War Criminals

[Children will loose their innocence solely through indoctrination by their parents with racist propaganda.]  WAR CRIMINALS have an uncanny ability to blend in anywhere and everywhere, even into groups and organizations which give the impression to dedicate their activities to the celebration of unsung heroes of the great world wars – namely the Royal Canadian Legion. At this point it would be useful to define the nature of war criminals: In general they are groups or individuals who during war times enjoyed killing civilians. And, there are those who either themselves were active members of a criminal wartime organization such as the SS (exterminating civilians in well-organized camps) or are the descendents of those actively involved in extermination camps. What makes them blend in ? Various reasons: they accomplish the blending in by living side by side with the population in their newly adopted country (with the pretext of assimilation); or, they really believe in the mantra: “my father only followed orders”. Doesn’t that make you sick to listen to this ? While believing that their SS fathers only followed orders, at the same time they taught their own children (and are teaching their grand children) to become racists. I always say (and I was only a very small child when the war ended): ”there is no such thing as ‘following orders’”. This excuse is reserved for the worst kind of criminals.

I would say today there are large numbers of them in Canada, USA, Central and of course South America. The “turn coats” they are also referred to. Quickly, at the end of war they changed their shirts or coats. To blend into the masses.  These are the ones that were responsible that the rest of the population (women and children) had to suffer and were killed as “by product of war”. Yet, here they are, happily ever after, enjoying themselves – both victors and clandestine war criminals – at the annual Remembrance Day celebrations of the Legions. One is inclined to think they celebrate because they either enjoyed the war, enjoy the fact of safely blending in (Oh, nobody really knows what the old man did during the war), or they enjoyed the killing of unarmed civilians and miss it (being old and decrepit now), or they actually believe they did a good deed, poor thing. Rule Britannia !

MAY 8, 1945 VE DAY – WWII ENDED

Big celebrations – the day the war ended officially. And do I remember May 1945 when the armies marched in, I was 7 years old. The defeated Fascist factions in all European countries who stood beside each other helping to exterminate hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians, and the soldiers who killed millions of unarmed civilians. Big cause for celebrations, ring the bells, march, march, march and celebrate. And celebrate all the big heroes of war, including those who were guilty, changed their shirts and threw away their uniforms. They ran, like the rats leaving the sinking ship. You meet them again here in North America, in Central America and especially in South America. Still spreading their fascist propaganda, and instructing their children and their grand children in the heroic things their SS Officer fathers did over in Austria, or Germany, or Hungary, or elsewhere. Having lived abroad and in North America for the past 40 years, I do know these people are still everywhere. In fact they celebrate big time all sort of war remembrances in their Royal Legions. Ain’t that the truth !

Now, how is that for the other – still alive victims – you think they celebrate, for having lost their homelands ? Not so. I have no homeland, it got destroyed totally, and is now home to thousands of immigrants from all over the world. Carved up so to speak, by all sorts of incoming peoples. Including war criminals, who camouflage now as war veterans. Who on earth would like to live there ? Well, not me. On the other hand, the country I am now a citizen of, is neither my homeland. However, the moment North America will actively finally search and ‘destroy’ all those war criminals hiding out there, maybe then my new country can become my homeland.