us had a history teacher who referred to Hitler as the devil incarnate; one of my
history teacher’s actually told us the story of the lampshades and soap as if it was real even though it’s been
proven to be a hoax.
After the brief Q & A, we all filed out into the theater
hallway. I asked a few audience members what their thoughts were on the film. One middle aged woman named Cindy commented
that she felt the film was one-sided and was very unhappy with Kyle for using the word “alleged” to describe
the atrocities of the Holocaust, which was very real in her mind since she had been to the Holocaust Museum and saw the shoes
of the little Jewish children that were killed. I asked Cindy’s mom what she thought of the film and got a more direct
answer: “I hated it.”
I will give them credit for at least being willing
to watch Hellstorm and to sit through the whole thing, but it saddened me that even after learning about the truly
horrific, evil, and barbaric treatment the Germans were subjected to, they still could not shake their Jewish programming.
To them the Jews are the biggest victims of all time and always will be.
going to assume that most, if not all, the people reading this know that the Holocaust is a made up Jewish lie, but let’s
suspend reality for a moment and say that it actually did happen as they claim. Although that would have been horrific,
it would still be nothing compared to what the Germans suffered after the war. The narrative is that the Jews starved to
death in concentration camps or executed. Meanwhile, German women were raped to death, literally crucified with nails hammered
into their hands, and as I mentioned earlier, sometimes forced at gun point to have sex with the corpses of dead men on the
streets of what was left of Germany. German men had their testicles crushed and some were forced to eat their own excrement.
Which would you rather suffer? At least starving to death you could die with some type of dignity.
In conclusion, Kyle made an excellent point at the end of Q & A; he pointed out that no one on Earth
should ever have to suffer anything like this ever again and that is the point of watching a film like Hellstorm, to
know what happened and what could happen if we don’t put a stop to it now. What I wish some of the more critical audience
members could understand is that the Jews want Hellstorm for the entire world. We don’t have to go down that
road. If enough people would wake up to world Jewry and understand how much damage the Jews have done and how intent they
are on creating far more than what the Germans experienced, we can prevent another Hellstorm, and if we have to
use violence to defend ourselves, so be it. Every white person, and even non-white for that matter, should be ready to do
whatever it takes to defeat the Jews so that future generations can thrive, live happily among their own, and never suffer
anything like this ever again.
I want to personally thank Kyle and Tom Goodrich
for being brave enough to take on this subject matter and to spend the time, money, and tremendous effort it took to
make this film. Most people simply parrot whatever is fashionable or “politically correct” so it takes some guts
to show a film like Hellstorm at a film festival and be willing to stand there and take criticism from brainwashed
people without flinching once. Hellstorm made me realize how much we’ve lost and how much we still stand to
Last year on May 1st I released a documentary that would go on to shake the world. I knew it would reach a lot of
people, but I had no idea just how big it was going to be until it launched. It received over 10,000 views in
the first 24 hours and then averaged about 10,000 views per day for the first week. In the first three months this
official youtube upload of Hellstorm racked up around 100,000 views per month. Then it was banned worldwide for a copyright
claim, which was successfully contested, yet this version still remains unavailable.
Since I made this film publicly available for anyone to copy, the truth would not be stopped.
People around the world uploaded the film to their own channels on youtube, some added subtitles in their own languages
and we even had a whole German voiceover done, others put it up on other video sharing sites and made it available for download
on torrents, while others purchased and burned DVDs for distribution. Because some of uploaders did not use the original
title, I was not even aware of some of these copies until recently. All in all, the documentary has been viewed WELL more
than one and a half million times less than one year later.
The top 14 uploads
on Youtube that I was able to find are as follows (rounded to the nearest thousand views):
581,000 + 340,000 + 199,000 + 87,000 + 79,000 + 62,000 + 44,000 + 43,000 + 35,000 + 32,000 + 25,000 + 21,000 + 11,000 + 6,000 = 1,565,000
That total does not include any of the views outside
of youtube, DVD plays, or torrent downloads, which would add tens of thousands more at least. Also, one “view”
on Youtube could actually be a group of people watching the documentary together, meaning that at least 2 million people
could have watched Hellstorm by now. If Youtube’s view counts have been altered to reduce the perceived popularity
of the film, which happens, the number could be even far more.
This is quite incredible
for a film that had less than $4,000 for a production and marketing budget! Our enemies could only wish to get such results
with so little spent, but their tired old narratives will continue to flounder, since people have been inundated with Allied
propaganda for the past 70 years and do not feel compelled to spread this narrative far and wide, even if they still believe
On the other hand, Hellstorm is right in line with the truth-seeking zeitgeist of
our age, as people are beginning to realize that almost every narrative spoon-fed to us by the jewish media is the inverse
of reality. Once folks understand they have been lied to in a big way, and realize the terrible situation we are in
today is actually a result of the victory over Germany in WW2, then they feel compelled to shout the truth about Hellstorm
from the rooftops. Or at least to share it on social media.
The success of Hellstorm
has our enemies very worried. They had a campaign of rating the film as 1-star on IMDb, countering all of the 10-star ratings,
to make it seem like WW2 truth is not popular and to discourage others from seeing the film.
Unfortunately for them, their campaign to discredit
the film has not worked, so they have decided to take their efforts to the next level. In the past few days leading
up to the 127th anniversary of Adolf Hitler’s birthday, I received messages that versions of the film on
Youtube, including my own and ones on other channels, have been banned around the world (except for the US) because of a
bogus copyright claim by BBC Worldwide.
Although I wonder how many views the film
would have by now if there had been no censorship of my main upload a few month after the release, I think that the efforts
to stop the viral success of the film will only backfire. People around the world realize that this truth is verboten
and will find ways to get around censorship.
Watch the film here!
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On February 13th I went out with fellow activists Sinead and Brian to distribute Hellstorm
flyers across a town with a large German population. We met up on a nice sunny day, folded the flyers into tri-folds
to make them easier to hand out, and then proceeded to hit the town.
we looked for any younger folks who might be interested in learning the truth about World War 2 and the crimes that were
committed against innocent Germans. The reason we didn’t target the older folks, who were in abundance in this aging
and increasingly non-White town, is because they have been subjected to decades upon decades of brainwashing, and even
if they were to learn the truth, they likely do not have the will or social media presence to really spread awareness.
We are looking to win the youth to our side with our activist campaigns, since it is their future that has been sold down
the river, and many of them know it. Many of the younger folks were fairly receptive to receiving a flyer about a free documentary
available online, especially since it was coming from normal people who weren’t looking to sell them anything, ask
for money, or recruit them to any cult.
Once we reached out to anyone who looked
like they might be interested, we started to place the flyers in some strategic locations around the town. We didn’t
use any tape or tacks, but just tucked them away where people might come across them and want to learn more. Sure, we could
get in some trouble for “littering” someday, but frankly that’s the least of my worries in this world.
After getting a lot of flyers out, we stopped for some authentic German beer in a German restaurant with
live music. It was a fun setting to discuss jews, White genocide, Dresden, and other taboo “conspiracy” topics.
Although drinking should not be the primary focus, I suggest any small groups that go out to do some activism also stop in
for a pint (or litre like me!) since it will make the experience even more enjoyable, and may even loosen some lips and
provide some liquid courage to more timid activists. Plus, if people have a good time, they will be more likely to do it
again and possibly bring friends, and soon you very well may have an activist club on your hands. Already people in my general
vicinity have gotten in touch with me after seeing our Dresden activism and would like to get involved.
You might be thinking that such efforts are futile, but I assure you they are not. Even if absolutely
no one checks out the documentary, at the very least we built comradery and increased morale. And if just one
or two people watch the film and learn the truth, they very well may spread it around to their friends and post it on social
media, perhaps reaching thousands of new people. And all we had to do was print out some flyers and spend a few enjoyable
hours in the sun. It’s the least we can do for the innocent victims of the world’s worst war.
This is a mini-documentary that Wayne from Justice 4 Germans put
together about the fire bombing of Dresden on the night February 13th to 14th, 1945 with eye-witness testimony, describing
a heinous, outrageous, Allied War Crime and a story of survival. The footage comes from various German sources which Wayne translated
and narrated into English.
anniversary of the horrific Dresden bombings is on February 13th.
I want to make sure more people know about what happened
to the German people during that “good war”, so I put together a very simple flyer that can point people in
the right direction.
The flyers can be handed out,
posted on message boards or in some strategic locations, sent in the mail, and distributed in other creative ways.
College campuses and city centers could be a great place to get the word out. A passerby can simply take a photo of
the QR code in the center and get directed to the website where they can watch the film for free. I suggest distributing the fliers in a synchronized fashion on the night of February
12th. While taking to the streets is important, let’s not forget to post links to the documentary all over social
media on the February 13th.
Since the release of the film last May, Germany has been invaded once again, but this time she has an occupational
government that won’t stand up for the folk. In fact, the traitorous government, headed by the Communist
Merkel, invited the rapist army to come and run wild. Children are being attacked, girls are being raped, and the police
won’t step in and help. In fact, the only people they have been attacking are the patriotic dissidents opposed to
the destruction of Germany.
The situation will only get worse
unless we rise up as united Europeans and defend the honor of our women and ensure a future for our children!
We need to set the record straight regarding what happened to Germany, not only to honor the victims, but also
because World War 2 is used as the justification for everything that is befalling White Western civilization today.
Our enemies conquered Europe and her people. They unleashed their hatred by raping, robbing, torturing, and mass murdering
in the most sickening ways imaginable. In just a few days they turned one of the most beautiful cities in Europe into
a smoldering ruin, burning defenseless elderly men, women, and children in the worst holocaust any people ever experienced.
These twisted psychopaths still celebrate the carnage to this day and want
Bomber Butcher Harris,
who orchestrated the firebombings, to “do it again”.
We will see justice
We will see Germany’s honor restored.
We will see our world freed from this tyranny.
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As these United States of Surveillance & Torture approach one of its highest, holiest days, Memorial
Day, a few thoughts straight from the cocoanut to the keyboard. . . .
Why is it that we Americans must always witness soldiers,
sailors and airmen marching in the flag at sporting events? Who gave these folks a corner on “patriotism?” Why
must patriotism always be associated with wars, death, wars, lost limbs, wars, wheel chairs, wars, and other such brainless
bull shit? Why not allow firemen or farmers or brick layers or doctors or electricians or students or housewives or
truck drivers to present the colors? After all, do we not count? Do we not represent America too? Do we not slave
and build and create and produce and pay taxes that allow Pentagon fat fucks to shower their mistresses with presents? Do
we not enable the military/industrial complex to shell out billions on aircraft that can’t fly? Do we, the working
men and women of America, do we not make $500 army toilet seats possible? In a word, does not our labor that purchases these
bimbo gifts, these crashed jets, and these toilet seats, does not this also make a nation safe and strong?
members of the armed forces must always represent us, of course, is that the old can-do America of hope and prosperity has
been usurped utterly by the welfare/warfare state; we have been taken over not by the peace-makers, but by the war-makers;
we have been hijacked by those with a vested interest in perpetuating war. Indeed, the average American sitcom-watcher
is so busy waving flags, tying yellow ribbons, supporting troops, and honoring “heroes” that “peace”
is a word hardly heard anymore.
American TV runs an endless list of old war movies reminding us how glorious war
is; there is even a military channel showing all the up-to-date and fun, fun ways we might murder other people. One cannot
watch a sporting event on TV without several military recruitment commercials trying to woo the young and the dumb to join
“The Few, the Proud, the Marines” (Hmmmm. A quarter million of anything—meatballs, monkeys,
or marines—does not sound like a “few” to me) or to join the navy and be “a force for good around
the world” (“good,” of course, depends on which side of the sidewinder missile you happen to be on), or
“Get off your butt, you yellow-livered bed-wetter, and be strong . . . BE ARMY STRONG!” Football and baseball
teams now regularly sport camouflage uniforms to show their patriotism and military support. Video games are all about
combat and slaughter, past, present and future, and impressionable teens eagerly shed rivers of cyber blood and dream of
the day when they can shed rivers of real blood. Our holidays—Christmas, included—have become little more than
war commemoration days in which we give solemn thanks to all the “heroes” who keep us safe from all those lurking
boogie men around the globe who hate our freedoms and who are trying to take them away. “Peace on earth, good
will toward men” is now but a quaint slogan with about as much modern relevance as “Tippecanoe and Tyler, Too!”
“Support the Troops!” This phrase has become the universal cry. Why? Why
support the troops any more than we support the cops, the car salesmen, the garbage men, the school teachers, or the funnel
cake makers? “Support the Troops . . . They are fighting for our freedoms.” Ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha! Sorry,
but NO ONE seven thousand miles away killing with drones and missiles is fighting for my freedom. Last time
I looked no one anywhere in the world was trying to filch my freedoms except my very own federal government. And so,
until we come to our senses—not likely–or suffer a defeat so deadly and devastating that no American will even
whisper the word “War” for a thousand years—very likely—I expect to see so-called “heroes”
in military uniform cranking out the flag before every sporting event.
Of course, the
endless wars we witness today have absolutely nothing to do with “freedoms” here in America but they have everything
to do with making the world safe for Israel to continue its crimes around the globe without fear of punishment.
I can think of no other nation on the planet—save Israel—that is more geared toward war, destruction,
torture, assassination, and unmitigated evil than this one I live in, America! And the sad fact is, this nation
has been taken over so thoroughly by AIPAC and its horde of Jewish lobbyists that we are now little more than Israel’s
personal ATM and private army, ready to go wherever we are told to go—and pay for it ourselves, mind you—whether
it is to the hot sands of Sudan or to the green fields of Ukraine. The US military and its endless wars to defend Israel
neither defines me nor speaks for me. Had I the power I would bring home tomorrow
all American troops from around the globe, find them good civilian jobs or place them on our southern border with Mexico
with orders of “shoot to kill.” Not only would this move save US taxpayers trillions and trillions and stop
millions and millions from invading us, but it would help heal all the angry scars we have created around the world
these past hundred years.
I would bet that not one in fifty Americans could accurately define “neocon” if questioned on the street.
Those of us with similar carbon-dating well remember the greasy, vulgar hair-balls of the Sixties who led violent protests
against the US wars waged against communism. Well, these same “peace-loving” radical leftists who opposed
the war and actually sided with the Marxists back then are now the flaming pro-war “conservatives,” or neocons,
of today. The difference? When the wars were waged against communism, wars were bad; when wars are fought to
further Israel’s goals, as all current American wars are, wars are good. Remember Jerry Rubin, Abby Hoffman,
Bela Abzug, Betty Friedan, Gloria Steinem, and other loud Jews of the Sixties who led the anti-war movement and who were
supposedly so opposed to war and violence? These same people–or their younger versions–are now the war-mongering
Neocons of today, those who never met a Middle East war or an American body bag that they did not love. Right now,
war with and destruction of Israel’s greatest enemy, Iran, is their main mission, and Donald Trump is happy to oblige.
Neocons are hypocrisy personified and Donald Trump is the embodiment of lying treachery.
Final Thought—No government which sanctions torture, no government which
spies on me, no government which works to limit my freedoms, no government which is clearly and patently anti-white, no
government which encourages the invasion of my country by illegal “migrants,” no government which sends my child
or grandchild off to fight for Israel in whatever their war de jur happens to be, no government who does all this
will ever get my respect or loyalty. This warfare/welfare regime is utterly and terminally out of control and yet we have
the spectacle at this time of year of these brain-dead hicks, urged on by the warbots of the Jewish media, getting all mushy-mouthed
and misty-eyed about “fallen heroes,” about “fighting for our freedoms,” about “all their sacrifices,”
and about all other such lame nonsense. Muttering such platitudes beats the hell out of thinking, I suppose.
The simple fact is: To honor anyone who fights to prop up evil is the same thing as honoring evil itself.
Final Thought #2—We should work to make war such
a shameful and ignominious pursuit that whenever some senile fossil like John McWar of Arizona, or the equally revolting
and equally despicable Israel-Firster, Lindsey Graham of South Carolina, when these or any other neocon war-monger suggest
that what this nation needs is yet another nice quick war to help our gallant little ally, Israel, then all of our surviving
18-25 year-olds should yawn loudly, then respond in a unified voice. . . .
“You want war, you go for it. But remember, Bucko: You break it, you buy it. Any blowback, any
jets flying into buildings killing thousands, any dirty bombs playing in Peoria, any American tourists losing their cabezas
in Egypt, any of that will be crimes charged directly to you; to YOU, Bucko, not to the Muslim maniacs made maniacs by your
endless wars against them. TO YOU, BUCKO, TO YOU! Do not—repeat—Do NOT be dragging back to our porch any
more dead skunks after your Israeli-instigated foreign adventures. As we have learned so well, a dead skunk is
a gift that keeps on giving . . . and giving . . . and giving.”
Final Thought #3–What about America and its lovely allied associate, ISIS? If a nation
creates evil, if a nation funds evil, if a nation arms evil, if a nation protects evil, and if a nation excuses evil . .
. then that nation IS evil. America is evil. America is evil in the truest sense of the word. And
as long as we remain Israel’s dutiful attack dog around the globe, just so long will our nation remain evil.