The Importance Of Being Earnest

Spivey & The Chimp

 

 

There is nothing you can read that ruins a boxing day quite like a Holocaust yarn can, don’t cha know.

However, that isn’t because of the greatly exaggerated catalogue of atrocities and genocide that took place… At least it isn’t for me anyway.

With me, it is all about the subtle manipulation of people’s minds that pisses me right off.

The timing of the story for instance. I mean why Boxing Day?

After all, if the elites cynically insist on us celebrating this satanic holiday then we should at least be allowed to spend the time having the craic, not being put on a downer based on a lie.

I mean fuck me, even the official Holocaust website – source linked at the end of the Chimps article (found below) – doesn’t trot out the old fanny that the shit propaganda rag does.

For instance, on the 3rd of November 2013 the Chimp released an article expressing their outrage about Holocaust memorabilia being sold on Ebay and other auction sites.

Now, according to the Chimp, amongst the items being sold at auction were Gas Chamber Handles from Dachau:

Meanwhile, other sites were offering gas chamber ‘handles’ adorned with swastikas from Dachau concentration camp in Germany.

“And what” You may ask?

Which would be fair do’s.

Well, as the Chimp quite rightly states; Dachau was a concentration camp not an extermination camp.

So, even if you believe in the gas chamber myth, there were none at Dachau when the camp was liberated in 1945, although quite bizarrely there are now in what can only be a cynical effort on behalf of the Zionist elite to perpetuate the myth of the six million.

Therefore, any gas chamber handles from Dachau are fake too I’m afraid.

Yet the Chimp chose not to point this fact out, even though the official Holocaust website makes the following distinction:

Sure yes, in many ways Auschwitz was in many ways unique, and it’s actually that uniqueness that makes it so well known.  The fact that it was both an extermination and a concentration camp, and actually slave labour camp as well, means that when Jews were brought to Auschwitz, there were the selections which is one of the things that people are well aware of from the Holocaust, but that was not really repeated elsewhere…

… And so there’s no other place like that, and in fact actually the other camps which tend to be well known in the west, are places like Buchenwald, Dachau, Bergen-Belsen.  Which were also essentially concentration camps, places where people were interned, originally for political reasons, and they actually were only really important in the very last months of the war, as the German army retreated, prisoners who had survived Auschwitz were then sent westwards to the camps in Germany, and so those were the camps which were liberated by British and American armies, and therefore they are the well known camps along with Auschwitz.  But actually many of the key sites in the Holocaust are very little known.  With camps first of all, there are probably three other types of camp which are worth highlighting, most importantly the extermination camps. 

Woops! You really would think that the naughty monkey’s would do a bit of research first before going to print, wouldn’t you?

Useless cunts.

So, what is this latest Chimps fanny all about then?

Glad you asked, the article is about a ‘Holocaust’ survivor called Ivor Perl – strange name.

The article begins thus:

In February of 1945 Ivor Perl, 13, was standing in the snow cold, hungry, desperate, and dimly aware that under normal circumstances it would be time for his bar mitzvah.

But instead of a celebration, Ivor, staring through the fence of Allach, a Nazi concentration camp, had been put to work for months on end with nothing more than thin prison clothes to protect him from the bitter winter, and a slice of bread a day to sustain him.

Okay, now since everyone knows that it wasn’t just the Jahews who were interned in Germany’s, Europe wide network of camps – and also know that the unwritten rules state that we are only allowed to feel sorry for the 4 be 2 inmates – the Chimp wastes no time in establishing that this is an approved ‘pity’ story about a Jahew.

You will note that the Chimp states that Ivor Biglie-Tatell was in a concentration camp, not an extermination camp although if we take the Official Holocaust websites categorising system then Allach – a Dachau sub-camp – was actually a Labour Camp specialising in fine porcelain.

Ten miles in the other direction lay Dachau’s second sub-camp Allblu, a Tory Camp specialising in fucking things up.

Okay, I made that last bit up but fuck em! If they can make things up then so can I.

Now, in the above snippet taken from the Chimps article, you can’t fail to miss the  mention of  Ivor Biggun’s “thin” prison clothes being all that he had to protect him from the ”bitter winter”.

Again, this is further proof of the hypocrisy demonstrated by the fine purveyors of bullshit.

In fact, you only need look at the articles accompanying photographs to see that the uniforms were not thin.

However, had that been the case then the uniforms would never have lasted the 70 years needed to make it onto the auction sites that the Chimps were so outraged about in November.

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Moreover, since the Allach camp was chiefly concerned with making shit out of Porcelain, the chances are that Ivor would have been working inside… So, what the Chimp is stating as fact is probably pointless piffle presented prematurely as a perfect prelude prototype of Perls predictably pathetic purveying of preconceived porky pies presumably.

Now that’s fucking journalism for ya!

However, looking at the photographic evidence of how well wrapped up the prisoners were, the cold couldn’t have been any more of a hardship to them than what the local builders, milk men, or other outdoor occupations had to endure… And I don’t hear them whinging about it.

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And as for the “only one slice of bread” per day bullshit that Ivor Toldafib comes out with?

Well, the notion that the ultra efficient Germans would gather together an army of slave labour and then starve them to death is just too bonkers for words.

The article then goes on to say:

But his liberation was not to come for months, when the American soldiers would sweep into Germany and, horrified, stumble upon the hellish camps where Ivor and millions like him were held.

Now, by stating that “his liberation was not to come for months”, the Chimp – whilst not exactly lying – has subtly given the reader the impression that Ivor had fucking ages left before he would be finally freed; when in fact he only had two months left.

The camp was in fact liberated by the US army on April 22, 1945.

The Daily Chimpanzee then displays the woeful calibre of their Journalists by stating:

So Ivor, suffering not only from terrible deprivation and could, but a typhus infection, worked on through the winter.

“And could” what Monkey Boy?

But I am of course being pedantic and besides I sometimes make mistakes too… Although I’m not a highly paid Journalist… Neither do I have the “good number of GCSEs, reasonable A-levels and a university degree” as the recommended qualifications needed to become a journalist … I do have a spirit level though… But that is irrelevant since I am not working for the second biggest selling newspaper in the country that is also read worldwide… Neither do I have a proof reader to check my work… Useless cunts… Just sayin’.

Now, the aforementioned “typhus infection worked on through the winter” that Pork Pie Perl allegedly had, is in all probability just more old fanny.

You see, unlike Dachau, – the main camp – Abacab or whatever the camps name is did not have an outbreak of Typhus right up until the week prior to the camp being liberated:

According to Marcus J. Smith, who wrote “Dachau: The Harrowing of Hell,” the Allach camp was divided into two enclosures, one for 3,000 Jewish inmates and the other for 6,000 non-Jewish prisoners. Smith was a doctor in the US military, assigned to take over the care of the prisoners after the liberation. He wrote that the typhus epidemic had not reached Allach until April 22, 1945, about a week before the camp was liberated.  Source

Are you smelling Monkey shit yet?

No?

Then I shall continue, or more specifically, I will let the Chimp continue:

He, his parents and his eight siblings were sent first to Auschwitz, where women and children would be separated from men, and killed. Ivor was saved because he mother ordered him to join the adults despite still being a boy.

The decision saved his life, as his mother and seven of his siblings died in the camps.

Once again, this simply isn’t true.

You see as is usual for the silly monkey’s, they will write their propaganda shit after which the Chimps photo editor will then add the articles accompanying photos.

Inevitably, the chosen photos will more often than not be in total contradiction to what has been written by the journalist – The article below containing  a perfect example by publishing this photo:

Work: Children are seen behind barbed wire in Auschwitz

 

They don’t look like grown men to me.

Moreover, there are hundreds of photo’s, all readily available, attesting to the fact that women and children were interned in Auschwitz.

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Fuck me, there are even reports stating that babies were born within the camps confines… Babies like those in the photo below taken At Dachau in May 1945 for instance.

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Yet Perl the Girl describes his arrival at Auschwitz as being something more akin to Mike Reid’s ‘Runaround’:

‘Of course at the start, I ran over to my mother’s side, with the children and the women’, Ivor says.

‘I told her: “I want to come with you, mum.” She said: “No, don’t come here.”’

He pleaded but gave in and joined one of his brothers in the other line. However, even then he was almost sent back to die by the notorious Auschwitz camp Dr Josef Mengele.

‘I could see a German officer with white gloves’, Ivor says, ‘who we heard later on was Dr Mengele. He was pointing left and right. And as he came to me, he suddenly stopped and said “how old are you?”

Because, Just  Say No Joe spoke fluent Hungarian and Ivor Talltale spoke fluent German… Its true a tell thee.

And as for the monster Mengele’s glove madness?  Well, I would say to you; find me a fucking photo of Mo Jo wearing white gloves.

I mean fucking hell, come on, get fucking real for Dogs sake!  Joey Mengele didn’t perceive himself as being a traffic cop stood in the middle of the road directing fucking traffic, don’t cha know.

Neither did he intend checking the Jahews & Jahipsys for dust by running a fabled white gloved finger across the top of the new arrivals heads.

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Carry on Monkey Boy:

‘Remembering what I was told, I said I was 16. Fortunately I was big for my age.

Well he would be wouldn’t he!  But do you know any 11 or 12 year olds that look 16?

I don’t… I do however know a big 11 year old who looks like an 11 year old that’s big for his age.

Course, the idea of the Zyclon B gas showers is madness in its self and to be honest – knowing what I do now – I can’t quite believe that I too had once bought into the ‘official’ old fanny, hook line and sinker.

I mean, once the President of the American Red Cross, and wife of former Senator Bob Dole had revealed the astonishingly low death toll taken from official death records put together at Auschwitz (uncovered in the Soviet Unions Archives) – we had all the information that we needed to know… The Holocaust, although undeniably unpleasant, was nowhere near the genocide we are told it was.

You see, rather embarrassingly, these archived records listed Auschwitz as having 70,000 deaths from all causes… Quite a difference then to the 4 million – mostly Jahews – that the Zionist cunts would have us believe perished there.

The Chimp then reports that:

An average meal in the camp was a slice of bread, a cup of hot water and, perhaps, a dab of margarine. To protect them from the weather, prisoners had only the infamous black-and-white striped prisoner underclothes and a thin cotton overcoat.

Once again, outright bollocks.

Now, I have already discussed the uniforms but Fuck me; even the openly Jewish publications don’t expect you to believe the old fanny about a slice of bread and a cup of hot water.

I mean, why waste time heating the fucking water?

The following extracts are taken from jewishgen.org and describe a typical day in a Nazi labour camp – which the author tells us always begins at 4 AM:

Breakfast

You must have your mess-tin in hand. No mess-tin, no food. A kapo gives you approximately 10 ounces of bread and some “coffee”. Sometimes, if you are lucky, you’ll receive some margarine or a thin slice of sausage with your bread. The “coffee” is tasteless. No sugar and no milk, of course. The bread you just received will be the only solid food you’ll receive until tomorrow

Straight away, why on earth would you need a mess tin for a lump of bread and a cup of coffee?

Mind you, an average loaf weighs 24 ounces so 10 ounces is nearly half a loaf which along with the cup of coffee makes a mockery of Ivors Perl of wisdom – see what I fucking did there – about a slice of bread and a cup of hot water for breakfast.

Course, if Ivor had been a proper clever cunt he could have improvised and turned his hot water into coffee using the Baldrick method.

If you are not sure what the Baldrick method is, watch the following video.

 

Just sayin’,

Now, after breakfast came morning roll call:

All the prisoners are lined up in rows of ten. All the prisoners must be at the roll call, including the ones who died during the night. There, poor bodies are aligned in front of you or in front of your barrack. Under control of the SS guards and officers, the kapos are counting the thousands of prisoners. A mistake during the counting and everything must start again, making the kapos nervous and dangerous. During the roll call, you must stand at attention, even if it is raining or snowing.

Now hold that thought because I shall return to that slice of old fanny shortly.

After breakfast the author then describes the inmates commute to work:

You run to join your work team. You’ll leave the camp under the heavy guard of SS and kapos, always barking at you. You’ll reach the yard by walk of course. Maybe you’ll have to march off to the beat of the music played by the camp orchestra. Or maybe the SS will order to your work team to sing during the march. Just at the gate of the camp, there is a row of SS waiting for your work team. Beatings, insults, barking again and again.

Because knocking the granny out of your work force is proven to be the best way to get them to work harder, don’t cha fucking know… Dog give me the strength to carry on!

The Work

If you are lucky, you have received a good tool, a shovel or a pickax. Otherwise, you’ll have to work with your hands… and this may mean death because you’ll not be able to work as fast as the guards request. The day will be long: 12-14 hours of work. The work is very hard, and often useless: to move heavy sand bags from one point to another, to extract and carry heavy stones, to dig trenches or to bore a tunnel.

Good Dog, thank you.

But again, this is total, total bollocks, and surely, only someone addicted to drinking tap water would have an IQ low enough to be taken in by that spiel.

I mean to say, if the four be two’s were being exterminated as efficiently as we are told they were – then why waste time, money and SS man hours having slaves move sand bags from one end of a yard to the other, until they either die of exhaustion or are beaten to death?

The issue of this alleged type of brutality was in fact dealt with at the Nuremberg trials held after the war:

It would be tedious to itemize and refute the thousands of bizarre claims as to Nazi atrocities. That there were instances of German cruelty, however, is clear from the testimony of Dr. Konrad Morgen, a legal investigator attached to the Reich Criminal Police, whose statements on the witness stand at Nuremberg have never been challenged by proponents of the Jewish Holocaust story.

Dr. Morgen informed the court that he had been given full authority by Heinrich Himmler, commander of Hitler’s SS and the dread Gestapo, to enter any German concentration camp and investigate instances of cruelty and corruption on the part of camp personnel.

As he explained in sworn testimony at Nuremberg, Dr. Morgen investigated 800 such cases, resulting in more than 200 convictions. Punishments included the death penalty for the worst offenders, including Hermann Florstedt, commandant of Lublin (Majdanek), and Karl Koch (Ilse’s husband), commandant of Buchenwald.

While German camp commandants in certain cases did inflict physical punishment, such acts had to be approved by authorities in Berlin, and it was required that a camp physician first certify the good health of the prisoner to be disciplined, and then be on hand at the actual beating.  

After all, throughout most of the war the camps were important centers of industrial activity. The good health and morale of the prisoners was critical to the German war effort, as is evidenced in a January 1943 order issued by SS General Richard Glücks, chief of the office that supervised the concentration camps. It held the camp commanders “personally responsible for exhausting every possibility to preserve the physical strength of the detainees.”  Source

Now, regardless of the above testimony, common sense should have told you that these far fetched claims made by the likes of Zionist Ivor Hardon – or whatever the lying cunts name is – are just a bucket full of lies which don’t hold water..

Am I being harsh?  Should I concentrate on current issues and leave the past be?

Am I fuck and should I fuck.

You see, the Holocaust lie is constantly being perpetuated to our impressionable school children for a reason, and that reason is extremely detrimental to our well being.

Furthermore, thanks to the Sniffenpissin Cunt Cameron who generously donates our money to the Jewish lobby, the lie will continue to be taught in our schools for many years to come.

Moreover, for as long as the Holocaust old fanny is protected by law and drummed into the heads of generation upon generation of schoolchildren, the Zionist cunts can continue to enslave humanity without reproach.

In fact, anyone dismissing the necessity of exposing the Holocaust fraud as being unimportant and having no relevance to the massive task we face in reclaiming our lives is being extremely naive.

So lets continue with this clearly fictitious day to day account – regurgitated as fact – in regard to the Walter Mitty like existence of a Jewish concentration camp victim.

Lunch Break

A signaling whistle again: the “lunch break” is now over. The work starts again, always at top speed. The afternoon seems harder because you are hungry and you feel you are loosing strength. A prisoner faints and the guards beat him up. If this poor man can’t rise, he’ll be killed and you’ll have to bring his dead-weight body back to the camp for the evening roll call.

Now why the fuck would the prisoners be given a lunch break if there was no food to be had?

I mean, any captor who cheerfully knocks the bejesus out of his slaves before starting them off on a course of hard labour is hardly going to be concerned with his slaves entitlement to a lunch break under the terms of the employment laws.

After all, the author of this ‘a day in the life of’ old bollocks has already all but said that the reason for this brutal treatment, was to work him and his fellow prisoners to death.

The fantasy then inexplicably carrys on under the heading of The Afternoon, and is described in the exact same words as the lunch break except instead of the work starting again “always at top speed”, the afternoon work starts again “always at inferno”.

So fuck knows what that is all about unless the lucky fuckers are also permitted to take tiffin sometime after luncheon!

 Return to camp

A last signaling whistle: your work team walks back to the camp, and the survivors are carrying bodies of the prisoners who died today. Maybe the guards will order the team to sing. Once arrived in the camp, the SS are controlling your team. It’s a new opportunity for them to beat, to kill.

Well it fucking would be wouldn’t it… At least it would in the land of make believe.

You would in fact have thought that “the chosen ones” would have had the brains to know when they are mugging themselves of by writing transparent bullshit like this… Just sayin’.

Apparently not.

You see, Big Nose then describes:

Evening Roll Call

All the prisoners are lined up by rows of ten. The kapos are counting the prisoners and the dead. If a prisoner tried to escape, all the prisoners will stand at attention at their roll-call place until he is retrieved. The evening roll call takes hours, sometimes even 10 hours, before it is over.

So lets recap.

The prisoners rise at 4 AM. Lets be generous and say that they are given an hour to wash, have breakfast and line up for morning roll call.

Minus 23 hours and counting.

Okay, since Mo the Grass states that afternoon roll call can take up to 10 hours, it is safe to assume that the morning roll call will take up the exact same amount of time – If not more since undercover of darkness is the best time to fuck off.

Minus 13 hours and counting.

So far, so fucking good.

And as such, I will continue to be generous by lumping in the lunch and afternoon tea breaks as well as travelling time with John the Jews assertion of 10 to 12 hour shifts.

Minus 1 hour and counting.

Having arrived back a Chez Fucking Horrible, poor old Off His Trolley Solly doesn’t so much as have time to put his feet up and read the Daily Chimpanzee, before having to line up for another 10 hour roll call.

Minus – 9 hours and counting.

The Dinner

The evening roll call is over. You run in order to receive your “dinner”: a kind of “soup”, just like the one you received at noon. If you spared some bread, you may eat it now, with the soup. Once again, the distribution of food is an opportunity for the kapos to beat the prisoners.

Fuck me, no wonder the Scooby Jew’s who avoided typhus looked so fucking healthy when they were liberated… The fat cunts didn’t stop eating!

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Again, lets re-cap:

A sausage sarnie in the morning washed down with a nice hot cup of coffee.

Soup of the day for lunch, which if eaten with the generous half a loaf of bread – as per daily allowance – would be enough to leave anyone nodding off and in need of a good hard slap to rouse them from their slumber.

Once awake, the pampered prisoners would apparently do another hours graft before tiffin at two.

A bit more work after that and then a happy sing song on the leisurely stroll home – I have also noticed that there is never any mention of rent – where they can then tuck in to a very welcome steaming hot stew.

After that, an inmates time was his own, which was usually spent indulging in gay group bedtime activities, with as many as five fellas sharing a bed with a comfy straw mattress – and all under the one blanket to boot.

And yet they still find time to moan about it nearly 70 years after the fucking fact, for fucks sake.

All I can say is; thank fuck the Bosnians are made of sterner stuff… Now there was what you call a Holocaust.

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Never the less, lets say dinner and gay games express took up another hour.

Minus – 10 hours and counting.

So, in a nut shell what Skid Lid Sid is saying is that the Nazi concentration camps operate on the 34 hour day time system and on a bad day, Silly Sausage Saul, doesn’t have time to sleep at all!

“Silly Sausage Saul, doesn’t have time to sleep at all!” … I fucking like that. Go me.

Course, perhaps you are now thinking that I have misread the blatant sensationalist Semite shit… In which case; fuck off and have a fucking butchers for yourself.  You can do so by clicking  HERE

However, just think on. It isn’t my fault that the time lines, number of deaths and photographic evidence, along with the captured meticulously maintained, well documented record of events, are totally at odds with what the megalomaniac Zionist elites order you to believe… Just sayin’.

Shall we return to Ivor Lietootell’s old fanny?

Yes, I believe we shall.

Try this for size:

Alongside hundreds of others, he was put to work on gruelling projects such as digging underground bases for military equipment with only rudimentary tools.

No he wasn’t. There are plenty of aerial photographs available. Show me where they were digging these underground bases.

Or do you believe that a hole in the ground big enough to accommodate an underground storage facility is do-able with a trowel?

Best we don’t go there ay?

However had Ivor Sillystory been at Gusen concentration camp site, a sub-camp of  Mauthausen, his story may have had a bit of credibility.

You see there are miles of tunnels dug by Nazi slave labourers there.

I would imagine that it is those tunnels whose location Ivor Gudeyedeer adapted to fit in with his own old fanny… Grrr!

Just fucking get on with it ya useless lying cunts:

Order was kept with a combination of fear and extreme force. When Nazi guards realised some prisoners were hiding in a cave to avoid work, they thought nothing of throwing grenades in after them.

Ohhhh, I getcha. The Germans were utilising the world famous Dachau Caves for the underground storage facility – no doubt complete with planning permission to build an Aldi Supermarket and underground car park.

So, Ivor wouldn’t have needed any tools after all, rudimentary or otherwise, to dig since the dig was already dug, ya dig?

Mind you, the look on the Nazi Guards faces must have been priceless when they found out the hard way that under no fucking circumstances what so ever, do you ever, ever create an explosion in a tube.

Next:

When a register of prisoners was taken in the morning, everyone faced an agonising decision of which group of labourers to join. Some tasks were easier than others – and the hardest work could easily drive struggling prisoners to death.

One day Ivor made a different choice to his brother, and didn’t see him for three weeks. While his brother was posted to a farm, and allowed to eat decently for a time, Ivor grew so emaciated and ill that his older sibling did not recognise him.

Fuck me, now we are being told that the ‘inmates’ were allowed to pick and choose their jobs.

Yet apparently most were too stupid to differentiate between which jobs were the cushy ones and which were the pits:

Saul: Have you seen the work detail for today Morris?

Morris: Yes already. They want 20 of us to tend the Bunnies that they are breeding for their skins from which they aim to make coats.

Saul: Oh I love Bunnies me! And bunny rabbit jackets too of course! … I love bunny rabbit jackets me!

Morris: They want another 20 of us to paint pretty pictures in the nice warm porcelain department.

Saul: Oh I love painting pretty pictures me! Especially when I’m nice and warm.  

Morris: They also need 20 of us to dig up potatoes over on the farm already. I think I will give that a miss, what with my back. I mean its not as if we are starving and yet Old Mrs Giles insists on us eating bowl after bowl of Beef & Potato stew… Very bad for my diet. Laugh out Loud.

Saul: Oh I love beef & potato hot pot me! Mind you I feel a bit bloated already.

Morris: Finally, they want the remaining 20 of us to go and clear out the camp sewers by hand. Seems that they are backed up for two miles, 4ft deep with shit in places ,so I hear.

Saul: Yeah I know. That is why I’m bloated. I couldn’t  have a tom-tit this morning as the cacka was flowing back over the toilet seat. Fucking smell it was giving off too – pardon my Hungarian. Never smelt anything quite like it. Made me proper dry wretch it did too… Nearly lost me fucking sausage sarnie at one point… But enough with the small talk already, which detail are you going on… Or are you going to have a day off?

Morris: Good god no!, I’m going to paint some pretty pictures in the warm… Besides, the beds too big without Ivor, Hymie, Jacob and Lionel to share it with… Which one you going to choose?

Saul: Tricky decision Mo, tricky, tricky, tricky. You know y’self  my boy. Make the wrong choice and you can end up knee deep in shit. I think I’ll play it safe and opt for unblocking the sewers by hand.

You really could make this shit up, don’t cha know.

Cue the Chimp:

One day Ivor made a different choice to his brother, and didn’t see him for three weeks. While his brother was posted to a farm, and allowed to eat decently for a time, Ivor grew so emaciated and ill that his older sibling did not recognise him.

I’ll bet it taught him never to volunteer for unblocking the sewers again though… So, every cloud, and all that.

Or, Ivor Trickortoo could of course have been referring to when he had Typhus and in an effort to court sympathy, deliberately neglected to mention that fact.

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The Wikipedia photo caption at source, quite clearly states: Mass grave of typhus victims in Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, April 1945 – Source

Course, the Wikipedia page that I sourced the photo from was about Typhus, not concentration camps.

And you just instinctively know that apart from websites connected to typhus, there are not many other sites which display the above photo and ones like it, while still carrying the same or a similar photo caption.

Are you beginning to understand the deception now? Or do you need another photo?

Silly question… Present company exempted of course.

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Geddit?

Next lie please Monkey Boy:

Indeed, at one point Ivor’s typhus, which was ubiquitous in concentration camps, grew so bad he was referred to the camp hospital.

‘The hospital block was laughable’, Ivor recalls. ‘Twice a day – in the morning a camp doctor would come along, you would uncover yourself, he’d see how much flesh you had on you, whether you were able to work.

‘Those who were not considered workable were pointed towards, and those people had to be taken away to be killed. All of us would push our stomach out to pretend we were more healthy than we were.’

With the help of his brother, Ivor sneaked out of the hospital, where there was clearly no prospect of getting better.

Totally made up total bollocks.

You see, as I pointed out earlier on; Typhus did not rear its ugly head in Acallacab – or whatever the fucking place was called – until a week before liberation.

But the very idea of an infirmary where a doctor visits each day to specifically see who is going to die and then subsequently has them taken out and shot is the stuff of comedy films.

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Now, I think that you are really going to like this next bit… Take it away Monkey Boy:

And indeed, the worst was yet to come. After weeks of restlessness in the camp, the order was given that it be abandoned. Ivor and his brother were told that they must march, for days, to a larger camp.

Oh no! That doesn’t sound good.

However, Typhus only broke out in the camp the week before it was liberated, therefore, Ivor Fucktwat cant have been that ill or in the hospital too long as obviously those who were forced to go on these horrific death marches were the fitter ones out of the bunch of inmates.

The sick were left behind.

You can carry on now Fur Face:

They were given a single loaf of bread to sustain them for several days, and warned that if they finished it too soon there would be nothing else. Part way through this gruelling journey, with a pace so uncompromising prisoners would die on their feet, it became too much.

That seems a bit stingy! After all, the inmates were used to having half a loaf of bread each per day.

‘We were walking along in the mud and suddenly my brother and I accused each other of taking bigger bites than we should have done,’ Ivor remembers. ‘We started fighting and wrestling in the mud.’

And to be fair, I suppose that after “Several Days” of having to take micro bites from the loaf, those types of squabbles were inevitably always bound to happen.

Mind you, Ivor Canlieforengland’s sibling must have been a right fucking wimp if he couldn’t take out his typhus infected little brother with a single punch.

‘And as we were fighting in the mud suddenly I could see a pair of army boots and the butt of a gun on the floor.’

The two thought – with good reason – they would soon be brutally punished.

‘Then suddenly we heard this soldier talking to us in Hungarian’, Ivor says. ‘He said “Don’t fight, because you’ll soon be liberated and then afterwards you’ll be sorry you fought each other.”

It wasn’t with good reason then was it since they were not punished bulbous arse!

Mind you, they were Just the kind of words a Hungarian speaking German SS Guard would say… But only in a fucking Hollywood film script.

‘That was about the only kindness that I experienced in my camp life.’

Even this was only a blip in the otherwise unrelenting suffering of Ivor’s year under Nazi persecution.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, this death march lasting several days?

Where did they march to?

But, as he marched towards Dachau, where he would soon be liberated by the American forces, it was a sign of better things to come.

DACHAU!

FUCKING DACHAU?

A TEN MILE FUCKING WALK!

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Ivor Perl! Fuck off you lying, twisted, Zionist, cunt … You & your ilk make me wanna puke.

Just fucking sayin’.

 

 

Winter in the camps: Holocaust survivor who almost died at Auschwitz and worked in concentration camps aged just 13 recalls the bitterest months of Nazi persecution

  • Ivor Perl, a Hungarian Jew, was sent to a ghetto aged 11
  • Was sent to Auschwitz in 1944 with his parents and eight siblings
  • He pretended he was 16 to be sent to a labour camp instead of killed
  • Was sent to Allach and forced to work on Nazi projects in the snow
  • Ivor was liberated by Allied forced in 1945 and moved to England
  • Only he and his brother survived The Holocaust

By KIERAN CORCORAN

PUBLISHED: 15:46, 26 December 2013 | UPDATED: 19:50, 26 December 2013

 

 

 

Young: Ivor Perl was sent to Hitler's camps when he was just 11 years old. In this picture, taken after he was liberated, he is 14Young: Ivor Perl was sent to Hitler’s camps when he was just 11 years old. In this picture, taken after he was liberated, he is 14

 

In February of 1945 Ivor Perl, 13, was standing in the snow cold, hungry, desperate, and dimly aware that under normal circumstances it would be time for his bar mitzvah.

But instead of a celebration, Ivor, staring through the fence of Allach, a Nazi concentration camp, had been put to work for months on end with nothing more than thin prison clothes to protect him from the bitter winter, and a slice of bread a day to sustain him.

Remembering his desperation, Ivor, now 81, recalls: ‘The camp was in the middle of the forest, and a fence ran through the trees. I was praying to God “help me, if you let me get out of this place, I shall not ask anything else of you in my life.”’

But his liberation was not to come for months, when the American soldiers would sweep into Germany and, horrified, stumble upon the hellish camps where Ivor and millions like him were held.

So Ivor, suffering not only from terrible deprivation and could, but a typhus infection, worked on through the winter.

The gruelling regime hit him especially badly as, having pretended to be older than he was to avoid being killed, he had to do the work of an adult to keep up the act.

Ivor, a Hungarian, was imprisoned in 1944, after his country had been occupied by the Nazis for attempting to defect to the Allies.

Transported: Ivor was forced on to a crowded railway car and transported to Auscwitz in awful conditions (file picture)Transported: Ivor was forced on to a crowded railway car and transported to Auscwitz in awful conditions (file picture)

 

He, his parents and his eight siblings were sent first to Auschwitz, where women and children would be separated from men, and killed. Ivor was saved because he mother ordered him to join the adults despite still being a boy.

The decision saved his life, as his mother and seven of his siblings died in the camps.

 

‘Of course at the start, I ran over to my mother’s side, with the children and the women’, Ivor says.

‘I told her: “I want to come with you, mum.” She said: “No, don’t come here.”’

He pleaded but gave in and joined one of his brothers in the other line. However, even then he was almost sent back to die by the notorious Auschwitz camp Dr Josef Mengele.

‘I could see a German officer with white gloves’, Ivor says, ‘who we heard later on was Dr Mengele. He was pointing left and right. And as he came to me, he suddenly stopped and said “how old are you?”

‘Remembering what I was told, I said I was 16. Fortunately I was big for my age.

‘I’ve often, even now after all these years, I can remember his eyes as he was thinking to himself which side he should put me to. He must have thought that if I’m lying I won’t be strong enough so it doesn’t matter.’

In Allach for the bitterest months of the year, Ivor’s strength was sorely tested.

An average meal in the camp was a slice of bread, a cup of hot water and, perhaps, a dab of margarine. To protect them from the weather, prisoners had only the infamous black-and-white striped prisoner underclothes and a thin cotton overcoat.

Desperate: These Jewish survivors, mostly children, were photographed when Auschwitz was liberated (file picture)Desperate: These Jewish survivors, mostly children, were photographed when Auschwitz was liberated (file picture)
Skeletal: Children were kept in horrible conditions inside the campsSkeletal: Children were kept in horrible conditions inside the camps

 

Alongside hundreds of others, he was put to work on gruelling projects such as digging underground bases for military equipment with only rudimentary tools.

Order was kept with a combination of fear and extreme force. When Nazi guards realised some prisoners were hiding in a cave to avoid work, they thought nothing of throwing grenades in after them.

When a register of prisoners was taken in the morning, everyone faced an agonising decision of which group of labourers to join. Some tasks were easier than others – and the hardest work could easily drive struggling prisoners to death.

One day Ivor made a different choice to his brother, and didn’t see him for three weeks. While his brother was posted to a farm, and allowed to eat decently for a time, Ivor grew so emaciated and ill that his older sibling did not recognise him.

Marched: Hungarian Jews, marked with a Star of David, queue on their way into Auschwitz in 1944, the same time Ivor was taken to the camps (file picture)Marched: Hungarian Jews, marked with a Star of David, queue on their way into Auschwitz in 1944, the same time Ivor was taken to the camps (file picture)
Work: Children are seen behind barbed wire in AuschwitzWork: Children are seen behind barbed wire in Auschwitz

Indeed, at one point Ivor’s typhus, which was ubiquitous in concentration camps, grew so bad he was referred to the camp hospital.

‘The hospital block was laughable’, Ivor recalls. ‘Twice a day – in the morning a camp doctor would come along, you would uncover yourself, he’d see how much flesh you had on you, whether you were able to work.

‘Those who were not considered workable were pointed towards, and those people had to be taken away to be killed. All of us would push our stomach out to pretend we were more healthy than we were.’

With the help of his brother, Ivor sneaked out of the hospital, where there was clearly no prospect of getting better.

Haunting: A recent images shows a wintery Auschwitz as it is now, with the infamous slogan 'Arbeit Macht Frei' written above the gateHaunting: A recent images shows a wintery Auschwitz as it is now, with the infamous slogan ‘Arbeit Macht Frei’ written above the gate

But outside, in the camp, things began to change, as the noise of Allied war planes gradually began to fill the air.

But for those still inside, it wasn’t a symbol of hope. ‘They said the worse the Germans treated us the more we were losing the war,’ Ivor remembers.

And indeed, the worst was yet to come. After weeks of restlessness in the camp, the order was given that it be abandoned. Ivor and his brother were told that they must march, for days, to a larger camp.

Recollection: Ivor Perl, pictured recently, was able to start a new life in BritainRecollection: Ivor Perl, pictured recently, was able to start a new life in Britain

They were given a single loaf of bread to sustain them for several days, and warned that if they finished it too soon there would be nothing else. Part way through this gruelling journey, with a pace so uncompromising prisoners would die on their feet, it became too much.

‘We were walking along in the mud and suddenly my brother and I accused each other of taking bigger bites than we should have done,’ Ivor remembers. ‘We started fighting and wrestling in the mud.’

‘And as we were fighting in the mud suddenly I could see a pair of army boots and the butt of a gun on the floor.’

The two thought – with good reason – they would soon be brutally punished.

‘Then suddenly we heard this soldier talking to us in Hungarian’, Ivor says. ‘He said “Don’t fight, because you’ll soon be liberated and then afterwards you’ll be sorry you fought each other.”

‘That was about the only kindness that I experienced in my camp life.’

Even this was only a blip in the otherwise unrelenting suffering of Ivor’s year under Nazi persecution.

But, as he marched towards Dachau, where he would soon be liberated by the American forces, it was a sign of better things to come.

After the war, Ivor was granted a visa to come to the UK. He spent his working life in fashion retail, married and has four children and six grandchildren.

Ivor Perl shared his story in conjunction with the Holocaust Memorial Day Trust. Visit www.hmd.org.uk for more information

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