Topic: I'm writing a Holocaust memoir called Fragments of the Shoah.
Anonymous A started this discussion 15 years ago #15,030
Chapter 1: My Suffering Begins (A Continuation of the Plight of the Chosen People
My name is Schlomo Bergstein. I was BORN in Vienna, Germany in 1918 to a relatively poor Jewish family. My father was a banker, who was an unsung pioneer in the struggle for women’s choice. Many times a young Austrian girl would tearfully thank my father and press some of her parents’ money into his hand as he quickly ushered her down our back steps. My mother was a poetess who wrote powerfully of the suffering our peoples endured in holy Khazaria in the thousands of years we have shaped European culture. Sadly, they are among the eight million Jews murdered personally by Lady Gaga.
I will always remember with bitterness the humiliations and deprivations my family suffered through in my younger years, long before our helpless bodies became caught in the gears of the Nazi death machine set in motion by Hitler. Anti-Semitism at that time was so thick in the air as to be palpable. One incident in particular stands out in my mind as exemplary of the kind of insatiable hatred that Gentiles seem to hold for us Jews:
It was the summer of 1928 and I was just fourteen years old. My mother, father and I went to a seaside resort outside our hometown of Vienna to relax. I see with a great degree of illumination now in that incident the seeds of hatred that would one day blossom into the Holocaust, in which the Germans murdered so many tens of millions of Jews, just as the Romans murdered tens of billions of our kind thousands of years ago. Being Hasidic Jews, our bathing attire was somewhat more conservative than the goyim, and they took to insulting and attacking us whenever we went to the beach in what can only be described as a Shoah. Still, my father, Lazare, was a proud man, and refused to be cowed by the murderous bloodlust that seems to be the gay’s sole emotion.
We arrived at the beach and the weather was nice, though I could not help but feel a chill when, as we pulled up in our automobile, several goyim milling about the parking lot cast hateful glances in our direction.
“Don’t mind them, Schlomo,†my father said. “They’re just jealous of your new swimming suit.†It was a wonderful suit, being blue with knee-length leggings and one of those new elastic bands around the middle to ensure a proper fit. I felt that the sailor’s cap that I wore over my yarmulke was a bit much, but my mother, bless her, insisted that I wear it, fearing that I would catch cold and miss my yeshiva exam.
To save ourselves the hardship of paying for the use of the public change rooms, we had gotten dressed in our swimming attire prior to leaving for the beach. Looking back I’m glad I did, lest my toddler-like genitals been gazed upon by an intolerant bigot.
We walked toward the gently rolling waters of the ocean with the sun overhead, glittering gently from the waves. To my horror, as my father tested the water with his toes and found the ocean to be most chilling, a most cruel gentile child with the purest hatred in his eyes splashed water all over my poor father, who recoiled at the icy sensation of the water. “Oy vey!†he said. He then proceeded to cry for 20 minutes, the poor man.
To my horror, a fully-grown gentile man of aristocratic bearing swimming some distance from the shore watched my father’s victimization with a look of amusement and raised his monocle. The children watching my father’s suffering on the shore gathered around me.
“How’s it going, Christ-killer?†spoke their leader.
“Nice swimsuit, you hook-nosed, usurious, nonathletic kike,†said one eight year old turtle of a boy.
“Your people should be deliberately and systematically annihilated in a network of extermination camps constructed specifically for that purpose,†added a younger boy. He then took a bite of his bacon cheeseburger and spat the unholy mixture of cheese and flesh in my face.
The others stripped off their bathing shorts so that they were naked and danced around me in a circle, their uncircumcised penises flapping in my face as they screamed, “Gas the kike!†in their horrid gentile voices. The wholeness of their penises was something I had no wish to experience, and so I could only sit in the cold waters of the Pacific and weep, imagining it was the Jordan River in the Promised Land.
Only in Israel have I ever known a rest from the constant barrage of daily hate that it is the curse of my people to suffer. Still, the presence of the Arabs here reminds me that just beyond the borders of our land seethes a mass of billions of Muslims who want nothing else than to carry out a third Shoah against my people. We must never give them the chance. As we enter a new millennium, we must stand on guard against antisemitism in all its forms, and never forget that without a homeland, the Jewish people are at the mercy of those who have no mercy.
Ah, but I seem to be getting ahead of myself here. This incident was the main factor in breaking me out of my youthful naivety, utterly changing my attitude about the goyim from a calm patronizing superiority to sheer fear and loathing, ensuring that I learn to suspect their very motives in as little as a smile or seemingly friendly handshake.
Anonymous A (OP) double-posted this 15 years ago, 34 seconds later[^] [v] #263,827
Chapter 2: The Rise of Himmler
For years I had to endure the constant barrage of insults, threats and violence against me and my people. I had thought that it could not get any worse... I was wrong. Hitler’s rise to power had unimaginable consequences for the Jewish peoples, their property and their finances. I remember it like it was yesterday. The year was 1938. Austria had not yet joined Hitler in his vengeful quest to rid the world of Jews.
I was only 20 years old at the time, a mere lad when my front door was kicked down by a group of filthy gentles, who proceeded to hold me down and defile me tuchas-wise, taking my innocence, and filling me with their foul Germanic seed. Being a proud Hasidic Jew, I refused to enjoy their filthy, barbaric, gentile schwänze and instead only cried silent tears to myself. I pleaded with them to stop, but they grew even more violent. One of the filthy gentiles even pushed me and I broke all of my ribs and my spine. It still hurts, to this very day, and has resulted in my developing an occasional cough as well as acid reflux, but I haven’t received a single shekel of compensation! When they pressed a gun barrel to my head it felt like a second Shoah all over again.
I passed out and when I woke up my shekels were gone, my gold was gone and my shop ransacked. They even stole my gentile identification kit. I immediately ran to my nearest police station, but there was no-one there. In my distressed and broken state I could barely walk, but I proceeded through the dark, cobbled streets which were oozing with anti-semitism. As I was stumbling further and further into the heart of the beast, I heard a commotion coming from the town centre. I made my way there, but what I saw would shock even the most goyim-hardened of Jews.
A writhing mass of goyim, kicking and screaming like children, barking anti-Semitic slogans as a demon of a gentile, none other than Hitler himself, spoke to the horrid crowd. I recoiled in horror and immediately proclaimed my objection, but my voice was simply drowned out by the unwashed masses. I tried to slither my way out of the increasingly anti-Semitic crowd for fear of my own life, but some Hitler Youth spotted me. They ran up to me and knocked me down to the ground, breaking my spine a second time and rupturing my lung. They tore off my Kippah, causing severe scarring, and started throwing it around, laughing as they did. I could only run from one to the other, like a helpless child - I was completely at their mercy. I was knocked unconscious when one of the gentile children gave me the evil eye, and when I woke up I was on a train to Auschwitz, just outside of Constantinople. All of my finances were seized. My business was burnt to the ground. The symbols of my religion were thrown to the floor, trampled upon and destroyed. Alas, the worst was yet to come.
Anonymous A (OP) triple-posted this 15 years ago, 34 seconds later, 1 minute after the original post[^] [v] #263,828
Chapter 3: The Warsaw Ghetto in Vienna
Guards eating babies and wigs made of human skin were just sprinklings of the horrors which were thrust upon us by our German oppressors. I walked the halls with my head down, only hoping to get back home. A guard shovelling live babies into an oven from a pile looked up from his task and shouted at me “Stop right there criminal Jew scum!†However, I refused to pay the fine, and ended up in Auschwitz-Bungalow, where the true Jewish heart of my story began.
We were told to board a train. At first I was quite excited. A free trip! I just couldn’t wait to experience my free vacation. While the passenger cars were a bit cramped, I just put it down as a lot of people wanting to get in on these free vacations. But little did I know that the true nightmare was just about to begin. We were on the train for what felt like days, though it may have only been a few hours, or 30 minutes. One of the Rabbis in our compartment, Rabbi Mark Mordechai Potokberg was making airs about suing the Government and the operator of the train line if these delays continued. We chuckled to ourselves, for the venerable Rabbi Potok was one of the finest dissimulators of bullshit of his day, and dissimulating bullshit as the good Jewish reader well knows is an ancient Hebrew tradition.
Once I arrived, I entered a full living-room set made from the skin of Jewish children. Decorated in wallpaper made from the skin of Jews. I will never forget the soap made of our people. The German peoples are cruel, sadistic and anti-Semitic. Ever looking to push the boundaries of mental torture, the goyim decorated the prisons we were housed in with the bones of our dead comrades. The dead were not even allowed a proper burial, they died where they stood and then their body was cremated in the hellfire that was the German oven, leaving only their bones. An invention that proves, beyond any reasonable doubt, that the Germanic peoples must be exterminated for the good of all of International humanity. It’s either them or us.
Back at Auschwitz, I saw myself living outside of my reality, as if in a permanent nightmare. Such as behind the gas chamber filled with the cries of burning Ashkenazim and general misery put on me by the cruelty of the SS guards and the worsening living conditions of the camps. Typhus and starvation ran rampant, with Holocaust survivors often dying in their bunks during the night. I heard the guards talking about the Jewish soap, and how well it was selling in Germany. “They sure are a filthy and wretched people, but they do wonders getting you clean.†He said and I heard the other grunt in agreement.
I had an encounter with one of the camp guards today. His name was Stranz Hermann. A giant of a man, whose excessive stomach-girth was only matched by his cruelty. I can still remember how he snatched a baby from its crying mother and flung the young child head first into those infernal gas ovens, laughing as it burnt to a crisp. At some point he took some of the young Jewish children to his office, where they were never seen alive again. The only remains were of their bones and severed genitalia, which could be sold as finger food in Germany at the time.
Stranz prided himself as a veteran of the nefarious campaigns wrought by the dreaded Nazis in France and Norway. He was a member of the evil 3rd Waffle SS Tötenkopf Division. He was always vile and intolerant but since he suffered a head injury in the Eastern Front that relegated him to guard duty, he had always had a special liking to torturing the Chosen. I remember him peeling the skin from the back of one of our beloved Rabbis, Rabbi Moshe Moses Abrahamowitz, while the poor man was heroically trying to circumcise a newborn baby that had been smuggled by its mother. That camp guard got his well-deserved punishment one day when the hand of the Almighty toppled him from the top of the highest watchtower in Auschwitz and he fell head first and hit a prisoner as he fell. It was one of the filthy Gypsies so I was not so disturbed. I praised G-d and sang “Adonai Eloheinu†that day until one of Stranz’s friends saw me, and struck me with his Kar98 rifle in the mouth. The goyim truly are the most vile of beasts, just as the Talmud states.
I was knocked out after they had hit me in the mouth. I awoke in a dingy shed to the guffaws of my treacherous goyim. Noticing I was awake one of the goyim took out a berufsmesser, and in a flash, cut off my hand like one would cut off the foreskin of a newborn infant during a bris — a most holy and celebrated ritual thus desecrated by these Nazi schmucks. As I lay bleeding and screaming from my newly created stump, they swiftly skinned my hand. They took the skin and stretched it out over a vat of Jewish fat oil. I screamed in agony as I realized that they were turning my hand into a lampshade right in front of my eyes, just as the elders of Zion had warned. This memory haunts me to this day and whenever I go on tour across the country to lecture the goyim schools on the Shoah, I bring this lampshade to remind them that this was their fault, and that they should pay for their hideous atrocities. I also bring a pair of Magen David and hold them up, one in each hand, to show the class how they branded us.
It wasn’t long before I creampied a fellow Holocaust survivor. His name was Moloch Potemkin, a former Communist agitator and a long veteran of the death camps. He told me horrible stories of how the Germans defiled his daughter in front of him, before sending her to the infamous Dr. Mengle for some sort of nefarious experiment. He never saw her afterwards, and he told me that he misses the sound of her singing old Yiddish folk-songs late at night. He tries not to imagine what sort of horrible torment befell her at the hand of this mad scientist, for it would only amplify the loss he felt. We would talk about what we would do if we survived the extermination camps, and if we would ever have vengeance on Europe for abandoning and subjecting us to this horrible fate, or if we would ever make aliyah to the promised land of milk and honey and make a new world for us, free of the barbaric and cruel goyim. Ah, Zion, my homeland! How you beckoned me throughout these ordeals to your sand-swept monoliths and ancient masonry. At this point, Eretz Yisrael called for me with more passion than Los Angeles or New York. But alas, I was still locked up by these anti-Semetic and irrational goyim, and could not even travel to Frankfurt. The thought stuck in my head though, and gave me resolve. I spoke with Moloch, and he also seemed interested in coming home, but for him the revolutionary fervor was still strong, and he held fast to a dream of a true Communist Reich, where everyone is equal beneath the chosen.
Anonymous A (OP) quadruple-posted this 15 years ago, 28 seconds later, 1 minute after the original post[^] [v] #263,829
Chapter 4: “Freedom†at Last
Freedom? What is freedom? Freedom is when my people, the chosen people, will take their rightful place as the rulers of this land and rule over the goyim as a shepherd to his herd. Until then I shall never be free. The world shall never be rid of anti-Semitism, racism and sexism in all their forms until the German plague is wiped from this planet and a new world order is built upon the bones of the goyim. But for now I shall endure, not only for myself, but for the Jewish peoples. The following is my personal account of the perilous escape from Dachau:
It was a cold Sunday morning. The sun was out, the goyim were still sleeping and the shekels were rolling in. I had built a trade empire for myself in Auschwitz. I traded in mice, cards and goyim blood. Pure German blood was particularly valuable, due to its peculiar taste. The lifeblood of Jews is the blood of the white man and this is exactly how I made my escape. I had earlier ‘befriended’ a young Nazi supremacist working at the camp. We traded in commodities and discussed how best to control the camps population. One day, at my scheduled informant meeting, I hid a knife in my rectum. The pain was awful, but it was nothing compared to the pain I feel even today at the loss of 9 Million Jews (let them be avenged). When his back was turned, I plunged the knife deep into his back and suckled the blood until I was strong. Strong enough to face the challenge ahead of me - pretending to be a goy. It was most shameful, but I donned the evil Nazi uniform and headed outside to the outhouse. A few Nazi scum waved at me and smiled. I still remember the humiliation of having to wave back. I could feel the anti-Semitism oozing from the very uniform I was forced to wear, let alone the piercing glare of the filthy goys. I had finally arrived at the outhouse and closed the door behind me, leaving that part of my life behind me. The second stage of my plan was about to begin.
I dropped into the puddle of feces, rubbish and excrement and began to swim. This was a swim to freedom. A swim to revenge. A swim to Jewish supremacy. “Surely the Jew is the most proud of peoples. Truly we are the chosen ones†I thought as I swam through the murky depths of goyim excrement.
I should not end my personal story on such a sad note, however. I am pleased to report that following I met the love of my life, Gretyl Apfelbaum. I will always remember the magical Valentines Day of 1945, in the beautiful city of Dresden, when I truly realized how magical it was to find the perfect Jewish woman.
Anonymous A (OP) quintuple-posted this 15 years ago, 23 seconds later, 1 minute after the original post[^] [v] #263,830
Chapter 5: The Rise of a Culture of Intolerance
With some of the goyim taking the lessons of the Shoah to heart, there has been some progress towards the tolerance of the chosen people. Yet, despite this, there is still considerable resistance towards multiculturalism which will prevent the peoples of Europe from attaining a true and free (we like it when things are free) society where people can freely partake in sodomy with Moroccan men and then brag about it on Facebook afterwards.
It is said, in the holy scriptures, that when we Jews have our comeuppance, we will be destroyed by the White race and Ron Paul. Paul will act as a hero to unite the goyim. Several Jewish internet posters who have spread confusion among the goyim will be exterminated. Lazare is our finest Chosen. He is a perfect Jew, always hating the goyim for the scum that they are! Lazare. I am happy you are a part of “the chosen peopleâ€, sad the Elders of Zion and rubbed their hands against his cut pleb-tier penis.
Anonymous A (OP) sextuple-posted this 15 years ago, 28 seconds later, 2 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #263,832
Chapter 6: The Coming of a New Age - A Prediction
The year is now 2033 and the world as we know it has changed. It seems by now, the white race has lost most of its will to survive. Ever since WW3 and the rise of the Jewish state, The monster known most commonly as “The Super Kike†has flooded it’s spawn into Europe’s streets once again in an effort to recoup any of its’ lost Jew gold. It seems the glorious White Race has fallen into a deep, dark slumber.
As I walk towards the bus stop to catch a ride to the Jewish controlled movie theater at which I work the graveyard shift, I stop and ponder as to why the kikes could ever be so menacing. Sure, they’ve been kicked out of every white nation since the dawn of written. But remember, goyim “the evil of all evil will return with the greater good†- the Talmud. History, but is it such a far stretch of the imagination to assume they might have been misunderstood all along? I think to myself that if life were like that one movie, “Back to the Jewtureâ€, I could have maybe ended this early... I could have told everyone the cold hard truth; that Jews were importing niggers to displace and dumb down the native White population... but the moment for that has passed, and so passes as a fraction of a thought through my mind.
The air is cold and dank, yet thick and heavy, thanks to the jew-gas used to curb the savage nature of the new negro race, which was pumped into the stratosphere nearly a decade ago. It stopped the negro from acting out against our new dick mutilating overlords, but left an incredible dent on the worlds’ plant and animal life.
What is left of the world is simply a callous of what I remember it to be. The zogbots patrol the streets at all hours of the day, and there is simply no rest.
Anonymous A (OP) septuple-posted this 15 years ago, 24 seconds later, 2 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #263,833
Chapter 7: A Brief Look At How Things Could Have Been
If Nazi Germany wouldn’t have decided to attack Russia, these horrors could have all been avoided. Since the Allies pushed them back into the heart of Germany, which eventually led to their escape to the Moon in 1949, the world around us has since crumbled. Nazi Germany was a pinnacle of human innovation in the early 1940s. A pinpoint of light in a dark, negro cave. Some say we could have space colonies at this very moment if that glorious nation had not been soiled by the Allies and their Judaic masters. Others believe we would be living in peace with each race returned to their formal nation to live in harmony after Nazi Germany took over Europe to reunite everyone and share the innovative technology they produced.
Unfortunately for us, this is only pure speculation, but still quite interesting to imagine what our world could have been if it was not for several militaristic mistakes Hitler had made or the unimaginable atrocities the Allies committed.
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Chapter 8: The Third Holocaust
In my early days at the Warsaw ghetto of eastern Vienna I realized that we needed to control these human cattle. They had grown too powerful and we could no longer control them. It was the wild nigger who found the best way to do this which was to control the economy. We began research on methods of mind control and realized that we could inject tiny nano bots in the guise of flu shots into the goyim in order to coerce them into buying our products during the Christmas season. Everything was going according to plan, the masses of goyim were filling our pockets. The flu shots worked better then expected, they worked so well the goyim flocked to take out high interest loans from the banks of Isreal’s elders. We vacuumed in sheckels from them as they could never pay off the loans we so generously gave them.
But everything was going too well, there was a traitor in our ranks. A sinister man, one minute he claimed to be a Jew, the next an anti-Zionist. His name, which I shudder to even type, was Ron Paulberg. Paulberg was a descendant of one of the disgraced lost tribes of Israel, he would stop at nothing to keep us, the chosen people, from reclaiming our lands.
Paulberg manipulated the goyim so that his tribe could unrightfully claim the lands of the chosen people. He whispered lies about us, telling the goyim that we needed to be audited. We tried to suppress him
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Anonymous A (OP) double-posted this 15 years ago, 24 seconds later, 3 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #263,836
About the Author
Schlomo Bergstein was BORN in Israel and holds PhDs in Shoah history and Multicultural studies. His father Lazare survived all three holocausts and is a continued source of inspiration for Mr. Bergstein.
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I came buckets.
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Addendum: A shoah poem
They gassed us hard
they gassed us long
they gassed us in our sleep
they gassed my entire family
until there was no peep
they gassed us day by day by day
oy vey, oy vey, oy vey
Some filthy goyim say
The shoah was a lie
but my friend
I think you’ll find
it was real in my mind
They gassed us hard
they gassed us long
they gassed us in our sleep
they gassed my entire family
until there was no peep
they gassed us day by day by day
oy vey, oy vey, oy vey
Some filthy goyim say
The shoah was a lie
but my friend
I think you’ll find
it was real in my mind
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“The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their dialectic. First they counted on the stupidity of their adversary, and then, when there was no other way out, they themselves simply played stupid. If all this didn't help, they pretended not to understand, or, if challenged, they changed the subject in a hurry, quoted platitudes which, if you accepted them, they immediately related to entirely different matters, and then, if again attacked, gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what you were talking about.Whenever you tried to attack one of these apostles, your hand closed on a jelly-like slime which divided up and poured through your fingers, but in the next moment collected again. But if you really struck one of these fellows só telling a blow that, observed by the audience, he couldn't help but agree, and if you believed that this had taken you at least one step forward, your amazement was great the next day. The jew had not the slightest recollection of the day before, he rattled off his same old nonsense as though nothing at all had happened, and, if indignantly challenged, affected amazement; he couldn't remember a thing, except that he had proved the correctness of his assertions the previous day.
Sometimes I stood there thunderstruck
I didn't know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their tongues or their virtuosity at lying.
Gradually I began to hate them.â€
- Mein Kampf, ch 3, Adolf Hitler.
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CLOSE YOUR PARENTHESIS DAMMIT
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@previous (Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU)
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dont get it
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@OP
You should send that to Hollywood! They'll almost certainly make a movie about it!
You should send that to Hollywood! They'll almost certainly make a movie about it!
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seriously expect me to read all that?! I mean I guess I have enough time to be here but GODDAMN
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wow, he could've been talking about to4str or mountainman. I like this guy.
wow, he could've been talking about to4str or mountainman. I like this guy.
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