"La Holocaust industry " Norman G. Finkelstein
For Ramón Casanova Pedregal
face of ongoing sales campaigns that exploit the Holocaust books so shameless and pitiful, with in order to spread a sense of persecution solely on the Jews, - lately there any that do nothing to announce in the media of wide circulation, one thing is, making the announcement with adjectives like "exciting" and "exciting", adding word "holocaust" hook for innocent readers. Against such readings unsuspecting operators of consciousness, you can read a book whose explanation is clear, intelligent, and credible because it provides data which display the source from which have been extracted, the documentation is accurate, this one might add the author has direct knowledge of the events due to family and social reality in which he lived. "The Holocaust industry" is a full-scale denunciation of the powerful mafia character who is in charge of the state of Israel, and is a powerful denunciation of the mob that promotes Jewish-Zionist propaganda, pressure systems it employs, campaigns undertaken the mafia, and what has and how organizations are launched and developed. Finkelstein comes to see how the fund money, public figures, companies, the means of influence - advertising, banking pressures, international operations, government, military, ... - that leave no doubt of its essentially exploitative class, racist and imperialist.
Finkelstein warns grotesque Jew-Zionist discourse, watch, having stolen the land from the Palestinians, keeping the Palestinian people besieged in a prison of 1,500,000 people in Gaza, and cutting through walls, controls the West Bank, leaving the Palestinian population without work, no water, no electricity, making it extremely difficult life, having caused the Palestinian Diaspora keeping to 4,000,000 Palestinians outside their homeland, ignoring all the mandates UN and international human rights organizations, and having a nuclear arsenal that makes Israel one of the great military powers of the world, being a racist, expansionist, theocratic absolutism, having neither Charter to not to delineate its borders that is modified as appropriate in the territories of others, and is in its project include new areas of neighboring countries and of course drive the Palestinians. Curiously enough, says Finkelstein, is presented to the world as a "victim" of barbarism, and "only victim" is curious, of course, the most powerful ethnic group in the U.S., the Jewish-Zionist, has acquired the status of "victim." The Jewish-Zionist holocaust do business.
A look at the present time, we are not as pillars of salt and read the New York Times, the largest newspaper in the world with great influence of Jewish money-Zionist, is the most publicized does today, the beginning of the XXI century, of ... what do you think?: the Holocaust, but attend to this fact: before the 2 nd World War, the New York Times gave a great value to Hitler, read what the Jewish-Zionist said in his paper of such a murderer: "This extraordinary man ... (and) ... have unified the Germans had destroyed communism, have trained youth have created a Spartan State animated by patriotism, have curbed the parliamentary government, little suited to the German character and have protected the right to private property. " The New York Times Book Review, October 15, 1933. Good Friends-Zionist Jews and Hitler, how who believes, if not, they learned what they do to the Palestinians?.
Al data in search of maximum profit, the American-Zionist Jews, engaged in trade sold weapons to the German Nazi government, the same way after the second war was launched with the rearmament of the country was then dropped the Nazis, with their anti-squaring, its purpose was to address the advancement of the Soviet Union. As anti have formed a hard core of the largest stockists usurpers of the world, so why in the U.S. were used, from the media and the government, everything that could be hard on the anti-Communist crusade, promoting right-wing organizations, providing lists of suspects to court McCarthyism, and collecting in the United States to members of the Nazi SS.
Look for other victims of holocausts in the U.S. only: ethnic cleansing, Indians, victims of slavery, African, slave labor in factories, women workers that the capitalist factory burned to avoid giving their claims (you know why they instituted on 1 May?), famine and persecution of workers before collapse of capitalism, 1929, we can speak of machismo, the persecution of homosexuals, and many more ... Today we know that poor people in the U.S. the figure reached 45 million (how many more will fall to the well driven by the decay of the empire responsible capitalism "made a stop in enrichment to lift the poorest of ruin? It seems that nobody remembers to take a break for the victims of exploitation), however, are the Zionist Jews, posing as" victims "through the propaganda that spread from all media, which have done business with the Holocaust. Who going to say, Jewish capitalists do business even with the misery of others.
To see the class character of these birds, says Finkelstein, author of "The Holocaust Industry, which developed when the struggle for" Civil Rights (U.S.) requirements were changing legal and political equality to economic equality requirements ... when concerns were expressed in terms of class rather than race, the Jews fled to suburbia as hastily as white Christians in order to avoid what they perceived as deterioration of their schools and neighborhoods. " The highlight was the confrontation of a trade association Jewish majority against the black community activists trying to restore education in bankruptcy. Full force, once again, went to crush the weak and feed them to become stronger.
With his discovery of the Holocaust as business profits rose and rose, accounts fattened. Nothing moral or ethical, it's against the money. The Holocaust, scheduled plaintive and perpetrators, giving more money than any other investment, hence since refuse and prosecute anyone who says that other holocausts, eliminate competition for that are unique, do not allow any means treated as victims to victims of many other holocausts. Of all the people is known the present example, either blatant concealment, manipulation, and silence of the Zionist-Jews do with the Palestinian people. Most media follow the dictates of the agencies linked to multinationals, banks and arms companies with weight-Zionist Jew, in the operation of turning to reality: the people expelled from their land, victims of their murders against humanity, these victims were called terrorists, and they murderers, blasters of international law and human rights are poor people in the world.
Finkelstein in his book goes into the cave-Zionist Jewish businessman and makes light of the great homes, foundations and corporations who are dedicated to make money on account of the case and campaign financing in all areas pressing both locally and internationally. From smallest to largest, and is a world power, the world's fourth nuclear power, global power of injustice, and so get that in a recent survey worldwide, Israel appears as the country in the world condemned by the respondents. The business is going well, but world opinion is going wrong. Finkelstein tells us who they are.
I recommend you read the book by Finkelstein, a professor at DePaul University, a Jewish critic of Zionism and the Israeli occupation, which was recently expelled from his chair by the pressures exerted by Zionist Jewish organizations. In the month of May was arrested on his arrival at Ben-Gurion airport by Israeli security service, and after having it 24 hours in a cell, before the scandal was likely, was ejected in a plane through Ámsterdam.
FUNERAL POETRY
Unquestionably, in rented houses,
the banks of the bread and village status hat Sun,
against large and desperate employees and widows
terrible that emit yellow hair structure,
and die, perhaps, the roar from the mountain.
After spending power and pants, sweating
murderer terror and dignity which are going to shoot the terrified
soldiers
and looking, with teeth full of mystery,
how dear woman is already crumbling and cracked for years, and greatly
grandeur grandiose useless
sadand squeezes his flesh against the walls,
or be full of flames as at the time of the peach was a dove and
when we look at a dead man.
human hope is destroyed, the lily, and shield
corroding rust is between blue pots and dead serious
spectacle,
then spends carried in
wins and a urine to hit cemetery This grave condition lights, bunk
that seems to resonate
.
not drunk,
ah, no more drinking red wine jars principal of
substantial element of bees
eternal
cintunón not have had the general's tribe,
and roll bed that great world to world,
where they grew wild beasts, bees
funeral, torment Panthers guitar, flashing, and a
red sword with which to write the proletarian revolution,
and in those millions of sunsets,
in which we took the shoes, sobbing,
the moon had not come naked
blooming, eternally, comfort the dying.
A creature, how he was plucked and how it floods, the
concurrency, reflection
matter of grave,
fail because it is dark when the glands,
and in the depths of man's liver defoliate violets.
must possess the heroism of dying well, nailing
fingers his dagger eyes and accumulated in darkness, without abandoning
will rot.
Now, if we know how the soles crack solar
misery and once you hear the bullet to the grave,
and gold and made in the throat is going to tackle.
cot bronzeIf acquired, the bureaucrat will die happy as a worm,
with his tongue hanging out between the family, straightening his
gross awareness of bird and servant, as he
up the house and will be located where the things conclude.
all lights were extinguished, drips the wind and the sun takes the form
the funnel.
Back then we will understand that attacked and slaughtered humanity
to buy
laurels to her friend,
who built his tribe in the public square shouting as steel, which tore
women and nations and
rolled alllightning, society
and pastures of doom,
and we understand us, because everything has been useless and has lost:
a suit, heroic terrors, covering the world began, and the infinite
foodprovincial
die in mattress enormously great and sorrowful, bitter rempujando
carsthird rempujando efforts, rempujando
singing rempujando depths, rempujando pigeons, abandoned,
because he is dying and his heart, it dies, then,
and powerful who invade the sand, the ocean, his gray horse and
dark pearl, which is within the orange, but is designated
Lucho or Sunday or Pancho.
Those were hot and bright,
burial hair pulling, we will decompose and
making oil, making
noses ", worms, making history,
until we were naked, no meat, no guts, no bones,
us without us, just a hole
than we were when we were the same with this
language, when even
man was never what I wanted and I could never,
and drink, also, to spread life,
tired and dissatisfied, as the horses of the idealist.
There, a single grape will be equal to a snake and an idea, or a calf
paraffin, and the scorpion
about girls in purple,
or nest the spider religious cradle of bird naked
defoliating trees,
events will cover the role of the leaf, the syllabary yellow
so high, miserable soldier bottles,
the dire need to cling to their own sighs, scratching
mattress down
collapsing,
when the agony began their invasion of shipwreck tremendous flood, and lost
made furniture, everything starts to become a rotating,
screaming, rolling in turmoil,
to fall around the late in his skin.
Roses on black and black people wind
farewell fermenting bitterness, temporary casings to tears,
hairs growing in the dark her scream.
Not to mention the future of sobs,
when the future city with lime and cement us organize,
then loneliness colossal atom
against our form and scope: its scope, oh! shipwrecked heart, triggered
privacy,
not heard his cry, his tenacious cry, the cry of blood that perishes
recovering initial terror.
only, not being able ever to understand the inside, in bones, that substantial
not us, our actions, our shoes,
our loves, our senses, our expense, our ideas,
but the infinite universe and hailing society, energy
historical dialectic, expressed by the person and
transience of the individual, tied
on these murky and dusty,
that could be apple or larger powder, the bereaved
usual, the hero,
the left, the dark and in the bureaucracies copretérito accumulated
the eagerness to toil, so many hard things with pink chest,
in which we place our powerful love and his whip? Seaweed and his pants
aroma-casting, because the hug
naked, he became more beautiful,
laughing, like silver or white water, waving the black flag of
hair from the deserts,
above it, aquesta lot of terror in which we die.
That is the consciousness and being, mixing and burning trees
panoramas, to the song preterit, stirring
brain and memory verses? A big space?, And enter the dead
left
and song of the bird in the poplars of the cemetery,
fighting with us, wormy, like rotten sardines, or stuffed into a caricature
storesad
to death because they like the food, and smell
goodbye death and skin and all businesses,
fruit, silver, clothing, burial, and only
sickle and hammer us light matter, and large houses
iron fire.
few days ago, God-or what we call well, so carelessly, God sent me a gift ambiguous: a possibility of love. Or what we call, also with some carelessness and hurry love. And you know what I mean.
Before I could scare me, and after the shock, doubt whether or not to go, want to or not, I was already there. And being inside was good. Do not get me wrong-there was no privacy that probably imagine. In fact, there was almost nothing. Two or three lunches, a few silence. Fragments of what we call, with that same carelessness, "my life." Other fragments of this "other life." Suddenly cross there, pure mystery, white tablecloths and wine glasses or water, including bread crumbs and ashtrays filled to the waiters quickly emptied to make us feel clean. And we felt.
Behind what was happening, I rediscovered magic without any scare. And suddenly I felt protected, you know how: a lifetime, those unconnected bits, otherwise armed themselves with respect. Nothing bad would happen, I was sure, while the magnetic field was within that other person. The other person's eyes looking at me and recognized me as another person, and gently asking questions, investigating areas: ah, do not eat sugar, ah do not drink whiskey, oh you of the sign Libra. Tracing outlines the two. And traits diffuse vague promises.
butterfly The rain soaked, treading asphalt. The fierce rain. Under the flood coat smelled of rubber.
before his eyes an overhead power line sparks launched violet. Felt strangely moved. Tucked into the pocket of his jacket, to be published in the magazine group, his manuscript. Once again walking in the rain, turned to see once again the power cord.
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