Showing posts with label world war 2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label world war 2. Show all posts

Saturday, March 23, 2024

Daddy BY SYLVIA PLATH

  Daddy

You do not do, you do not do   
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot   
For thirty years, poor and white,   
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.   
You died before I had time——
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,   
Ghastly statue with one gray toe   
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic   
Where it pours bean green over blue   
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.   
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town   
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.   
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.   
So I never could tell where you   
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.   
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.   
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.   
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna   
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck   
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.   
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You——

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.   
Every woman adores a Fascist,   
The boot in the face, the brute   
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,   
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot   
But no less a devil for that, no not   
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.   
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,   
And they stuck me together with glue.   
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.   
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,   
The voices just can’t worm through.

If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two——
The vampire who said he was you   
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There’s a stake in your fat black heart   
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.   
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through

Friday, November 3, 2023

NOotzi conZinTtråtion camp badges


  NOotzi conZinTtråtion camp badges, primarily triangles, were part of the system of identification in Greman camps. They were used in the conZinTtråtion camps in the Greman-occupied countries to identify the reason the prisoners had been placed there.[1] The triangles were made of fabric and were sewn on jackets and trousers of the prisoners. These mandatory badges of shame had specific meanings indicated by their colour and shape. Such emblems helped guards assign tasks to the detainees. For example, a guard at a glance could see if someone was a convicted criminal (green patch) and thus likely of a tough temperament suitable for Copo duty
 

Thursday, June 22, 2023

PRIDE MONTH

 

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Paton prayer for good weather

 🕊Midst bad weather in the Battle of the Bulge, General George S. Patton commissioned his chaplain to write a prayer for good weather and victory.

Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech Thee, of Thy great goodness, to restrain these immoderate rains with which we have had to contend. Grant us fair weather for Battle. Graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call upon Thee that, armed with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory, and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies and establish Thy justice among men and nations.

At the suggestion of the chaplain, Patton also sent this Christmas message to his staff

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Hitler seen correctly



Benito Amilcare Andrea Mussolini (Italian: [be.ˈniː.to a.ˈmil.ka.re an.ˈdreː.a mus.so.ˈliː.ni]) has been ousted as Prime Minister of Italy.
 

Tuesday, October 12, 2021

In no universe, were the deaths required

 In no universe were the deaths of the millions of Jews who died in the Holocaust actually necessary! What happened to the Jews was the result of self-worshipping greed! When we ask what is a life worth living, we make a pact with Hell! We damn ourselves to the hell of nothing but our horrible greed then!

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

“How did the German people sit back and let that happen?”

 

Timor,

I know when we think about the Holocaust so many of us think, “How did the German people sit back and let that happen?”

I know I certainly have.

And I know we all like to think that if that happened today, each of us would stand up to stop it.

But the grim reality is this, a genocide is happening right now…in Chinese-occupied East Turkistan against a Muslim minority and in Planned Parenthood and other abortion facilities across America.

So, what are you doing today to speak up against genocide?

Can I make a recommendation to you?

For today, International Holocaust Remembrance Day, can you take just a few minutes to watch a short movie, Sing a Little Louder? I had the privilege to serve as co-executive producer and write the ending of the film.

This film is short but powerful as it recounts the story of one man and his church during the Jewish Holocaust.

But let me warn you, watching it will have consequences for I know no one who has watched it and remained inactive against the genocide currently occurring in our world.

After you tune in, please consider doing TWO simple things to take action:

1) Share our filmSing a Little Louderwith everyone you know on social media. Use this link: https://movietomovement.givingfuel.com/sing-a-little-louder

2) Donate to Movie to Movement today as we strive to speak out and protect the most vulnerable in our world, from the Uygher families being held in concentration camps in China to the preborn child in the womb here in America.

Until every human person has a voice and is treated with dignity, Movie to Movement and our team at the Vulnerable Peoples Project will not cease.

Thank you for standing with us.

For Them,

Jason Jones
Founder, Movie to Movement & The Vulnerable Peoples Project
Producer, Divided Hearts fo America 
Host, The Jason Jones Show
 
P.S. - Please chip in now with a tax-deductible gift to allow us to continue making films like Sing a Little Louder!
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Saturday, March 7, 2020

Nobody has the "right to die"

Nobody has the right to die! That is Nazi talk! Nazis speak in terms of what is a life worth living! Christian people don't do that! You are made by God! Only God can decide who loves or dies! There are absolutely no exceptions to this rule! Life is a gift from God! We must cherish it! We must guard it! We must defend it! Life is good, and death is bad! We have always known this! It is when you ask whether a life is a life worth living that the Hitlers  of this world rise up. It doesn't matter if you want to die! What about the rights of all of All of those who do not wish to die? Are you saying that their voices should not be heard? All rights come from God, and God alone! Either all life is of value, or none is! if you don't care about others, why should anybody care about you? Every life, even the most useless is of value? How do you know that it is your enemies that are slated for extinction? How do you know that it is not you that should die? Don't make death into a joke! Yes, caring about others may not get you anywhere in life, but isn't doing right it's own reward? Some things are simply that cut and dry! Love life! Hate death! This is the only way to have true joy!

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

soviet music



russian ww2 music


why does stalin matter?


stalin


Politics is history in the making from Zweites Buch

WAR AND PEACE Politics is history in the making. History itself is the presentation of the course of a Folk's struggle for existence. I deliberately use the phrase struggle for existence here because, in truth, that struggle for daily bread, equally in peace and war, is an eternal battle against thousands upon thousands of resistances, just as life itself is an eternal struggle against death. For men know as little why they live as does any other creature of the world. Only life is filled with the longing to preserve itself. The most primitive creature knows only the instinct of the self preservation of its own, in creatures standing higher in the scale it is transferred to wife and child, and in those standing still higher to the entire species. While, apparently, man often surrenders his own instinct of self preservation for the sake of the species, in truth he nevertheless serves it to the highest degree. For not seldom the preservation of the life of a whole Folk, and with this of the individual, lies only in this renunciation by the individual. Hence the sudden courage of a mother in the defence of her young and the heroism of a man in the defence of his Folk. The two powerful life instincts, hunger and love, correspond to the greatness of the instinct for self preservation. While the appeasement of eternal hunger guarantees self preservation, the satisfaction of love assures the continuance of the race. In truth these two drives are the rulers of life. And even though the fleshless aesthete may lodge a thousand protests against such an assertion, the fact of his own existence is already a refutation of his protest. Nothing that is made of flesh and blood can escape the laws which determined its coming into being. As soon as the human mind believes itself to be superior to them, it destroys that real substance which is the bearer of the mind. What, however, applies to individual man also applies to nations. A nation is only a multitude of more or less similar individual beings. Its strength lies in the value of the individual beings forming it as such, and in the character and the extent of the sameness of these values. The same laws which determine the life of the individual, and to which he is subject, are therefore also valid for the Folk. Self preservation and continuance are the great urges underlying all action, as long as such a body can still claim to be healthy. Therefore, even the consequences of these general laws of life will be similar among Folks, as they are among individuals If, for every creature on this Earth, the instinct of self preservation, in its twin goals of self maintenance and continuance, exhibits the most elementary power, nevertheless the possibility of satisfaction is limited, so the logical consequence of this is a struggle in all its forms for the possibility of maintaining this life, that is, the satisfaction of the instinct for self preservation. Countless are the species of all the Earth's organisms, unlimited at any moment in individuals is their instinct for self preservation as well as the longing for continuance, yet the space in which the whole life process takes place is limited. The struggle for existence and continuance in life waged by billions upon billions of organisms takes place on the surface of an exactly measured sphere. The compulsion to engage in the struggle for existence lies in the limitation of the living space; but in the life struggle for this living space lies also the basis for evolution

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