My Trigger Finger still works
Jeffrey Goldberg (Journalist and ex-IDF Prison Guard)
When in my early teens, the Holocaust swept like an avalanche of pale ashes over Germany and other Christian strongholds, to the effect that dunces and denigrators alike declared themselves fairly mortified by a phantasmagoria so typically Teutonic in its perfection. During those years, much underpinned by kitsch-mongering Hollywood schmucks, the term Righteous Gentile made its debut, and for many years I wished fervently to be one of those. The aspiration lessened somewhat after the Sabra and Shatila massacres, and a few years later flopped altogether when I peeked, albeit with much hesitation and a few shameful side-glances, into a weighty and widely loathed pamphlet called The Culture of Critique. It set off another avalanche, though rather private this time, which has yet to die down. As my whole weltbild turned a somersault, I began to wonder if there might be perhaps a Righteous Jew about, one who could give me and my fellow compatriots the benefit of the doubt as to the greatest crime ever committed on earth. But looking near and far, I didn’t scrape up a single one. All I found were a few outcasts who dared to mention some smutty spots on their tribe’s snowy vest, yet turned decidedly mum when it came to fleecing Judaism’s holiest cow.
Now this has changed. The Atlantic, much renowned in the times of Longfellow and Emerson, but now fallen for an undisclosed sum into Zionist hands and thus an insult to every honest sailor who dearly loves this magnificent expanse of green and aquamarine waves, has of late singled out a vertical man for a spot of browbeating. His offence, believe it or not, is the incredible chutzpah to ask for some objectivity and common sense in the appraisal of recent historical events.
He is Gilad Atzmon, and his new book The Wandering Who stands a good chance to become a veritable firecracker under the elephantine hams of Abe Foxman and his assorted AIPAC thugs. Here I take the liberty to point out, as an appetizer so to say, a few hilarious if not hideous locutions in the aforementioned browbeating which is peddled to the astounded public as a critical assessment of the said book.
As author of the blather signs one Jeffrey Goldberg, ex-IDF prison guard and self-made journalist. It is him, you have guessed rightly, who graces the photo above. Seen at close quarters, he looks remarkably like a bovine reincarnation with rimless glasses, particularly when smirking. His style of writing, a compilation of platitudinous snorts, mendacious grunts and defamatory farts, reflects his former job where he probably told all those incarcerated Pallies that they had, by divine decree and the power of his trigger finger, no right at all to freedom or their ancestral lands.
His piece is titled John Mearsheimer Endorses a Hitler Apologist and Holocaust Revisionist, and this is how it sets out.
Gilad Atzmon is a jazz saxophonist who lives in London and who has a side gig disseminating the wildest sort of anti-Semitic conspiracy theories. He is an ex-Israeli and a self-proclaimed “self-hater” who traffics in Holocaust denial and all sorts of grotesque, medieval anti-Jewish calumnies. Here is a small sample of his lunatic thoughts (bold text is mine [i.e., Goldberg’s]).
What makes you frown for a second is the last bit. But reading on, you realize quickly that the author emphasises those lines he deems to be particularly grotesque and mediaevally anti-Jewish. As in the book’s following excerpt.
I think that 65 years after the liberation of Auschwitz, we must be entitled to start to ask the necessary questions. We should ask for some conclusive historical evidence and arguments rather than follow a religious narrative that is sustained by political pressure and laws. We should strip the holocaust of its Judeo-centric exceptional status and treat it as an historical chapter that belongs to a certain time and place.
Ah yes… to ask for some conclusive historical evidence! And isn’t that a demand every honest and objective person the world over would underwrite without a second thought? That the freedom to do so constitutes a corner stone of every democracy true to its vows? So who on earth is the fellow who tries to tell us by emboldening this fundamental truth that it is in fact a hideous transgression? That we must believe unconditionally what we are told and only then can avoid the stain of being labelled anti-Semites or neo-Nazis?
Does this man really believe what he writes?!
There is no need to detail the gigantic bubble that must sooner or later burst with a lot of noise. It suffices to cite a few expositions of the most eminent Holocaust authorities on hand. Take that Dutch cheese head Prof. van der Pelt, a grovelling and bootlicking specialist on Auschwitz who shot himself famously into his own cheese foot by telling the Toronto Star that only one percent of the entire yarn is provable with physical evidence. Or the leading Jewish historian Raul Hilberg who announced solemnly that there wasn’t a blueprint, there wasn’t an agency, there wasn’t a budget, there wasn’t even a single written document, but merely the mind-reading of a far-flung bureaucracy who managed the whole thing kind of telepathically by looking down its nose.
Do they really believe we can swallow these statements without developing a serious hiccup?
But back to one more of Goldberg’s palpitations where he gets mightily displeased about another slur the ex-Israeli and “self-hater” shakes out of his sleeve, to the effect that Atzmon believes the Jews persecuted Hitler.
Come now! you may say. And isn’t that really a cake too big to swallow?
Well, just wait a minute… Here’s what Atzmon wrote:
Not many people are aware that in March 1933, long before Hitler became the undisputed leader of Germany and began restricting the rights of German Jews, the American Jewish Congress announced a massive protest at Madison Square Gardens and called for an American boycott of German goods…
Jewish texts tend to glaze over the fact that Hitler’s March 28 1933, ordering a boycott against Jewish stores and goods, was an escalation in direct response to the declaration of war on Germany by the worldwide Jewish leadership.
There are indeed not many people who have seen the above declaration, but their number is growing steadily. Because as the stranglehold of indoctrination is finally loosing its grip, the historical back-up for facts like this are easily available and authentic beyond doubt.
Whereas Mr. Goldberg continues in his usual vein:
Atzmon is quite obviously a twisted and toxic hater. His antisemitism is so blatant that activists of the so-called BDS movement (boycott, divestment and sanctions), which seeks the elimination of Israel, refuse to have anything to do with him.
An agenda, by the way, that should be the non-plus-ultra in Jew bashing and hardly improvable, were it not that the BDS are a bunch of flea-bitten Marxist lepers and about as enlightened as Mr. Goldberg himself. Who finally arrives at the hub of his sorry concoction by stating an unexpected surprise.
Atzmon still has at least one friend among anti-Israel activists: The R. Wendell Harrison Distinguished Service Professor of Political Science at the University of Chicago, and co-author of “The Israel Lobby,” John J. Mearsheimer.
Who thus has outed himself as a contemptible pariah far worse than the BDS bums. And this because he thinks that
Gilad Atzmon has written a fascinating and provocative book on Jewish identity in the modern world. “The Wandering Who?” should be widely read by Jews and non-Jews alike.
Well, we’ll see… But let us meanwhile conclude this little exercise with Goldberg’s last broadside.
Now, Mearsheimer is endorsing the writing of a man who espouses neo-Nazi views. In other words, he’s not even bothering to make believe anymore — he’s moved from a self-described critic of Israel to a corrosive critic of Jewry itself.
Which makes me wonder once again if Mr. Goldberg and his like really believe what they write. If the extent of their self-delusion is so vast that they have long since removed themselves from the objective reality and entered a kind of Disney Horror Land filled to the rim with strange mirages where they follow a sumptuous and highly exclusive protocol while screwing the goyim out of trillions to pay for it. Or if they have always known exactly what’s up and privately laughed tears at our incredible naivety.
Whatever the answer, in both cases they’ll probably get swept off their gilded armchairs rather rudely once the bubble bursts.