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From the Survivor Mitzvah Project, a fantastic organization keeping the memories alive.❤️ Holocaust survivor Yudel watched his entire family and the Jewish community of his Lithuanian town slaughtered. With raw courage and unyielding grief, he compiled a meticulous list of their murderers—names drawn from eyewitness testimony and Gestapo records. His burning purpose: to deliver justice so these killers would finally answer for their crimes. Yet while Yudel hunted for truth, the U.S. State Department opened its doors wide. The very men who had drenched their hands in Jewish blood were welcomed to America, granted citizenship, and shielded. Jewish survivors, meanwhile, were turned away. The cold rationale? Better to save the Lithuanians from the Russians than to confront their guilt. Heartbroken but unbroken, Yudel began writing hundreds of anonymous letters. Each one opened with the same haunting words: “I know what you did.” Then, in the killers’ own words, he laid bare the horrors they had committed. One day, a KGB agent knocked on his door. Thankfully, it was “Misha”—a Jewish comrade who had once shared a foxhole with him. When Misha asked if he had sent an anonymous letter, Yudel replied quietly, “Hundreds.” Misha smiled through tears of gratitude: “You saved us years of work and a long trial.” Yudel never stopped. In the 1980s, he smuggled his ever-growing list to the U.S. State Department. They did nothing—the murderers were now American citizens. In 1991, after Lithuania’s independence, he handed it to the new government. Again, silence. Many of the killers had fought for freedom and were now hailed as “war heroes.” Yudel’s list became his life’s sacred mission, known to officials worldwide. Yet he never lived to see a single day of justice. By remembering Yudel, we honor every Holocaust survivor who carried unimaginable loss yet found the strength to bear witness. At The Survivor Mitzvah Project, remembrance cannot remain mere words—it must become action. Let us honor them with compassion while they are still with us. The greatest tribute we can offer is to stand with them—now, before it is too late. There are still unacknowledged survivors. My great grandmother was shot to death with her young child, my great uncle. This man is a hero. Thank you Yudel. May your memory be a blessing.

The world really is taking the piss, isn’t it? 2000 years of this nonsense. Persecution, expulsions, blood libels, pogroms, the full works & then an actual genocide to top it off. Every crowd’s had a go: Egyptians, Babylonians, Romans, Christians, Muslims, even the clever-clogs atheist academics. Apparently anti-Jewish hate is the one prejudice that’s acceptable. Then the Shoa happened. Oh, the world was ever so sympathetic. Tutted nicely, sent thoughts & prayers. No country would take us in, though. Jews left rotting in DP camps while Nazis got cosy new lives in America & Britain, their crimes quietly brushed under the carpet. “No more dirty Jews, thank you,” said the Yanks. “No aliens wanted, old chap,” added Britain. And the Arabs? They backed Hitler and couldn’t wait to finish the job. Brilliant, really. Those same Arab populations have had no trouble flooding into Britain, the States & France. Plenty of room for yet more failed states, apparently, but sharing a tiny strip of land with some homeless Jews? Absolutely not. Extermination or nothing. They wrecked the ancient communities in Yemen, kicked us out of Egypt & emptied Iraq of its Jews. Thousands of years of history, gone. Barely a Jew left in the Arab world now. Only Israel remains & they want that gone too. We’ve tried everything to keep them happy. Handed over Transjordan for free. Peel Commission in 1937? No. UN partition 1947? No again. Even after ‘67 we offered Judea & Samaria back to Jordan. Khartoum’s reply? Three firm no’s, from the capital of Sudan’s latest genocide. Charming. The UN, the ICJ, the ICC & those sainted South Africans? They suddenly go blind unless Jews are involved. In the 90’s & 2000’s we had one last go. Offered everything short of suicide. Their response? A big fat no, followed by buses exploding and weddings turned into abattoirs. Thanks ever so, Yasser Arafat, you absolute melt. And the West blamed the Jews, naturally. ‘Palestinians’ were just “resisting,” poor lambs. “Just offer them a state,” they said. We did. This was the thank-you note. Roll on to now. The ‘palestinian’ Authority spins fairy tales about Jewish history, calls us “Europeans,” claims they suffered “fifty Holocausts.” October the 7th? Babies burned alive, women raped, music fans butchered. The liberal West managed a whole day of solidarity before the script flipped: Israel must stop, war crimes, genocide, the usual blood libel remix. The same institutions built after the Shoa, shaped in the fires of Nuremberg, are now being swung at us like a blunt instrument. Sudan? Congo? Syria? Not a peep. But Jews defending themselves? International emergency. The media swallows Hamas numbers whole. “Hospital hit! Carpet bombing!” Then a quiet little retraction weeks later, buried on page 26. Governments chase Muslim votes, invite more Gazans to London and let the hate marches own the streets while Jews hide their kippahs. Keir Starmer’s crew promises to stop a genocide that doesn’t exist and cheer on a terror state right next to Tel Aviv. Masterstroke. The ‘palestinians’ have turned down state after state. Offer peace, they choose rockets. Hand over land, they use it to target civilians. Yet the answer is always “Israel must be proportionate” while our kids sleep in bomb shelters. Spare me the lectures about consequences. The ‘palestinians’ wrecked Jordan, helped ruin Lebanon. Do we want that on Israel’s border? No. Israelis want peace, but when every offer gets thrown back, every leader is demonised & the world rewards rejectionism, you end up with hardliners in charge. Surprise. So, free world, what’s the plan? Keep letting the ‘palestinians’ dodge every consequence of their choices? Carry on appeasing the genocidaires until the Middle East pitches up on your own doorstep? Oh wait, it has, you flung open your doors & now scratch your heads wondering why social cohesion is in free fall. So, please, just f*off & don’t say we didn’t warn you.

@MajorWillPower @CCPISASSH0E Aww! I’m the swimmer in the family so she wants me there for an everything if I can be.

@jrbmack @CCPISASSH0E My dad always patiently read the newspaper front to back. My mom mostly stayed home 😂

Track parents…why didn’t you warn us about how terrible it is?!? I’ve been every kind of sports mom there is, but track is kicking my butt. Nobody knows exactly what time any event starts, so you just show up and sit around for HOURS waiting for your child to compete for less than 10 minutes. I should never have complained about soccer 😩😆

@ArielSterman Wow! His story reminds me of the phrase “they killed all the nice Jews and we are what is left”.

7 ideas my grandfather, Moshe (Shtemerman) Sterman of blessed memory, lived with after surviving the Holocaust: 1. First You Eat The Soup -- if you have soup and a potato, you first eat the soup, because if you have to run you can put the potato in your pocket. 2. Always Be On Time -- after the war while smuggling Jewish refugees across an international border, a few minute delay in the group led to his friend getting shot by a border guard. We'll never know his name. 3. Sleep With One Leg Out of the Sheets -- self explanatory. 4. Pick Up on the Little Things -- traversing alone in the forests of Poland/Ukraine for nearly 2 years, he survived on his wit, and keen observation. He would enter gentile homes, quickly scan the walls for photographs or other memorabilia, and present himself as a fortune teller to military wives and others, in return for food. Later in the Red Army he would identify little specks in the sky as friendly or enemy aircraft. 5. The Jews Won't Be Victims Anymore -- he was the only kid in his Yeshiva to jump off the Nazi truck after they were caught in the forest, and as a result he was the only kid to survive. He joined the Polish Partisans. Then the Red Army. And then the Jewish underground in Europe. 6. Speak Your Mind - a gangrene infection from a leg wound forced him to undergo surgery from a Soviet military doctor. Before going under (or downing a bottle of Vodka), he grabbed the doctor by his shirt and said "if I wake up without my leg, I will find you, and I will kill you." He woke up with his leg. 7. No One Owes You Anything - he arrived to the United States with nearly nothing. For years he was a customer peddlar, carrying furniture up countless flights of stairs in Manhattan and Brooklyn. Finally after many years he opened up a women's clothing shop, out of his own basement, my father's childhood home. He refused reparations, pity, and favors, instead deciding to rebuild his life on his own terms, despite all odds. He was the only survivor from his entire extended family. #YomHashoah2025

@MajorWillPower @CCPISASSH0E Correct… when they ask for timers I always volunteer. Gives me something to do

@CCPISASSH0E Could be worse. Imagine track, but you’re roasting in 100% humidity and you have swamp ass. That’s life as a swimming parent. I was a swimmer in my youth, but I will never be a swim parent.

When most people envision the Holocaust, they picture death camps. Cattle cars. Selection lines. At least 1.5 million Jews never saw a camp. They were marched to the forests at the outskirts of their own towns, ordered to undress, and shot at point-blank range into lime pits. There were no survivors to testify. No memorials. Just a mass grave in the tree line that their neighbors blithely walked past for over eighty years. That is what happened to my family. I grew up believing we were "lucky." I was named after my great-grandmother, Lily, a survivor of Lithuanian pogroms who fled to South Africa decades before the Shoah. I was under the impression that the rest of my family followed suit, save for a few distant cousins who remained unaccounted for. This Yom HaShoah, I finally know the truth. With the help of @yadvashem's digital archives, I've found records identifying over 50 relatives murdered by the Einsatzgruppen and their local collaborators. Let this be a reminder that "Never Forget" is an imperative; not only to share the stories we've been taught, but to ensure that others are not lost. yadvashem.org/archive #yomhashoah

The United States just reached across the goddamn globe and grabbed China by the pussy with the cold, unyielding precision of a scalpel forged in hellfire. Three oil tankers, fat with Iranian crude destined for Beijing’s gluttonous refineries, just reversed course like whipped dogs under the shadow of Trump’s naval blockade in the Strait of Hormuz. No shots fired. No diplomatic theater. Just raw, lethal enforcement after the mullahs’ peace talks collapsed into the dustbin of history. This isn’t some limp-wristed sanction kabuki. This is economic castration at mach speed...choking the lifeblood of the world’s factory floor before Xi Jinping can even finish his next fortune-cookie speech about “win-win cooperation.” Geopolitically, it’s fucking poetry in motion. The Strait of Hormuz is the jugular of global energy...20% of the planet’s oil supply funnels through that narrow throat, and China, that bloated dragon addicted to discounted Iranian barrels to keep its rust-belt economy from seizing up, just got reminded who controls the tap. Iran exports roughly 1.5 million barrels a day; a hefty slice sails straight to Shanghai under the radar of Western sanctions. Block that artery, and suddenly Beijing’s strategic petroleum reserves look like a kid’s piggy bank in a knife fight. Prices spike. Supply chains stutter. Factories idle. The CCP’s iron grip on its own people starts sweating under the weight of blackouts, inflation, and the quiet psychological rot of watching their “inevitable rise” get cocksmacked by American sea power. Xi and his cadre of wolf-warrior yes-men are wired for dominance theater...projecting unassailable strength while quietly terrified of any fracture in the illusion of control. This move exploits that beautifully: it’s not brute invasion, it’s Sun Tzu with Tomahawks and carrier groups. Force the adversary to defeat himself. Make the enemy feel the noose without ever seeing the hangman’s face. China’s elite know damn well their economy is a house of cards built on imported energy and exported lies; cut the flow, and the internal contradictions Marx warned about come roaring back as hungry workers and pissed-off princelings. The venom here is exquisite...Trump didn’t just sanction ships; he exposed the dragon’s soft underbelly, forcing Beijing to choose between licking Iranian wounds or risking domestic unrest that could unravel the Mandate of Heaven faster than any missile. Strategically, this is hybrid warfare at its most ruthless and refined: layered, deniable in the fog of “international norms,” yet lethally effective. No ground troops bleeding in some desert quagmire. No endless nation-building farce. Just forward-deployed naval assets, satellite overwatch, and the implicit threat of escalation that keeps everyone’s balls in a vice. It’s the modern equivalent of a naval quarantine with teeth...echoes of the Cuban Missile Crisis, but aimed at the wallet instead of nukes. China’s vaunted “String of Pearls” bases? Worthless when the real chokepoint is still American-controlled. Their Belt and Road pipe dreams? Just expensive highways to nowhere if the oil doesn’t flow. Precision lethality: hit the supply line, watch the empire of debt and dependency convulse. While the globalist eunuchs in Brussels and Davos clutch their pearls and whimper about “escalation,” Trump’s America just reminded the world that power isn’t measured in hashtags or climate accords...it’s measured in who can make the other guy’s tankers turn tail and run like the pussies they are. China thought they could play both sides forever: buy cheap dirty oil from pariahs while lecturing the West on morality. Today they got grabbed, hard, and the bruise is going to linger. This is what winning looks like when you stop pretending the game is fair. Ferocity wrapped in strategy. The dragon just got its wings clipped, and the eagle is laughing all the way to the next century. 💀⚔️👌🏻

During these Days of Remembrance for Victims of the Holocaust, Jeanette and I honor the six million Jews who were murdered in the Holocaust. Our duty to defend the truth and fight antisemitism is more urgent than ever. Never Again means just that.

@v01dp1r4t3 @MaxNordau And he gave southern counties like Palm Beach County free rein to implement their own “reopening plans” that included mask mandates and covid compliance task forces weaponized against businesses who didn’t require masks for patrons.

@MaxNordau Beaches were literally closed during this interview. Restaurants were forced to drastically reduce capacity. DeSantis did NOT keep Florida open. He made 2 million people unemployed with the stroke of a pen, then blamed everyone else for not having the unemployment website ready.

SIX YEARS AGO TODAY: FL Surgeon General Scott Rivkees said that we'll need to socially distance as long as COVID is present, contradicting Gov. DeSantis's plan to keep Florida open. A DeSantis aide removed Rivkees from the room, and he was never invited to another briefing.

To the Irish, the Spaniards, the blue-haired keffiyeh clowns, the groypers, the Nazis, the Islamists, and every sour-faced middle-aged virtue signaller chasing relevance like a dog after scraps. Thank you, you snivelling pack of bigots. For your lies, your hate, your toxic propaganda, we swallowed every drop and it tastes like rocket fuel for what comes next. Let me spell this out slowly, since clear thinking is obviously beyond you. Before 7 October we were fractured. Plenty of Jews, both in the Galut (exile) & in Israel , still clung to that soft-left fantasy, dialogue, concessions, coexistence. It created a rift between those that took a more realistic view, that is, terrorists, no matter how much you concede are hardwired to terrorise. Then came 8 October. Blood still sticky on the grass, bodies not yet buried after the worst slaughter of Jews since the Holocaust, Israel not in Gaza yet. And you lot? You flooded the streets in your pre-planned victory parties. Not protests, celebrations. “Genocide” howled from your twisted mouths before we’d even counted our dead. That day ripped the scales off our eyes, tore the blindfold off. Jews who barely gave Israel or Zionism a thought suddenly saw it as clear as Waterford crystal. A few generations after the Holocaust and here you were, proving exactly why we need our own land, our own army, our own unapologetic strength. No more trusting the world’s empty promises. Two and a half years of your filth. Burnt synagogues, smashed shops, twenty murdered Jews in exile, your terrorist chants and Holocaust denial. Every single vile act has backfired. The more you shriek, the stronger we become. The more you hate, the more lightbulbs flashed on across our people. You didn’t break us. You forged us in fire. Quiet Jews are now learning Hebrew, heading home, arming themselves with truth, resolve & weapons. Decent folk of every faith are waking up and standing beside us. You are the greatest gift Zionism has ever received. So thank you, you pathetic, cowardly failures. Your every tantrum spits out more Zionists by the hour. You’ve welded us together in steel. Even comfortable Galut Jews are now fighters who will not bend, will not apologise, and will not forget. And here’s the part you should lose sleep over. The internet is forever, you spineless worms. Your masked faces, your Nazi salutes wrapped in keffiyehs, your sick dancing on fresh Jewish graves, every slur, every threat, it’s all saved, timestamped, and waiting. Psychologists & historians will pick over your rotting legacy like vultures on roadkill, studying you as the latest chapter of every failed hate cult that came before. Your names, your faces, your children’s shame, it’s already written. You will be remembered as nothing but footnotes of contempt. Thanks again Lots of love from a proud Jewish Zionist who sees you for the weak, snarling, gutless creatures you are.

Look at this image. It is the entire story of the Jewish people captured in a single heartbreaking frame. Tonight, as Israel marks Holocaust Remembrance Day, Channel 12 broadcast a special 'Zikaron BaSalon' (Memories in the Living Room). Sitting side by side are two men who have looked pure evil in the eyes and lived to tell the tale. On the left is Rabbi Yisrael Meir Lau. He is a Holocaust survivor who was liberated from the hell of the Buchenwald concentration camp as an eight-year-old orphan. He rose from the ashes of Europe to help build the State of Israel, eventually becoming its Chief Rabbi. On the right is Eli Sharabi. On October 7th, Hamas terrorists invaded his home, murdered his wife and two young daughters, and dragged him into the dark terror tunnels of Gaza. He miraculously survived 491 agonizing days in captivity before finally being freed. Two generations. Two unfathomable traumas. Two different monsters separated by eight decades who sought to eradicate the Jewish people. Rabbi Lau survived the Nazis. Eli Sharabi survived Hamas. Together on screen, their presence is a testament to an unbearable collective grief, but also to an unbreakable spirit. One rebuilt his life from absolute nothingness, and the other is just beginning the unimaginable journey of doing the exact same thing. It is a picture of ultimate defiance. They tried to destroy us then. They tried to destroy us now. But we are still here. We will always be here. Am Yisrael Chai. 🇮🇱🕯️

I am the granddaughter of Holocaust survivors. My grandmother, Rifka, was married with four children when the Nazis murdered her husband. Alone with children to raise, her young son Avrumi, 12 years old, took her shift working so that she could prepare for Passover with her other children, sister and sister’s children. When shouts of “Yudenrein!” “Jew round up” rang through the streets, Rifka took the children to the empty space below the floor boards to hide. As she was closing the hatch, Avrumi ran into the house. “Come! Come!,” she called frantically. “I can’t,” he said. “The Germans saw me, if I don't come out, they will know there is a hiding place. I just came to say goodbye.” When the Nazis barged in, Rifka listened through the floorboards as her son told them he had run into the house in a random search for food. She would never see him again. Two more of her children as well as her sister, nieces and nephews were killed in subsequent round ups. Her brother had been killed earlier in the war. Rifka was left with one son, Shlomo. 14 years old. They worked and hid in farms, in hay stacks and behind false doors. Exposed in the fields one day, they ran together, chased like animals by the Nazi’s. Shlomo told his mother, “If you don't let go of my hand, we will both die.” He let go. Shlomo went one way, Rifka went the other. The Nazis shot him in the back. With no husband or children to live for, Rifka joined the Partisans in the woods. After the war, she lay sick in bed with no will to live. Shlomo, meanwhile, had survived the gunshot. After the war as he searched for family, he heard a woman singing a familiar song. “Where did you hear that song?” he asked her. She told him a woman who lay dying had been humming it. “Is she still alive? Please, bring me to her.” And so Shlomo was reunited with his mother. In a displaced persons camp in Germany, Rifka married a man named Zalman whom she had met in the partisans. Zalman had lost his wife and three children to the Nazis but had one surviving son, Al. Together, Rifka and Zalman had two more children. Shep, born in the DP camp and Fayge (my mother) born in Bolivia where they moved after being sponsored by cousins. Zalman fell ill and the family moved to NY for treatment. Unfortunately he died when my mother was 2.5 years old. Left alone with children to raise, Rifka bought a farm in NJ. Back then, being a single parent meant your children could be taken from you. She needed a husband fast. A man named Berche, also a survivor, whose wife and two children were murdered, remarried after the war and had a daughter. His second wife, Dubye, died on the boat to America. A widower with a daughter to raise, he needed a wife to keep his daughter from a state run orphanage. Someone introduced Berche to Rifka and they married. I was raised with their memories. Their tears and their fears. There was no Sabbath when my grandfather didn’t cry, no day my grandmother didn’t stare silently into a past I could not accompany her to. Each spoke 4- 5 languages. Each had rebuilt their lives over and over again...But despite their pain, they were full of love. Their pride in their families, their belief in goodness...I cannot imagine the depth of their loss and how much strength it took to simply continue breathing. Believing. Hoping. And loving. I grew up with a family of half, whole and step siblings. A grandfather with whom I shared no blood but with whom I shared a heart. Cousins who drove me nuts but drove hours to see me. Aunts who were crazy and who I was crazy about. Uncles who slobbered me with kisses and showered me with love. I grew up in a family that understood love and loss, the value of sacrifice and the vital importance of loyalty. I love them all for who they are and who they are to me. They are all part of the story and part of who I am. #YomHashoa

As Yom HaShoah begins this evening, we remember the six million Jewish men, women, and children murdered by the Nazis in the Holocaust, the systematic attempt to annihilate the Jewish people from the face of the earth.

This photo was taken from behind at Royal Holloway Freshers’ Fair. I stood with the British flag and Star of David - welcoming Jewish students into an atmosphere already filled with “End Israeli apartheid”, “Genocide supporters”, “Boycott Israel”. What you don’t see: from late September to January, two students subjected me and my Jewish friend to almost daily harassment - sometimes 10+ no-caller-ID calls in an hour. Vile antisemitic, homophobic and sexualised abuse: “you love Israeli dck”, “obsessed with Jewish dck”, “I’ll be antisemitic with my full chest”. We reported it. We have evidence - voice recordings etc. We know who they are. University: “We can only act when the police do something.” Police were told in November. I signed a statement in February. They said they were looking at arrests. Promised me a call on 5 April. Still nothing - it’s now 11th April. Contrast that with my one light-hearted “tea towel” reply to a keffiyeh. I was suspended the next day. Missed 7 weeks of my degree. Now facing potential hate crime charges with the file at the CPS. Next slide 👉 a keffiyeh. Two photos. Two completely different stories. Two tiers of justice. @SurreyPolice please act on the reports I made. This has gone on long enough. Everyone is watching. Free speech and equal protection can’t be optional in Britain. I will NOT be silenced. 🇬🇧🇮🇱 #TwoTierJustice #FreeSpeech #RoyalHolloway #twotierpolice

@0hour1 Buy ten Wasson Watches instead. Give nine away to friends and family.

I support President Donald J. Trump.

Pray for the Christians in Nigeria, who are being massacred as we speak by Islamists for their faith. The world's silence is deafening.

@HazelAppleyard And that is enough internet for me today…

There is no way this is true 😭 They used a PLACENTA? Nah