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Around the age of fifty, Steven Spielberg discovered the thing he was put on this earth to do: tell the story of the Holocaust, the subject of his movie Schindler’s List, which reaped seven Oscar Awards. In this monumentally successful Jewish billionaire, the Holocaust According to Spielberg found a truly mighty champion, and he has served his avowed purpose at least as well as it has served him.
I was just a bit over sixty when I discovered the thing I was put on this earth to do, and lo and behold, it’s the same thing Steven Spielberg was put here to do: tell the story of the Holocaust, as I had recently discovered it actually to be, an account starkly in contrast not only to the Hollywood billionaire’s version, but to the version that I had avidly studied and gullibly accepted all my life up until that point. I am, of course, no billionaire, my epiphany netted me not even one Oscar, nor any money whatsoever, and like Holocaust revisionists everywhere, I have grown poorer over the years: Holocaust revision has been very bad to me.
In fact, the ill effects of Holocaust revisionism on me and so many others who see the truth as I do was most of what led me to my discovery of my purpose here in this vale of tears. The rest was the very, very rewarding effects “telling the story of the Holocaust” has had on Steven Spielberg, Elie Wiesel, Simon Wiesenthal, Abe Foxman, and the entire gallery of wealthy, famous charlatans who have fed on the very real misery and death experienced by the innumerable victims of National Socialist racial policy during World War II.
The crowning evidence of how very rich the slop in the Holohog trough is, and how plentiful, is the newest snout to join the grunting, slobbering herd so ravenously gorging on the mass suffering and injustice of seventy years ago: that of Barack Hussein Obama, 44th president of the United States. Not, of course, that he is the first Leader of Our Nation to feed off the grisly sanctimoniousness of “Never Again”; it was, after all, President Jimmy Carter who created the Holocaust Memorial and Museum today looming over Washington’s Mall and the conscience of America, a people and place that had no part in the events therein celebrated.
Obama made a pilgrimage to Schindler’s project headquarters at the University of California on May 7 to accept an Ambassador for Humanity award to add to the Nobel Peace Prize he already has on his trophy shelf. At the occasion, Obama must have been the only person present who claimed, and frequently exercised, the right to order the killing of people with no need to even publish, much less prove, any particular cause for doing so. Others present may indeed have had, and exercised, a similar right, but only the evening’s Ambassador for Humanity publicly claimed such a right. It’s enough to make one wonder who next year’s honoree might turn out to be.
President Obama, as the country’s leading Democrat, will attend at least one fundraiser in Hollywood for his party. The Republicans of Hollywood (there are several of them, though most do not admit their membership publicly) had, up to just over a year ago, the very potent services of David “Stein” to promote and arrange their fundraisers and other social gatherings. But since David Stein’s (David Cole in real life) career of twenty years ago as a Holocaust revisionist was maliciously exhumed by his former girlfriend, he has become a leper to that hardy band of theatrical Republicans, and to this date they have not come up with anything remotely resembling a replacement. I predict they never will.
Perhaps Cole will replace himself as one of Holocaust revisionism’s clearest and most engaging personalities; I certainly could use the help in my widely unappreciated effort to oppose Steven Spielberg’s lucrative project to shape information about the Holocaust to his liking and that of his vast, entertainment-starved audience.
One thing, however, I’m quite sure of: Steven Spielberg will make a lot more money opposing my views than I ever will opposing his.
More Oscars, too. You watch.
David’s book, Republican Party Animal, came out May 13, to rave reviews, all from pseudonymous critics.
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|Title:||Spielberg and Me—In It Together|
|Sources:||Smith's Report, No. 206, June 2014, pp. 6f.|
|First posted on CODOH:||June 10, 2014, 7 p.m.|