upon which every vile structure in the holy land of Palestine rests, you need to keep a few things in mind:
Do not question the magnitude of the deaths. That makes you fit the definition of the linguistic warfare term "Holocaust Denier." Trust me, these Talmudists have all kinds of weapons aimed at you. That portion of the beach is very well covered. They expect the landing to occur there.
But there's one weakness they didn't see...
Out of a (genuine) respect for the dead, you will approach it from the standpoint of certifying guilt. And in a good-faith inspection of the event, you find Jewish complicity. That is the breach in the wall through which the forces will pour. (This is why Mister Reich was tasked to write his piece a scant one day after the red-alert sirens went off in the scholar's command center upon seeing my piece.
This is how we attack those satanic beasts for their murders of so many of your brothers. This is our attack profile.
Keep in mind that there is another linguistic warfare term that these Talmudists will use against you. If you are Jewish and you question the Shoah narrative in any way, they will call you "self-hating." (If you're not Jew-hating, then you're self-hating. They've got all their bases covered.) Again, this word has no meaning. It was invented to deal with members of the am ha-aretz who take exception to the designs and methods of the scholars.
If I were Jewish, my response would be this: "Yeah, uh, I don't actually hate myself --at least not because of that, anyway-- it's just that I don't care for the scholars participating in the Shoah. That's all. Let's try not to overdramatize this."
Or maybe this one:
"Rabbi, I've been doing some research. It seems that the scholars engineered the Shoah. Why, they even say that one cow in Palestine is worth more than all the Jews in Poland. How could that possibly be?"
"My son, how come you hate yourself so much? If, uh, Israel is the Jewish homeland... and if you're criticizing Israel... then, uh, by some transitive property or something you actually HATE yourself! How come you want to cook yourself up and eat...your...self?! Hmm? Riddle me that."
"Uh, rabbi, I don't actually figure into the equation. Let's not make this about me. My question is: Is it or is it not true that rabbis participated in the Shoah? My fondness for Jew Poppers (R) doesn't figure into anything. ...Though if you press me, I will confess that after a hard day's work... whew! Who wants to cook?! Just stick some of those Jew Poppers (R) into the toaster oven, wait fifteen minutes, and BAM! you've got a meal. ...So tell me: Why did the rabbis do it?"
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Incidentally, I have been meaning to work this little vignette into something but haven't had the chance. So here's the abbreviated version real quick:
Some little kid and his mother are eating supper in the kitchen. It is not known what they are eating. The little boy --seemingly apropos to nothing-- crosses his arms across his chest and sits back violently in his chair and starts pouting. "Mommy, I hate Jews!"
The mother is aghast! "Jimmy, how could you say such a thing?!" She stabs her fork into one of the nuggets from his dinner plate, swipes it around in some ranch dressing or something, then pops it into her mouth. "See? There's nothing wrong with it at all. Jews are delicious!" Then she turns to the camera and holds the box of Jew Poppers (R) up alongside her face. "For when you just don't have time to cook... It's Jew Poppers (R)!" The box shows the legend, "Made with Real Jews!" and it has the kosher symbol stamped on it and everything.
(This does not qualify as a cross word. It's just good fun. It's all good.)
