Liverpool Tales from the Mersey Mouth - A book by John Williams

• Liverpool's alien nation A short history of discrimination
• Guernica Liverpool Manhattan Time for me to get off the fence
• There ain't half been some clever bastards The mendacious cretins who instigated the Shoah
• The scent of a conman Raising a stink in Liverpool
• Show 'em the door The Phillistines are back in Liverpool
• The fourth Grace A new addition to the Liverpool family
• Those base football players How football taught us to clock in on time
• Liverpool Maze Rainy days and Mondays
• Staying alive Travelling light
• A fundamental error Not all Muslims are terrorists
• Upstarts The smaller they are the harder we fall
• Flake An open letter to Fred 'Fruit-cake' Leuchter
• Black is not the only shade Musings on the language of racialism
• Liverpool's Big Macs what Scousers might have been called
• The world's oldest crime A male point of view of women's violation
• Be a sport Fashion for laid back athletes
• Nobody is indispensible The diminished role of men
• Trees When blossom appears to wither on the branch
• What's cooking? The debt that civilisation owes women
• Know thy self Clipping time's wings
• Once there was a way Aberfan and corporate terrorism
• Me granddad's on a preservation order Liverpool world heritage site
• You say potato I say spud
• Doctor Yes Good doctors are the norm
• Top of the world Ma A man of peace
• Like a bird on a wire I have tried in my way to be free
• The writing's on the wall Little known Liverpool sayings
• Fortress Anfield or Maginot Line? Au Revoir Gerard Houllier
• The leaving of Liverpool Adieu Steven Gerrard?
• Working on the chain gang The age of innocence
• In my life Turn and face the strangers
• Suicide is painless it brings on many changes
• Breaking down the walls of heartache The cementing of hatred
• Danse macabre

When I was a kid I used to hear grown-ups say things like,

"Yes, Hitler was evil, but he was clever."

I couldn't understand how a clever man could end up committing suicide in a bunker after killing his own wife and the family dog. To me, a clever man must surely have been someone who lived a long and happy life. As I grew older and realised the extent of both his crimes and failures I became more and more convinced that he was a facile charlatan, who, aided by plutocrats like Krupp and Von Thyssen, gained power and surrounded himself with people who, in modern parlance, were quite simply flakes.

I mean, if Hitler was so clever why did he choose to exterminate hundreds of thousands of the most creative and intellectual people in Germany? Among those Jews that he consigned to hideous deaths were tens of thousands of doctors, dentists and nurses, men and women who could have drastically reduced the fatality rate of soldiers on the eastern front, thus maintaining a fighting force. Again, German Jewry possessed scientists of international renown, Einstein, for instance, who might have produced weaponry that could have guaranteed Hitler's dream of a thousand year Reich.

I have heard arguments to the effect that Hitler's 'genius' lay in the sphere of military strategy. How can this be? Apart from sending his armies into arctic Russia wearing gear more suitable for a Club Mediterranean holiday and denying Admiral Doenitz the submarines that could have starved Britain into submission, what did the Master of the master race think was happening to his railway system, when at any given time a third of his rolling stock was engaged in transporting Jews to the death camps?

Here is a simple proposition, either he knew that his armies were being denied supplies because of his own sick obsession with the final solution, in which case he was a useless commander in chief, or he was unaware of the railway situation, which would render him a useless head of state. Whichever way you cut it, Hitler was a dummy of the highest order of cretins, with oak leaves!

Possibly the greatest and most chilling irony of all time is that according to Sir Allan Bullock, A study in tyranny, Hitler was a down and out in Vienna and he stayed at a hostel where the warden, a Jew, apparently out of compassion, regularly deloused the future Fuehrer. The same ingrate would later ensure that millions of decent human beings were 'deloused' in the gas chambers. In Hitler's sick and unscientific mind even his own infestation was somebody else's fault.

Those who deny Hitler had first hand knowledge of the Shoah are not only deluded but are the corrupt spores that infect the rest of humanity with the decay of deceit. I have a simple answer for David Irving and his ilk who demand proof that Hitler signed the order for the Shoah and it is this.

When all the male citizens over the age of 16 in the Catholic mining town of Lidice in were executed en masse by the Nazis in 1942 the whole world was informed of the atrocity via radio. Hitler was not a signatory to the order which led to the massacre. That murderous command was given by K.H.Frank. Thus, it is pointless to look for Hitler's signature on any documents pertaining to the final solution, because since he didn't have the courage to sign for the massacre of a hundreds of civilians it is certain he would not have had the fortitude to sign the death warrants of the millions who died in the Shoah.

Incidentally, the nazis flattened the village immediately following the massacre and then planted grain, as well as diverting the course of the local river before erasing Lidice from the German maps of Europe. Anybody looking for documentary evidence of the Shoah had better bear this blatant contamination of evidence in mind. The razing of Lidice is a metaphor for the Nazi's deep seated need for denial.

What about his Nazi henchmen? Could any of them escape the accusation of being a motley of flakes, imbeciles and obscurantist dupes? I don't think so. Goebells was supposed to be clever, he ended up in the same bunker as Hitler, surrounded by the bodies of his wife and six children, all of them poisoned by Magda, the good Doktor's wife, who was then herself despatched with a bullet. The poor kinder and their mother fared no better than all of the other slaughtered families throughout Europe.

Heinrich Himmler was a self confessed failure, who in the 1920's couldn't even make a go of chicken farming, (he lasted barely a year as a poultry breeder), but, thanks to the help of the German industrial plutocracy and the cowardice of France and Britain who, in 1934, allowed Hitler's fledgling army to march unopposed into the Rhineland, obtained the power of life and death over millions. When the order for the final solution was issued in 1941 Heinrich didn't have a clue as to how he was expected to physically annihilate millions of people.

After observing the Waffen S.S's attempt to dynamite Jewish corpses Himmler decided that another more efficient method had to be found if he was to fulfill his master's dream of the total extermination of Jewry. Did he scan his powerful mind to come up with the answer? You have to be joking! That clown simply dredged up what meagre knowledge he had of poultry farming, and remembered that helpless creatures can be packed in row upon row of bare wooden huts, be fed on scraps and still lay eggs, then when they have been worked to death their feathers can used to make mattresses and their carcasses roasted in ovens to provide rendered oil.

The revisionists and their friends, the chattering headlice, say that the Shoah is a myth designed to force the world community into granting the Jews the state of Israel.

Now, given that the Nazis also put to death an estimated five million Gypsies, Slavs, homosexuals, and the physically and mentally retarded, all of whom were considered inferior to the 'pure' Aryan race, what was it these peoples were trying to obtain by propagating the 'myth'? Perhaps the surviving Gypsies wanted to force the world into giving them the universal concession for the sale of lucky white heather...Get real!

In the words of the song,

"There ain't half been some clever bastards."

None, however, made it to the highest ranks of the Nazi Party.

John Williams

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