Jeff C
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Or maybe something lying around from the Cold War era that needs quality control testing? I found the perfect place to test...
Does the US Gov't have any spare nukes?
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Nelson Atwell
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So we would make our point that the Holocaust exists by creating one of our own? :unsure:
I agree that the intent of the conference is despicable, but since the credibility of the people attending is already known, their findings will fall on deaf ears. Why give them any additional credibility by paying them any attention.?
I agree that the intent of the conference is despicable, but since the credibility of the people attending is already known, their findings will fall on deaf ears. Why give them any additional credibility by paying them any attention.?
The president of Iran is dangerous, even more so than Hitler.
Bill Ellis
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The Iranian President has little real power to do much of anything other than publicly represent his country. This guy is doing a very bad job of that and his bosses, the Imams, and the public at large, are getting fed up with him too.
Jeff C
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No, Nelson. I was thinking of creating a Memorial Parking Lot.
A K
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Zzzzzing!
Brian Curry
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Yeah here's one[Broken External Image]:
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TomT
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David Duke. What a f*cking joke he is. It's fitting that he would be linked with Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
Don't underestimate Ahmadinejad. When your a fanatical leader of a bunch of fanatics, anythings possible. Hitler was dismissed early on also. Can you imagine if Hitler had nukes? Like him or not at least Bush has the balls and sense to know how dangerous it would be for Iran to get hold of nukes. I doubt if Kerry would have.
Don't underestimate Ahmadinejad. When your a fanatical leader of a bunch of fanatics, anythings possible. Hitler was dismissed early on also. Can you imagine if Hitler had nukes? Like him or not at least Bush has the balls and sense to know how dangerous it would be for Iran to get hold of nukes. I doubt if Kerry would have.
Tommy VanNess
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Awesome pic Brian!!!!!:lol::lol::lol:
Rich Stern
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When I was young, maybe seven or eight, I would often visit my grandparents in Brooklyn during my school vacations. They would take me to Brighton beach, Coney Island, the local park, or sometimes, to Radio City Music Hall when a new Disney cartoon was opening.
Fond, childhood memories. But there were other things about those visits I remember all too well.
The memories are nearly thirty five years old, but I recall it as if it were yesterday: How easily my grandmother could be brought to tears at the sight of a swastika, or an image of Adolf Hitler, or anything having to do with Nazi Germany. If a show like "The World at War" came on TV, the reaction to the imagery was instantaneous. She would cry uncontrollably.
She was born in a village outside of Krakow, Poland, where she met and married my grandfather, and where my father and my uncle were born, and where everyone she knew for the first twenty five years of her life was from. Parents, five brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, childhood friends. In those days, in that place, people didn't leave the village they were born in. Everyone she knew, her entire world, existed there.
All of them were killed by the Nazis except for six: My grandparents. My father. My uncle. One of my grandmother's sisters and her husband.
My grandfather and my great aunt's husband made the difficult decision to move their families before the Nazi's arrived; they were on the run for six years. They didn’t know it at the time, but they would never see anyone from their village again. My grandmother would sob (a gut-wrenching thing for a young grandson to hear), as she would retell of begging her mother and father to be allowed to take her youngest brother, just a boy, when they left. Her parents wouldn't allow it. He perished with them. For three years after the war, they tried to locate family and friends. They didn’t want to believe everyone was dead. It was a reality they eventually had to accept.
Imagine if every person you knew up until age 25, every family member, every person you ever called a friend, your neighbors, your school teachers, your pastor, the guy that delivered the mail, the person who worked at the corner store, everyone you ever met, was murdered.
And then, sixty years later, a bunch of idiots say it never happened, or that it was exaggerated to justify creating Israel.
Folks, it happened. I've seen the family photo albums. I've listened to the first hand accounts, in person. I don't think my grandmother was faking the sobbing to perpetuate a folk tale. I don't think the stories my grandfather told me about hiding in the woods, in the winter, not eating for days or weeks, were bedtime fairy tales, told as entertainment.
Frankly, I don't know how they survived the mental anguish. If I survived something like that, I don't know if I'd have the ability to continue on, having been a witness to that much evil.
Thankfully, they aren’t alive to hear a group of people, claiming to be scholars, trying to cast doubt on what they experienced. On the other hand, having suffered that kind of loss, I’m not sure anything would have surprised them.
Fond, childhood memories. But there were other things about those visits I remember all too well.
The memories are nearly thirty five years old, but I recall it as if it were yesterday: How easily my grandmother could be brought to tears at the sight of a swastika, or an image of Adolf Hitler, or anything having to do with Nazi Germany. If a show like "The World at War" came on TV, the reaction to the imagery was instantaneous. She would cry uncontrollably.
She was born in a village outside of Krakow, Poland, where she met and married my grandfather, and where my father and my uncle were born, and where everyone she knew for the first twenty five years of her life was from. Parents, five brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, childhood friends. In those days, in that place, people didn't leave the village they were born in. Everyone she knew, her entire world, existed there.
All of them were killed by the Nazis except for six: My grandparents. My father. My uncle. One of my grandmother's sisters and her husband.
My grandfather and my great aunt's husband made the difficult decision to move their families before the Nazi's arrived; they were on the run for six years. They didn’t know it at the time, but they would never see anyone from their village again. My grandmother would sob (a gut-wrenching thing for a young grandson to hear), as she would retell of begging her mother and father to be allowed to take her youngest brother, just a boy, when they left. Her parents wouldn't allow it. He perished with them. For three years after the war, they tried to locate family and friends. They didn’t want to believe everyone was dead. It was a reality they eventually had to accept.
Imagine if every person you knew up until age 25, every family member, every person you ever called a friend, your neighbors, your school teachers, your pastor, the guy that delivered the mail, the person who worked at the corner store, everyone you ever met, was murdered.
And then, sixty years later, a bunch of idiots say it never happened, or that it was exaggerated to justify creating Israel.
Folks, it happened. I've seen the family photo albums. I've listened to the first hand accounts, in person. I don't think my grandmother was faking the sobbing to perpetuate a folk tale. I don't think the stories my grandfather told me about hiding in the woods, in the winter, not eating for days or weeks, were bedtime fairy tales, told as entertainment.
Frankly, I don't know how they survived the mental anguish. If I survived something like that, I don't know if I'd have the ability to continue on, having been a witness to that much evil.
Thankfully, they aren’t alive to hear a group of people, claiming to be scholars, trying to cast doubt on what they experienced. On the other hand, having suffered that kind of loss, I’m not sure anything would have surprised them.
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Paul Maurer 2
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Thanks Rich- the world needs reminding so we can commit to NEVER AGAIN. Unfortunately for my wife's family, the lesson was not learned for Cambodia. My wife' s family was murdered by the Khmer Rouge. Her father was a colonel in the Cambodian army- he was taken in the night, tortured and murdered. My wife watced her two sisters die of malnutrition and hookworm infestation, and her cousin die a slow painful death of Tetanus from cutting his foot on a nail while doing slave labor. She watched as uneducated children of 10 or 11 were trained to kill those guilty of being "city people" by placing plastic bags over their heads and watching them suffocate. She remembers cruel punishment for swiping a scrap of food in the work "farms" and burning bags of US currency. The real crime is that most of those who perpetrated these crimes have lived to be old, rich men- only Pol Pot was quickly and quietly killed when it was feared he would talk and reveal all those who still held positions of power. She was fortunate to live, and we are fortunate to live in a country where we believe this could never happen, and we can earn enough to send money to help her remaining family in Cambodia, which remains desperately poor and corrupt.
