I’m a racist.

I never, in my years on the planet, would have thought this to be true.

Until now.

There is a race of people that I despise, loathe and hate.

It is the Nazi party of 1928-to present. Adolf Hitler and his sycophant bastards. Women too, not exempt from my fury. I bubble up with anger and resentment each moment that my minds eye recollects the holocaust. Like now. I’m viewing some WW2 dvds. They’re talking about Auschwitz. A man is regaling the interviewer with his nefarious reasoning for offing the Jews. “They cheated my family.”
“They”, being anonymous of course.

Goddammit, I’m so mad. I wish I could go to his house and punch him in the nose. Push his face into the mass graves of those he’s claimed were cheaters. He’s speaking of his hatred of the Jews in the present tense, too. I hate him. I hate Germany. Its soil is poisoned with innocent blood. How could anyone go there? Be a tourist?

Despite the fact that there are stunning places to see, sausages and struedel and weiner schnitzel to eat, I’d puke my guts out the moment I thought I’d have to visit that friggin’ final solution Hell on earth. My head shakes involuntarily and my rage boils up spontaneously when I try to place myself in the shoes of Jews.

The shoes of Jews. A post from “Nobody hugged them goodbye.” What can I do to feel less hate? Can anyone tell me?

I’m simply mortified and oh so morose.

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