May 3, 1996
". . . One fine day, while visiting on my brother-in-law's dairy farm, we had to give medicine to a huge and sick bull.
We drove into the farmyard and there was the bull tethered by be a ring in his nose attached by a thin cord to an old implement barely weighing 30 pounds. I looked this over and asked: "Is this safe? That's only a little string for a huge animal?"
My brother-in-law laughed and replied: "You know it. I know it. But the bull doesn't."
Whereupon he grabbed the bull's head, pulled its jaw open and shoved his arm with a milk bottle full of medicine down the bull's throat.
And in a day or so the bull was cured. . . "
Well, lucky bull - at least the treatment that he got was medicine.
The "treatment" that we get is poison, and it comes in
a sickening brew.
Here is an article entitled "Holocaust Horrors" by Mark
Mendlola of the "Journal" (my fax cut off the reference to which
Journal. . . ), quoting one Dr. Carl Levenson, professor of English and
Philosophy, in a recent address at Idaho State University commemorating
Holocaust Remembrance Day:
". . . The Nazis would shave tons of hair off the corpses of thousands of victims in the camps. The victims' skins would be used as lamp shades. Trucks dumped bodies of babies and small children in the trenches.
Invention of the gas chambers made the carnage more impersonal and efficient, Levinson pointed out. What Nazis told the Jews, who thought they were going to showers as they were marched into gas chambers, was typical of the lies that made the Holocaust possible," he said. . . "
You know what, Professor of English and Philosophy? This is 1996. There
now exists a body of hard knowledge refuting nonsense such as the above
that's called Revisionism that will stand up to any scrutiny in any court
of law. What you just had the sickening temerity to pass for "truth"
is ooze and muck, regurgitated and recycled.
You know it. I know it. But the bull doesn't know it. Not yet.
Ingrid
Thought for the Day:
"For every credibility gap, there is a gullibility fill."
(Richard Clopton)