Not only that. If it were only that, I could live with it.
It’s the mourning which cannot have an end, which I find hardest. There is simply no end to it…
Not the silly name-calling, which is, absurdly, even done by leftists in America (but when have leftists ever been logical…).
But there is a saying by German conservatives, which goes like this: « Anybody who, in this day and age, calls anybody a Nazi, whoever it may be, is ethically a rascal, historically a trivializer and intellectually a zero »
I would like to wish you a blessed Sabbath, Sir 😀🕎
A highly accurate saying.
We need one for these idiots in America who are always going on about slavery and the dispossession of the Indains (sorry, “native Americans”). The Afrikanders did the same with Kitchener’s concentration camps.
Victimization and guilt addicts, all.
My maternal grandmother left Poland in 1927, so she missed the Holocaust, thank G-d. My paternal grandfather left Odessa around 1914 to avoid getting drafted in the Czar’s army. In Yiddish, there is a joke that I’ll say in Roman letters: He said, “Genug tzurus in velt (”tzurus” means trouble, plenty of which the Tsar dealt out, especially to Jews),” so he boarded a ship to America and became a somewhat wealthy man.