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The Relentless

The Relentless I know, do not remind me, but today I saw my father On TV, he is 110 and can dance salsa, so if I´m like him I have years of gymnastic prowess I rang the TV channel asked for my dad´s address, they didn’t tell me against policy....ok. I´m tenacious like the Wiesenthal centre pursuing war criminals to their grave and spitting on it, because their ideology to the pursue of old crimes have no limitation nor forgiveness, but my father wasn´t there, his voice was ensnaring women A, this centre of vengeance has a duty to follow the old Nazis to the point of ridiculousness, the lowliest guard at a concentration camp will do an old face in the papers. Alas the money well is drying out even evil Nazis have to die and get a Christian burial. And one wonders if a new law is being made that gives the right of the survivors to follow and righteously demand that the grandchildren of the wronged should benefit too we remember the pain because a corny eye demands ritual repentance.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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