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Denying
Everything:
A
Holocaust
of Bacon and Lies
By Mike James on the border of Switzerland – 23 February 2008
Yesterday I phoned the desk clerk at Mannheim prison and requested a
brief interview with the German patriot Sylvia Stolz. My request was
denied. I then asked if I might enjoy a jocular, non-political
conversation with the prisoner of conscience, Ernst Zündel. Again,
my request was denied, my eventually being referred to some attorney
general whose name I cared neither to note nor remember.
The clerk, however, was decent enough to assure me that both
subjects of my enquiries were being well fed. I expressed my
gratitude in as much as I was able to assure him that I myself
expected one day to partake of the pleasures afforded by Mannheim’s
culinary facilities. Yes, he said, bacon is on the menu: Rewe bacon.
(I love Rewe bacon.)
The day will come when I shall be described by the Shining Ones as a
bacon-eating pervert. In the eyes of the Great Unmentionables, a
bacon-eating pervert is a man or a woman brave enough to tell the
truth.
In Germany, untold thousands of such perverts sit in prison for
telling the truth about gaping anomalies the historical record.
Bacon-eating perverts come in all shapes and sizes, serving time
according to the degree of severity with which they object to the
mendacious nature of the Soviet European Union and its concomitant
‘holocaust’ religion.
I also try to tell the truth, and to hell with the danger. I can’t
help it. It was what I was taught at home and school. I read books.
Lots of them. Or at least those that haven’t been burned. When
someone asks of me my honest opinion, I shall give it to him plainly
and simply and I care not one jot for the secret police who may be
taping every word I say (yes, they really do exist in Germany).
I’ve said loud and clear, in print and in word, exactly what I think
of their ‘holocaust’ propaganda and yet the fuckers refuse to arrest
me. I wonder why? There is no other mouth in Germany as
contentiously loud as mine.
I can only surmise that we, as Great Unbelievers in the Defining
Moment Of History and members of the bacon-eating races, have been
dismissed as beyond rehabilitation by Europe’s kosher lawyers. No
doubt, they are perturbed by the thought that bacon is the least
savoury item on the Big Bagel’s menu for those of us destined to fry
in hell’s kitchen and are compelled to keep us waiting while the
‘carte du jour’ is changed.
Spare a thought for the purveyors of prison-issue bacon, who most
certainly have a vested interest in ensuring that heretics such as
myself remain on the fast track to a tête-à-tête with the German
Holocaust Inquisition and their Soya-eating Judeo-Fascist cohorts in
Brussels. “Don’t quit,” I can hear them saying.
I therefore took the liberty of writing last year to the Justice
Minister, one Mrs Brigitte Zypries, and informed her in no uncertain
terms that I am highly sceptical of the eminently disprovable claim
that 6,000,000,000 billion Jews were gassed prior to an open air
grill and barbecue party on the occasion of the Most Significant
Event In World History.
Disappointingly, the good lady saw fit to furnish me with no reply.
(Would you?) I find myself free of foot, despite the fact that Ernst
Zündel, Sylvia Stolz and Germar Rudolf remain incarcerated for
having made much more intelligently pertinent observations, albeit
perhaps in pursuit of their selfish desire to consume vast
quantities of free Rewe bacon.
I have now come to the view that it takes a special kind of person
to reject the fantastical ‘holocaust’ narrative and find himself in
the slammer before you can say, “Gulag Archipelago”. Perhaps someone
who loathes discount Rewe bacon and expresses a preference for vegan
nutrition, the consumption of which I must confess would be a
punishment more than I could possibly bear.
So, while we’re waiting, let’s do some serious denying. I deny
everything. I deny your fucking holocaust. I deny your 9-11
mythology.
I deny you any control over my mind, including what I think, write
and say.
I deny the legitimacy of this government. I deny the legality of the
economic system under which we live. I deny you the right to abridge
my natural rights as a freeborn human being. I deny the veracity of
the history books that I did not write. I deny the truthfulness of
anything that took place without my having witnessed it personally.
I deny the lawfulness of impositions placed upon me by your
fascist-corporate system of usurious slavery. I deny your fake
democracy. I deny you your continual lies and unashamed
disinformation. I deny the acceptability of your greed and your
mendacity. I deny that anyone has a future in the despised
Soviet-Zionist European Union.
I deny and reject everything you stand for.
But never, absolutely never, will you deny me my right to free
speech, liberty, and the dignity of a life lived with honour and
integrity.
If that somehow aggrieves you, then arrest me or kill me. Either
way, you can’t deny me.
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Michael James, an Englishman, is a former freelance journalist. He
has been resident in Germany since 1992 with additional long-haul
stays in East Africa, Poland and Switzerland.
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