I hope I caught up on sleep

 I went to bed at 1AM, which is OK and probably ideal. I woke up around 7:30AM probably due to the guys next door making their usual noise - they'd make a great alarm clock. Then went back to sleep until 3PM. Well, at least I got plenty of sleep. 

I made the mistake of turning on the radio and there's a big puff piece about a guy with a name like Hymie McJewenstein who owned the "Carlisle Group" and a shit-ton of other stuff like a baseball team, the last privately owned copy of the Magna Carta, and I guess anything and everything his greasy, piggy little eyes settle on. 

It made me think, as I've thought a couple of times lately, about the book "Maus" by another Hymie. Before I really Noticed I was really kindly disposed toward that hymie, as he'd created the original Wacky Packages stickers which, like most kids, I found hilarious. Also we were going through a bad, hungry time and they were a rare ray of light and jollity when such things were rare. 

But Maus is a classic, perhaps *the* classic, example of, "The Jew will tell you what happened to him, but never why". 

It starts with the central character marrying into a wealthy family and being given a factory or two. Just given. There's nothing, nothing at all ever, about the running of the factories as I guess that was handled a couple layers down, by Jewish miniature despots and thugs hired to be so. Nothing, nothing at all about the workers at the factories, mere goyim. Nothing, nothing at all, about whatever grift and chicanery were used by the Jews to obtain the factories in the first place. 

The author's parents had died long before this book was written, so everything in it is "trust me bro". For all one knows, the author may have simply read up on "the literature" and used some imagination, and created it from the whole cloth. The book is a centerpiece of The Holocaust Industry(tm) and the author has such a lock on publishing of anything graphic that it's caused we goyim to come up with our own publishing, like Juxtapoz Magazine by the excellent cartoonist (who actually learned to draw) Robert Williams. 

Bloody fucking hell now this nasty Jew they're interviewing on the radio is talking about "when I worked on Capitol Hill in 1975 and 1976..." well first he put himself across as being born in 1963 and being 64 years old. That math doesn't math, but assuming he's 64 like I am, born in 1962, he was working on Capitol Hill around age 14?? Fucking Jews and their lies, man.