Douglas Mercer
August 22 2023
The Jews have that deep underground bunker and control center and electronic tracking center at the undisclosed location in Illinois—it’s a Jew alert center, and if someone is putting up a flyer saying It’s Always The Jews or someone puts up a No Jews Allowed sign somewhere unearthly synthesized pings rattle manically in the dugout and calls go out to Law Enforcement who rouse themselves from their stupor of not arresting negro savages and they are immediately on the case. This monitoring and sticking the thermometer up the world’s backside is a full-time job for the Jews what with that famous “rise in anti-Semitism” we hear so much about; the Jews are hyper alert for any shock to their amour propre or their store of victimhood and they have hate laws in effect and federal, state, and local dollars rolling around. The underground bunker is just the ne plus ultra of their operational practices. And now a similar bunker has been built in the so called “holy land” at the granddaddy to take out all granddaddies of Holocaust remembrance sites: Yad Vashem. The very name must be spoken in hallowed, hushed and awed tones with one hand over one’s heart so sacred is the utterance. And there they go deep in the ground and hope to erect an eternal monument to themselves and their self-proclaimed unsurpassable suffering. It is there that they hoard the Holocaust.
Cyber attacks come in around the clock; the White man is wise to the Jew tricks and seeks to attack them; but the Jews are hunkering down and going deep underground; they have a hundred--million-dollar maximum security facility with all the gadgets and all the bells and whistles. It’s not viewable to causal passersby because it’s five-storeys deep and going deeper; but these are not Hobbits burrowing, these are Jews. A digital archive and network of computers walled off scrupulously from the internet is at their command; this is the brain pan and the central nervous system of the Holocaust, and it’s here that those tall tales will be zealously guarded forever they say; it’s here that they will gather, collect, and curate the Holocaust.
“Due to be opened in time for Holocaust Memorial Day in January 2024, it will house an undisclosed number of its most precious artifacts. Senior officials at Yad Vashem in Jerusalem, the world’s best-known Holocaust Museum, memorial and collection of archives, refer to the site as the mountain. And it is indeed built, as ancient fortresses were, on a hilltop. A fortress is the right image. Because it is defending against a threat. A visitor might even confuse it for the state-of-the-art headquarters of a Bond villain.”
This is their Masada; this their lone redoubt; their world away from the world, their fortress of solitude, but instead of mottes and baileys and moats and turrets they have a silicon sanctuary where the tiny hated green eye shade scholars, and researchers, the adjunct professors, the Shoah specialists, and the whiz kid slime congregate to do a Jewish deed; to track down, locate, ferret out, and find every last scrap of “evidence” they can lay their dirty hands on. If there’s a sad last letter from the late Israel to Sarah in Budapest they’ll have their man on a plane and on the case; if there’s a birthday list at the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute with Mengele’s name on it they’ll put it on Japanese paper and store it in their hoard store in the mountain; if somewhere in Poland someone scratched some defiant graffiti on a train station before they were all vaporized it’s now transmogrified and transmuted into a hologram and it will make its way to the repository deep beneath the earth; in a way it’s a reverse Ahnenerbe; where the Germans fanned out over the earth to find the sources of their being the Jews do likewise to catalogue a never ending fantasy. When they are done they will have big pile of nothing, but that won’t stop them from piling it fifty fathoms deep and billing it as proof positive.
“Yad Vashem already has a digital war room; Michael Lieber, the museum’s chief information officer, said that the key to keeping the archive safe was having a very good back-up, as well as ensuring that the original artifacts are kept safe. Yad Vashem’s collection includes 224 million pages of documents (tens of millions of which are original hard copies), 535,000 photographs, 44,600 artifacts and 13,650 pieces of art. It has electronic copies of its documents held offline, out of reach of hackers, in several undisclosed locations around Israel.”
This is the Jewish Middle Earth, this is the gold-hoard, this is the wheelhouse and the storehouse; this is the brain pan and the central nervous system in which the information processors process and then reprocess; they have piled up paper and they have piled up documents; some have Eichmann’s signature, one shows where Hans Kammler laid out some blue prints, one shows that Hoss ordered up some blueberries on a special invoice embossed with the sign of the SS; some show that a poor Jew had to work this much, and some show that this many Jews came in from Hungary in the dead of night; you can see the pictures of the tracks, and the ovens, and you can see the pictures of their grandparents when they were young; horrifying or saccharine they stitch them together to show what? Nothing, really. Just an alleged impressive tranche after tranche to show the world how diligent they are in tracking down the killers, to kill the world’s reason with the sheer force of superabundance. And they will take the papers and they will treat them like gold and adjust the temperature just so to arrest the ravages of time; they will photograph them and make facsimiles, and then make further facsimiles of the facsimiles and so on ad nauseam; and they will render them virtual; and the paper and the images will be stored and protected, downloaded and uploaded, sequestered and quarantined, in order (in vain) to render them truthful and impregnable to doubt; but in the end they will heap up only history’s ash heap; like those ashes they have a photos of falling softly over the picturesque German town like winter in summer; and when the time comes and their tricks are exposed for all to see they will stand among their mounds of documents and say: but I have this paper that says so and so Shlomo was gassed on such and such a date, it says so right here; but all to no avail.
At the mountain they deploy “undisclosed” measures to prevent their enemies from ransacking the digital archive, from raiding the Jew hoard; after all some super subtle sleuth could slide in and “undermine the historical record”; because the news it’s fake but the history books? Oh, those are real. Why, someone could take a document and manipulate it, maneuver it into become something else; add to it, snip it, cut it, delete it, color it, transpose it, reverse its image, alter it, recontextualize it, replace it, and suddenly would the false become real or the real become false? Down beneath the fortress, beneath the mountain, down many fathoms deep they don’t ask those kinds of startling questions; after all the Holocaust is true as true can be an there is no debating it. It was six million and not one less. There are no rounding errors in the Jewish ideology and just because they added some zeros on the sly doesn’t mean you can sneak in and remove them in the name of scrupulous exactitude.
“Yad Vashem is the Shoah’s central nervous system and main memory bank. The museum also has 40 teams working in Eastern Europe, making digital copies of exhibits. They add as many as 15 million pages of documents are added each year to the archive. The main underground building in Israel has an operational center where, around the clock, technicians watch a bank of screens showing attempted breaches of Yad Vashem’s digital defenses.”
The Jews put on the headsets or the earpieces or the goggles or the glasses and for all you’d know their brain is then at the center of the world; on a screen above flashes the dire warnings: malware, content violation, advanced threats, viruses. According to their press releases a powerful secret army of “anti-Jewish extremists and Holocaust deniers,” spend their days and efforts to infiltrate, corrupt, change, and attack the memory bank of the Shoah. It’s spy vs. spy out here at the highest level of modern truth and the forces of good and evil (or evil and good) battle it out in the interstitial spaces of their screens. Yad Vashem has their digital war room because in the Jew game of global domination they know that the six million of the Shoah is their most precious and fungible asset, the word has become universal shorthand for the importance of the Jews and their tribulations; should it be damaged or doubted or denigrated in any way the whole malign house of cards would come tumbling down. No, these men with their flashy CompSci degrees are the real patriots of Israel, the true inheritors to those thugs who blew up the King David Hotel; more than even the fighter of the IDF who blows the heads off little brown babies in the “territories”; these keyboard warriors are the true warriors, the real heroes, for in their hands is the fate of 3000 years of subversion, for it is they who protect the golden goose.
“Yad Vashem has an almost obsessive effort to collect, protect and preserve every shred of evidence of what can credibly claim to be the greatest crime in human history. Which is why they have this digital war room. In Yad Vashem’s case, that means an electronic set of duplicate copies held away from and unconnected to the internet, out of reach of hackers. It means storage on tape, held in a system defiantly offline. It also means relying on not just one bank of servers, but several, dotted around the country.”
One will be forgiven for thinking that they protest too much. Duplicates of duplicates, triplicates of triplicates, networks within networks, backup systems that back up the backup systems. Most people just write their books, add a few footnotes, and trust in people’s sound common sense, but the Holocaust myth slipped the surly bonds of reality so quickly, ostentatiously and flagrantly right from the beginning they felt the driving compulsion to overcompensate for what obviously were lies of outsized proportions. So they run the Potemkin depositories where they say they have every scrap of paper (or they will find and get it) that was ever touched by one of those “desk killers” and they have every last shoelace stripped from the shoes of the sad victims, why they even have a lonely strand of hair that was stored in a locket, a precious memento that was saved from becoming part of woven fabric used to clothe a German submarine pilot plying the dangerous waters of the Atlantic.
“The danger is not just of elimination, with hackers breaking in and destroying the digital archive. There’s also the risk that, once in, they won’t simply press delete but rather attempt something subtler and more invidious. They might try to alter documents, change photographs or tweak numbers, using advanced technology to doctor the historic record. What was to stop them from, say, adding a fictitious face to the image of senior Nazis in the dock at Nuremberg or subtracting a zero on a crucial document, thereby reducing the death toll at a camp?”
This is really rather rich coming from them. To pose as the super guardians of strict historical reality is more that a bit hysterical when it’s them that do it. The Jew as the warrior of truth? The Jew as the stern stickler for verisimilitude and accurate detail when it comes to the Jews of Hitler’s Europe? Surely a more comic-opera book figure cannot be devised. The Jews who have spent decades firmly etching those faked zeros tacked on the numbers are now going to pretend to be concerned that someone might scratch them out? Why, tweaking the ever-surging figures has become the Jewish national pastime but now they fear that the “revisionists’” will enter the lists and beat them at their own game.
“The result, however, is that those original documents — whether they be the diary of a Jew in a ghetto or the correspondence of a Nazi bureaucrat — have to be guarded like precious jewels. There are cameras in every room. Each vault is climate-controlled. A red pipe runs overhead, punctuated by sprinklers ready to activate in case of fire. The documents are held in sealed boxes, designed to insulate their contents against water damage. In time, the sprinklers will be replaced by valves which, in the event of a blaze, will release fire-retardant gas.”
The tiny hated hive drones known as “conservators” deep in the bowels of the earth wear white lab coats and supersensitive gloves. They run nearly diaphanous and delicate strips of white ribbon along the edge of Japanese paper designed to strengthen the letter so it won’t bend, fold or tear (it’s a precious final letter from Ben Judah’s own hand!); with the care of a safecracker they proceed with inordinate caution over their precious haul, next to them is a jar containing methyl cellulose, an anti-glue which transforms the stuck to the unstuck; they wear those surgeon head bands with the penetrating and clarifying light and (like a surgeon and with a surgeon’s trained expertise) they wield scalpels and rulers making it appear that they are in an operating theater, though what they operate on is infinitely more precious than a human life; it’s the life blood of the Hebrews! No restorer of a rare Vermeer could be more precise or more meticulous, for on this letter and thousands of others just like it rest the hope and dreams of the future of the biggest deception ever perpetrated on the barely suspecting world.
“But Gertner does not simply guard what Yad Vashem has. The institution wants more, its appetite for tangible proof of the Holocaust is voracious. With pride, Gertner notes that the collection has quadrupled in the last decade. It has researchers scouring libraries, archives, family basements and attics in Europe —they hunt down any document they can find. Gertner estimates the collection is adding as many as 15 million pages of documents each year through this scanning operation. But it’s happening on the mountain, too. In one room, staff are at work on table scanners, placing documents on a black desktop board, positioning an overhead camera and capturing images for the digital archive. These are annotated, catalogued and and then reproduced for ultimate security.”
Images of images, papers about papers, the hoard comes pouring in and they just can’t get enough, when it come to their malicious mother’s milk they are ravenous and insatiable; their appetite for it grows by what it feeds on, the mountain functions as a mindless beast which wants to gobble up the Holocaust lore, the memorabilia, the relics, the holy objects, the talismans, the totems, the paraphernalia, the tangential, it’s the Lourdes of the lie, a place where professors and propagandistic journalists can go to be fed at the trough of Jew suffering surfeit and write a book, or an article, or take some pictures and get the word out that when it comes to those six million dearly departed souls they are diligently and resolutely on the case. Did you know that the preferred method if they needed to kill them quick at Auschwitz was to inject them with phenol? Well, the mountain has a vial. Did you know that the Germans sterilized by x-rays, irradiating testicle and ovaries? Well, the mountain has some pictures and some old junk to prove it. Did you know they worked on Jew subjects to test ways to rewarm bodies suffering from hypothermia? That Mengele had heads airmailed to Berlin? Well, they have documents on immaculately preserved thin paper testifying it’s as true as true gets; and they have copes and the copies have copies and it’s filed in drawers and on the main frame and probably beamed out to the heavens too; indeed, the whole project of the camps is shown to be, far from being a place where they had orchestras and soccer teams, a house of horrors a la de Sade. And they are keeping every last scrap they can get their grasping hands on in refrigerated rooms at just the right temperatures so they will last far into the benighted future.
“There is something frenetic about all this industry, soon to be contained in that single, new, mostly subterranean facility, a collections centre that aims to bring the storage, conservation and preservation efforts together under one supremely well-equipped roof, so that what Yad Vashem has now will be maintained in perpetuity. Yad Vashem is preparing for that day, and so are others around the world. The Visual History Archive at the University of Southern California, the bank of survivor interviews established by Steven Spielberg after his success with Schindler’s List, is working on adapting some of those countless hours of video testimony into holograms. David Silberklang, a senior historian at Yad Vashem says: It is true that a hologram could easily be dismissed as a hi-tech forgery. Anything can be faked, he says.”
Anything can be faked: words to the wise—anything can be faked. Remember that. They are not “fixing” the evidence they are preserving it at least that’s the story they put out. Each stage of the process will be exquisitely catalogued and recorded for posterity to “inoculate” them against future forgeries; next comes the Digital Media Lab a wall of which is filled with screens like a gallery in a television studio, up on them are talking heads, and not just any heads, these are the heads which eluded Mengele’s lurid grasp, these are the heads of survivors and they are talking your hear off. Their images were recorded 10, 20, 30, or 40 years ago and technicians with names ending in “witz” or “stein” are transferring them from media which are fast becoming functionally obsolete—VHS, Betamax—and giving them the sheeny sheen and shine of the up to date and cutting edge---a hologram they can beam into space or beam into classrooms around the world to gull the dupes. There are specialized machines poring over and scanning old microfilm and microfiche, reel by reel, clip by clip, frame by frame, and they boast that if a Holocaust testimony exists in any form, anywhere in the world, Yad Vashem wants it and will do what it takes to digitize it, preserve it and make it accessible. That is they have a cache, a stash, a heap, a conglomeration—they are hoarding the Holocaust.
“By recording every interaction made with an item of digital information, and keeping that record across several computers, blockchain technology could provide a reliable guide to the provenance of digital documents. That in turn could yield a system of watermarks authenticating irrefutable evidence of the Holocaust. We have so much of the truth out there. I’m cautiously optimistic that the sheer volume of what we have that is the truth will prevail. And so he and the others stand guard on the mountain, defending the historical record against anything, and anyone, that threatens it.”
That’s the dream anyway, the Jewish dream of old and the Jewish dream of tomorrow afternoon. That finally they can burrow into the earth and mobilize a plethora of technology to codify their fairy tales; it all looks and seems rather impressive, the gadgets and the marvels, and the zeal and the burning desire, they will take all the information in the world and run it through the wood chipper of endless reproduction until at the snap of your fingers you can dredge up from the ensuing morass the seemingly pristine image of a little Jewish girl being separated from her mother on that infamous and legendary ramp; or the picture of some smiling and leering German eating blueberries while across the way a doctor took the vital organs from the living just to see what happened. The whole thing will be phantasmagoric, lurid and positively Lovecraftian and it will never be finished, the survivors will go but the pile of shoes will get higher and higher, and the hair will become a glacier in the size of its mass, and the images of grinning Germans will be refracted to the nth degree--until a wiser world sees through the façade to the truth—sees through the apparent immensity to the tawdry swindle beneath, and the other shoe finally drops.
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