because of America and the Allies, which are controlled by the Jews.
Frank now offers beer and brandy to his guest, free of charge. He continues to talk: “The German left is dumb, stupid. All they care for is porno and alcohol. They just want to consume alcohol. Very bad. And porno. Who provides the porno? Jews. The Jews, who consider themselves Children of God, used to sacrifice their own kids to their God. This is a known fact. Today, in keeping with their ancient custom, they take dolls and perform a sacrificial ritual. Yes. When George Bush was president, Jewish leaders performed such a ritual in the presence of President Bush and other world leaders. This ritual was filmed and is available on YouTube.”
Where on YouTube?
Frank opens his laptop to show me the YouTube clip. It takes some time. Much time. He can’t find the clip. Maybe a Jew from Berlin has blocked him. But don’t worry. Frank has the clip on a DVD. In his house. Maybe I will come again.
“Did you see the Jew Michael Friedman? Easy to tell he is a Jew because of his hairstyle. Jews have a different hairstyle. It’s a wavy hairstyle. That’s the way the Jews have it. And Michael Friedman, a Jew, smokes all kinds of forbidden leaves as well.”
I’m delighted it’s so easy to recognize a Jew.
No, Frank is not looking for trouble, he explains. All he wants is peace and love. Unification of Germany, Austria, Denmark, and other countries is needed because they are one country, one people. It’s important to unite and protect the white race. But not the Poles. And, by the way, for the sake of honest and true history, may it be known that “Germany never invaded Poland. It’s a lie.
Honor of family, love of brother and sister, that’s what’s important. And getting rid of the Jews, once and for all. Those schemers, creatures who invented a story about some holocaust so that they could squeeze out of Germany billions of euros plus four submarines. And then, when they wanted more money, they bombed the World Trade Center and made America fight for them.”
After the Jews, Frank’s biggest enemy is the police, the German police. And, like the anarchists, he would like to see them gone. And like those on the left, all he’s really wishing for is Peace and Love.
What is most striking about Frank is that he is really a very lovely and generous person. Before coming here, people warned me of the dangers awaiting me once I crossed the entrance door to Club 88. They see the new-Nazis on TV and think they’re beasts. Little do they know. Frank, like the other people in the club, is no mass murderer. Quite the opposite: He is kind and so very welcoming. He offers free drinks, maintains constant personal attention, and is always smiling.
He likes to sing sometimes. He sings for me a little song, a romantic tune. Let me share it with you: “We have crematoriums, and in each crematorium there’s a little Jew . . .” He smiles as he sings it. He has a good voice, by the way.
And I think: Probably that’s how my family was led to death. With a song and a smile.
It’s time to leave. Frank poses for a picture with me, the American computer analyst. We shake hands and we hug. “I love my people, I love my family, and I love my land,” he says to me before I leave his place. “All I want is to protect them.”
He’s a Believer, like any churchgoer you’ll meet on Sunday morning during prayer. Both want the best for their families, both are dedicated to their beliefs, and both, it strangely strikes me just now, believe in dead Jews.
We part ways, and I go back to Hamburg.
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Chapter 5
Mind: Meeting Germany’s Elite. Conversations with Chancellor Helmut Schmidt and with the Chief Editor of Germany’s Highbrow Newspaper
I walk around the streets of Hamburg and ask people if they are proud to be German. Obviously I have totally lost my mind. No way back. I am on the verge of becoming a Prophet, a Revolutionary, a Philosopher, or any