RBA Bonus Chapter: A debate in the park (non-Canon)

A/n: I declared this chapter non-canon because I felt it emphasized Erich and other characters differently from how I was going to write them, and ultimately would give the wrong impression to readers. You can think of this chapter as if it came from the mouth of a friend who saw it happen and likes to overexaggerate everything.

>You’re Erich Rammstein.
>As per usual, you need to relax.
>The stupidity of mankind has gotten to you yet again.
>But you try not to judge them.
>You just really want to be left alone right now.
>That’s why you’re in the park.
>Sitting in a lonely gazebo.
>In broad daylight.
>Dressed in your SS uniform.
>Oh yeah, it’s back.
>You get stares and scowls as people pass by.
>You don’t care.
>You are who you are, and if they don’t like it, they can piss up a rope.
>At least no one’s bothering you.
>You can feel people walking on the shadows of the gazebo.
>A group of them stop to look at you.
>Great, has the local ANTIFA chapter found you?
>You sit up, getting ready to react if necessary.
>You look over, to see a group of highschool girls.
>One of which instantly recognizes you.
>”Rick?!”
>You’re pleasantly surprised at the girl, and wave.
“Oh, hey AJ.”
>Her presence brightens your day a little, but her friends don’t put you at ease.
>There’s a group of six with her.
>Only four don’t seem too pleased to see you.
>The Blue one with multichromatic hair turns to AJ.
>”Is this the guy you’re friends with?”
>Gee, listen to little miss attitude.
>You answer for your friend.
“I’m Applejack’s friend, yes.”
>You stand, straightening your jacket.
“And the lot of you are...?”
>Unexpectedly, the pink one rushes you.
>You’re go to punch her lights out.
>But she catches your hand, and immediately begins shaking it as if she were running a water spicket.
>”We’re Jackie’s friends from school! We go to Canterlot High with her!”
>She rapidly introduces herself and the others.
“...Ah, a pleasure to meet you Fraulein.”
>Still shaking your hand, you try to formulate a sentence.
“Gott, but you are excitable, aren’t you?”
>She stops, and begins bouncing up and down in place, still holding your hand.
>”Of course! I’m always excited to make new friends! And any friend of Applejack’s has to be a friend of mine!”
>Well, that has to be the most pleasant reaction you’ve ever had from meeting someone the first time.
>And it’s actually very welcome.
>You smile as she continues.
>”You have to come to Sugarcube corner! Even though I never met you before, I can tell exactly what kind of food you’d absolutely love to have! I can even bake it for you an-”
>The Blue one with the bitchy look pulls her away.
>”That’s enough, Pinkie.”
>”Aww, but I haven’t even gotten to the best part!”
>You scowl.
>You kinda wanted to hear the best part.
>The white one with purple hair interjects.
>”I hardly think that matters, darling. I mean, have you seen what he’s wearing?”
>Oh, dissing the uniform?
>She’s asking for it.
“You have a problem with my garb?”
>You give a polite smile, which she returns.
>”Alas, I was never a fan of the classic Hugo Boss, the work was always too dreary and depressing.”
>She appraises your attire with a raised eyebrow, delivering a very judgy look.
>You stand proud, puffing out your chest in a heroic pose reminiscent of old Wehrmacht recruitment posters.
“I disagree. I quite like the sharp and serious look of the style, and always felt it gave off an air of...importance.”
>The white one gives a venomous, noblewoman-type laugh.
>”I was trying to be polite about it, darling.”
>You return with a sinister chuckle.
“So was I.”
>You find yourself staring her down.
>You swear, the two of you were shooting each other looks that could kill.
>Blue interjects.
>”Alright, enough beating around the bush. You’re the guy who put all those wrong thoughts into AJ’s head?”
>You give her a snarky look.
“Gee, skittles. I didn’t know it was a crime to think.“
>Caught off guard, she begins to backpedal.
>”That wasn’t what I-Skittles?!”
>You grin, and press on, checking your jacket.
”Oh, I’m sorry. Do you prefer M&Ms? I’m sure I have some somewhere…”
>The pink one jumps up, raising her hand.
>”Ooh! Ooh! I like M&Ms!”
>That’s actually kinda cute.
>The white one immediately pulls her hand down.
>”Pinkie! I would remind you not to take candy from strangers, and I cannot believe I would have to tell that to a girl your age.”
>Pinkie frowns.
>”Aww, but Rarity, he’s not a stranger if Applejack knows him!”
>Yeah, ‘Rarity.’ Get lost, you’re not wanted here.
>She gets agitated, and starts chastising her.
>”That’s besides the point! You don’t know him, he’s a Nazi!”
>Aaand there’s the ‘N’ word.
“I prefer the term ‘National Socialist,’ if you don’t mind.”
>Rarity glares at you, her eyes like flaming diamonds.
>”As a matter of fact, I DO mind.”
>Applejack tries to intervene.
>”Uh, Girls-”
>Rarity ignores her, approaching you with a finger in your face.
>”Where do you get off, filling our friend’s head with nonsense?”
>You give her a sardonic, questioning look.
“What is nonsense to those with no sense? I have to ask, since you seem to fit the bill.”
>”Rick, please-”
>Blue joins in.
>”No sense? Puh-leeze. You're the one who doesn't have any sense. You root for the wrong side!”
>Wrong side?
>Oh, she’s really poking a bear, isn’t she?
>”Rainbow-”
“Just because I support the losing team doesn't mean it's the wrong one. But at least I know which team I play for.”
>You smirk at her indignant look.
>”Just what are you insinuating?!”
>You just shrug.
“Oh, nothing that's not accepted nowadays.”
>You see Rarity put a hand on her shoulder.
>”Let it go, Rainbow Dash. He's just trying to get a rise out of you.”
>Killjoy.
>”Thanks, Rarity.”
>Sorry, AJ. But these girls have a lot of nerve, and you’re gonna make them regret speaking to you in such a manner.
>You watch the two start to retreat back to their group.
>This is one of the few times you’re opening your mouth on purpose.
>They picked this fight, they’re going to see it through.
“Yes, listen to your scissor sister, Rainbow Dash.”
>Three girls look back at you.
>AJ is shocked, and Rarity and Rainbow seem angry.
>”Rick, don't-”
>”How DARE you!”
>Wow, Rarity is REALLY angry.
>Did you touch a nerve?
>She quickly approaches, marching toward you intending on cowing you into a corner.
>Not gonna happen.
>“I have half a mind to-”
>You shout with as much strength as your lungs can muster.
“BACK OFF!”
>Everything goes silent.
>You shouted so loud, you accidentally scared several flocks of birds out of the trees, and gained the attention of passersby.
>Well, no better time to say it, you guess.
>You speak in your most agitated voice, attempting to lay on the guilt.
>You never want these girls to bother you again.
“When I came to this park, all I had on my mind was how to cope with all the stress I accumulated today. I intended to relax it away, but some hundins had to accost me over my opinions on things. I wear my uniform because I assumed no one would be stupid enough to bother me while I'm in it. If you're offended by what I've said, then I'll only say ten more things just like it, and you should know that just by looking at me. I'm an offensive guy. And I'm telling you all of this because you should know better than to confront me, and it's your own fault if your chicken shit feelings get hurt.”
>You glare at them disappointedly, and they only glare back angrily.
>Guess you got your point across, but you suppose there’s no sympathy for the Devil.
>Time to go.
“I'm done.”
>You go to leave the gazebo, marching down the steps.
>”Hold on a second!”
>A new voice called out to you.
>You groan, looking back.
“What is it?”
>It’s the purple one with glasses.
>”I have a different grievance with you that needs to be aired!”
>A different grievance?
>This ought to be good.
“And you are?”
>”Twilight Sparkle. You’ve not heard of me.”
>you turn to Twilight, and shake your head.
“No I haven’t. Why should I care?”
>”Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet. Do you recognize these names?”
>Aw, shit.
>You’re probably gonna hear about this later.
“Yeah, I’m on good terms with two of them, and I put the third in the hospital.”
>The other six girls shout in surprise.
>”WHAT?!”
>You speak quickly.
“But in my defense, she tried to get my mom to kill me.”
>The six shout again, louder.
>”WHAT?!?!”
>You sigh.
“So...what? Are you gonna pull a gun on me, too? Because I can point you to three people who can tell you exactly how well that would go for you.”
>You see Twilight bite her lip, glancing around and holding her arm.
>Ah, she didn’t get the full story.
>”...Look, there’s obviously more to the story than I’ve been told, so I’ll drop that issue for now. But still, I have to address the claims you made to Applejack.”
>You roll your eyes.
“Oh boy, here we go.”
>”Don’t worry, I’m only going to correct your claims.”
>You spin your eyes, as she produces a folder.
“And let me guess. You’re going to use sources that only go against my ideology?”
>She looks over at you with a geeky pride.
>”Of course! The sources that go against National Socialism are the only reliable ones. Your sources are clearly biased, and thus, are unreliable.”
>You give a smug smirk.
”Oh? And why is that?”
>”Because they’re sources from Nazis!”
>You stare at her with a judgemental look.
“...And you don’t see anything wrong about that?”
>She glances around uncomfortably, seeing you stare at her.
>”Uh...no? Should I?”
>You deliver a palm to your face.
>So it begins.
“How do you know about National Socialism’s beliefs?”
>”I looked them up!”
>She looks so proud of herself.
“And you decided to ignore to any sources written by National Socialists?”
>”Of course! Why would I listen...to...Nazis...about…”
>She trails off, as if she realizes what she was about to say.
>You smirk, and press her.
“Go on…”
>She gets flustered, and shakes her head.
>”...Fine, I see your point! But I still think your claims are wrong!”
>You shrug.
“Alright, go ahead. Let’s hear you ‘correct my claims.’ I’m willing to rebuke everything you put forward.”

>“Alright.”
>Twilight immediately opens up her folder, which is packed with several documents both hand written and typed out.
>There’s even several dozen pictures in between the documents.
>”You claimed to Applejack that Anne Frank’s diary was faked. That claim is one the Dutch government took the most careful, laborious pains to dismiss through empirical investigation. The paper in the original manuscript was printed between 1939 and 1942, the handwriting matches all surviving samples of her writings in school, and the ink involves a heavier-than-modern iron content consistent with fountain pens of the time.”
>Twilight produces a picture of a page from the Diary in question, in its original format.
>”The ballpoint-pen corrections argument was made in court in 1980, but when challenged, the defendants were unable to produce any such corrections; Otto Frank did in fact include changes in the manuscript…”
>She cringes a little, before she continues.
>“...For instance, a section about menstruation was cut out in some editions…”
>She clears her throat.
>”...But these were made in pencil.”
>She looks at you triumphantly, as if she’s accomplished something.
>You’re a little...unimpressed.
>She’s missing the big picture here.
>You shake your head, as her friends watch the scene unfold.
>Seems most of them are waiting to see how you react.
>You simply sigh.
“Even if this is the case, there's something you're not taking into consideration. The defendant was Otto Frank. He was being sued by Meyer Levin. Of course the defendant wouldn’t have any such corrections, it’s not their job to prove the plaintiff’s point.”
>Twilight's proud look disappears.
>You raise your finger, making a second point.
“What's more, the case was settled out of court. You have to ask yourself, why does someone settle a case? Either because it's too much work to maintain your side…”
>You look up in thought, sarcastically.
“...And given the nature of the matter, there are people who would no doubt put in the effort…”
>Your expression becomes serious once again.
“...or because the person's case against you is stronger than your own. Keep in mind, Plaintiffs and Defendants aren't trying to prove the facts and win an argument. They're trying to win a court case, and settle an argument for both sides to be happy with the result. The fact that whatever evidence that was brought against the ‘Diary of Anne Frank’ wasn't pursued further is therefore, not surprising, and we could very well be missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. A piece which, given that the matter was settled out of court instead of pursued in a court of law, would likely prove that the Defendants are hiding a crucial fact that blows their whole case out of the water. A fact that the Plaintiffs could prove. I, for one, believe this fact is that ‘the Diary is a fraud.’"
>Twilight shifted her mouth uncomfortably.
>She gives a sharp inhale, looking away as she thinks about her response.
>”Well, eh, fine.”
>Twilight gives a dejected sigh.
>There's a look of surprise from some of her friends.
>More towards you.
>Guess they thought no one could keep up with her in a debate like this.
>”I’ll concede that we don’t know enough about the situation to say for certain what was going on with Anne Frank’s diary, at least, for now. But!”
>She returns to her folder.
>“I can still refute your other claims.”
>You cross your arms.
“You can certainly try.”
>This statement earns you a scowl from some of her friends.
>Ignoring your jab, Twilight continues with her second argument.
>”You also mentioned to Applejack that the death toll of the Holocaust keeps increasing over time, that at first it was 9 million, and you’ve given evidence that it has steadily increased so that the number is now 20 million.”
>You nod.
>“But here’s the problem with your logic. Further investigation always turns up more evidence. So it would make sense that the number keeps increasing since they’re finding more and more deaths. While different death estimates are being given as time goes on, it is not actually because the number of Jewish deaths is being adjusted upwards.”
>That's a fair point, but you don't think you ever said the new deaths were all Jews.
>”It's factoring in groups like the Roma, Slavs, Poles, Soviet prisoners of war, Jehovah's Witnesses, political activists, gays and the disabled, many of which had their own symbols of persecution in camps, just like the Jewish star. Members of these non-Jewish groups have also given testimony about the atrocities committed in these camps, including French prisoner-of-war Andre Rogerie, who was shifted between seven camps and produced the earliest drawing of camp crematoria on record.”
>You ignore the fact that they gave testimonies for now.
>You’ll get to that in a minute.
>Instead you nod, mulling over your answer.
“Alright, that’s a decent argument. I know that Hitler didn’t think much of Slavs and Poles due to how he was raised in Western Europe. You could be right as to that being the reason behind the increase in numbers.”
>Her optimistic smile returned.
>You smirk, and begin talking again.
”But therein lies a problem: given all the resource shortages that the Germans were experiencing, how could they manage to have killed 20 million people while maintaining a war against three superpowers on two fronts?”
>Twilight's smile disappears.
>”I'm not sure I can agree with what you're implying.”
>You groan, with her friends looking a little lost in the background.
“Oh, come on, Twilight. The Germans were stretched too thin to be wasting bullets, personnel, and fuel on people whom they deemed ‘inferior.’ The very fact that the numbers are increasing just makes the idea of the Holocaust seem more and more ludacris with every new number. Why would the Germans round up Jews and other undesirables from the far-flung reaches of their Empire, thereby tying up large numbers of personnel and rolling stock, while fighting a world war on two fronts to deliver people hundreds of miles away to ‘death camps’ who were then executed on arrival? Wouldn’t a bullet on the spot appealed to the legendary German sense of efficiency?”
>Twilight looks away, scratching the back of her head.
>”Well-”
“What’s more,”
>You interject, finishing your thought.
”The sheer amount of ‘survivors’ also brings up questions. Why did Elie Wiesel and countless other ‘survivors’ survive the Holocaust if it was the intention of the Third Reich to eliminate every ‘untermensch...’”
>You see the group cringe slightly, and roll your eyes.
“...and I use that term lightly…”
>You continue, ignoring their expressions.
>As you speak, you begin pacing, out of habit.
“...they got their hands on? Elie was a prisoner for several years, others survived even longer. Most of these ‘survivors’ were ordinary people who did not have any unique expertise that the Germans could have exploited for their war effort. There was no logical reason for them to be kept alive. The very existence of more than a million survivors, even today, 70 years later, contradicts one of the most basic components of the Holocaust.”
>You stop, pointing to Twilight with a cutting motion, your other hand behind your back.
“How do you reconcile all these ‘survivors’ with the ‘fact’ that the Germans had a policy to eliminate every untermensch they got their hands on?”
>You put emphasis on the words 'survivors’ and 'fact’ to highlight your disbelief.
>Twilight and the others shifted uncomfortably.
>You smirk, continuing with a story.
“One of my favorite stories of the Holocaust was a woman’s claim that, while she was being herded to the gas chambers at Auschwitz, she fell ill, and fainted. She was pulled out of the line, and delivered to Berlin for medical treatment. These are actual words from a survivor.”
>You see Rarity and Rainbow glaring at you.
>Perhaps they don't like the fact you said it was your favorite.
>You smile.
“Now, what’s the problem with this story?”
>The girls glance around.
>They either don't know, or feel uncomfortable with even questioning it.
>You shrug.
“Allow me to shed some light on it.”
>You clear your throat, adopt a dramatic tone, exaggerated German accent, and begin pantomiming with your words.
“‘Hans! Ve can’t gas zhis girl! She’s sick! She needs to be in perfect health before ve execute her, ozerwise, all zese ozer people who are about to die vill get sick vith her!’”
>There's a burst of laughter from one of the girls.
>”Pinkie!”
>You look over to see Rarity chastising Pinkie, who's got a hand on her gut, laughing.
>She looks up at her friend, wiping a tear from her eye.
>”Sorry, Rarity! But it's too funny! He turned something so taboo into a comedy routine!”
>You nod, indicating Pinkie.
”She gets it. See how absurd this sounds? Who in their right mind, would possibly believe that story? It's ludacris!”
>Twilight concedes.
>”O-oh, um...that...yeah, that does sound weird…”
>Rainbow looks at her aghast.
>”Twilight! You can’t seriously be considering-”
>Twilight holds up a hand, silencing her friend.
>”I’ll admit, you’re making some compelling arguments here, and I’m definitely going to do some more research after this is over.”
>You nod.
“Please do.”
>Twilight holds up a finger, as if to make a point.
>”But! There’s a huge problem with that letter from the Allied Committee of Inquiry you showed Applejack.”
>A problem with it?
>That’s news to you.
>It can’t be good for your stance, but it’s worth investigating.
“...I’m listening…”

>Twilight gives you a triumphant smirk, before reading a paper from her folder.
>She then looks up at you, as if to say “You’re in trouble, now.”
>”Outside of denial sites, there doesn't seem to be any evidence of a body called the Allied Committee of Inquiry existing in the first place.”
>There isn’t?
>Twilight looks at you accusingly.
 >“Even leaving aside it being able to conclusively prove the universal use of torture to extract confessions, which is a feat nearly impossible even today, by the way, or its strange conviction that Jews especially should be held for perjury.”
>You’re silent.
>Did you mislead someone, and not know it?
“...Really?”
>There’s a couple possibilities that come to mind when considering this factoid.
>But Twilight continues, presenting more of her evidence.
>“There also doesn't seem to be strong evidence for the existence of anything called the Allied Military Police HQ, which makes some sense given that the Alliance was disestablished three years before the date given on the paper. Even assuming both did exist, and that they were competent enough to make these claims, none of the camps listed in the report you showed to Applejack are the ones your estimated ovens and death toll accounts for.”

>You immediately bring up a counterargument to that last point.
“Now in my defense, I acknowledged that last part when I showed it to her. I told her that the camps listed were only the ones the Allies investigated. The only ‘death camps’ Germany had were investigated by the Soviets, and they were the ones who declared them ‘death camps.’”
>You sigh, thinking about her argument as she presented it.
“But as for the validity of the document…”
>Run through all possibilities…
>Apply Occam’s razor…
>And...the results don’t look good.
“Fair enough.”
>Rainbow Douche gives a loud “Ha!” But she’s immediately shushed by Applejack.
“I mean it could be argued that they were hidden from the history books, but even I acknowledge that would be grasping at straws. It could very well be that the document in my possession was falsified, and I will concede that.”
>Twilight smiles proudly.
“However, I would like to make a counterpoint.”
>She looks at you, paying attention to what you’re about to say.
>”Okay, shoot.”
>You give a small smirk.
>Even without the falsified document, you’re confident you can make your case pretty strong.
“If you remember correctly, the Allies captured a German enigma machine. All of Germany’s wartime codes were compromised early on in the war. This includes the one used to send daily reports from Auschwitz to Berlin. The transcripts of those messages make no mention of mass executions or even remotely suggest a genocidal program in progress.”
>You immediately pose, pointing at Twilight.
“Your next line is ‘the Germans wouldn’t want their crimes being known to the Allies!’”
>“The Germans wouldn’t want their crimes being known to the-Wha?!”

>You then point upwards, wagging your finger and sounding ‘Tsk tsk tsk...’
“I’ve heard that argument before. You were probably going to suggest that the Germans used a kind of euphemistic code or simply avoided mentioning it when discussing their extermination program, right? ‘Final solution,’ ‘special treatment,’ ‘resettlement,’ et cetera, et cetera, od infinitum. I’ve heard it all before. I’m familiar with this argument, and I’ll ask you what I asked everyone else who made it.”
>Twilight looks like she doesn’t like where this is going.
“Why was it necessary for them to use such coded euphemisms when talking to one another unless they thought their code was cracked by the Allies? And if they did think that, then why did they still use the enigma devices to send secret messages to each other throughout the war, thereby handing their most secret plans to the Allies? And we know, by the way, that the Allies used the enigma device to intercept every message they came across from and to German high command, because the Allies admitted it. Why would you need to be secretive when talking to a supposed co-conspirator on a line that you believe is secure? And if they knew it was compromised, which there is strong evidence to suggest they didn’t, why didn’t they use other methods of delivering information about force deployment, weapons research, and other crucial German operations?”
>Twilight scratches her head, and tries to downplay your argument.
>”Well, that’s a fair, if minor, point-”

>You interrupt her, reinforcing your point with another.
“Furthermore, why is there no mention of the Holocaust in Winston Churchill’s six volume ‘History of the Second World War?’ Nor in the wartime memoirs of either De Gaulle or Eisenhower or any of the other lesser luminaries who wrote about the Second World War? Keep in mind, all these were written years after the war ended, after the Holocaust had been allegedly proven in the kangaroo court of the Nuremberg Trials.”
>Twilight looks taken aback.
>”’Kangaroo court?’”
>You ignore her outburst.
“In relation to documentation, why, after seventy years, have historians and investigators been unable to come up with a single document pointing to a Holocaust taking place? Should we believe the likes of Raul Hilberg, who famously insinuated that in the place of written documents and orders, there was an ‘incredible meeting of minds’ by the literally tens of thousands of people who would have had to coordinate their actions in order to carry out an undertaking of this magnitude? Unbelievable!”
>”Now hold on!”
>Twilight flips through her file, points to a paper, and then looks up at you incredulously.
>“There were 194 reports from the Einsatzgruppen detailing extermination operations!”
>You turn to look at Twilight with an accusing glare.
“Oh? And do you have any of these documents?”
>She gives a cowed look at your glare, before looking through her folder.
>After a bit, she looks up, grinning sheepishly.
>”Uh...no?”
>You nod, folding your arms.
“No.”

>Trying to save face, Twilight returns to her folder.
>”Moving on...in the same vein as your letter, both your math and your analogy are wrong by comparing a crematory to a baking oven. While the exact number of ovens may depend on the accounts being used-”
>You give a cheeky statement, smirking.
“Meaning they’re lying about the amount.”
>Twilight looks at you in annoyance.
>“AS I WAS SAYING, while the exact number of ovens may depend on the accounts being used, they did not have a universal capacity; what mattered were the number of ‘muffles.’”
>What?
>The hell are those?
“‘Muffles?’”
>Twilight nods, earning you a confused look.
>”Muffles. The chambers where actual incineration happened. The Bischoff letter lists 52 muffles in Auschwitz, and estimates that each could burn roughly four people an hour accounting for daily maintenance, leading to a little under five thousand deaths per day. The Soviets' estimate, which in your defense, truly may have been meant to defame their enemy, was actually only a quarter of that number. You’re also right to object to the idea that 40’s technology could cremate a body in only 15 minutes and not a full hour, but this is another snag with your analogy; multiple bodies could be placed in a muffle at the same time, not like cakes which are baked one after another.”

>You cannot believe what you’re hearing.
>This flies in the face of everything you’ve researched about the Holocaust before.
>It also flies in the face of basic physics, as well as current knowledge about how cremation works.
>You actually wanna ask where she got this information, but that’s a Red Herring, and something you want to avoid.
>Instead, you take out your cellphone, and begin looking for a picture.
“You know, in all my research, I have never heard of Auschwitz having any sort of ‘muffles.’ But let’s say, for the sake of argument, that there were ‘muffles’ connected to the ovens.”
>There it is.
>You show Twilight your cellphone, which she takes from your hands.
“Tell me, where in this picture do you see any sort of ‘muffle?’”
>She shakes her head in confusion.
>”What’s this?”
>You smirk.
“This is a picture of Auschwitz’s ovens. There’s very clearly a back wall in the back of those ovens. And those ovens can’t hold more than…”
>You take your cellphone back, looking at the picture again.
“I estimate two bodies at most. Even then, the only way the body will burn evenly enough to ash is if there’s only one body being cremated at a time. So tell me, where are these ‘muffles’ Bischoff references in his letter? I don’t see any here, do you?”

>She begins to shake her head no, but stops herself.
>”Ah...I mean...okay, I’m going to have to do a little more research on this, but for now, I’ll concede that it’s not very clear where the muffles are, or even if they exist. But, your example to Applejack assumes that Jews were only killed in ovens, when many died of gunshots…”
>You scoff.
>”...starvation, thirst, typhus, dysentery, other disease, hypothermia, accumulated injuries, trauma, et cetera. The six million estimate comes from Eichmann's mouth…”
>You scoff again.
>”...not the survivors', and a full sixth of that can be attributed pretty neatly to the Einsatzgruppen via 194 of their reports of Jewish extermination.”
“Which you don't have.”
>She looks annoyed.
>And that’s kind of cute.
>“Nonetheless, the more of these peripheral atrocities you include, the harder it is to find the final number unrealistic.”
>You give an exasperated sigh.
>’Alleged’ atrocities, Twilight.
“Firstly, the ‘Six Million’ number doesn’t originally come from Eichmann’s mouth. It comes from the Torah. Jewish prophecies in the Torah require that six million Jews must ‘vanish’ before the state of Israel can be formed. It says and-I-quote, ‘You shall return minus six million.’ That's why Tom Segev, an Israeli historian, declared that the ‘six million’ is an attempt to transform the Holocaust story into state religion. Those six million, according to prophecy, had to disappear in ‘burning ovens,’ which the judicial version of the Holocaust now authenticates. As a matter of fact, Robert B. Goldmann, Equestrian Journalist, writes and-I-quote, ‘...without the Holocaust, there would be no Jewish State.’ A simple consequence: Given six million Jews gassed at Auschwitz who ended up in the ‘burning ovens…’”

>You take a moment to translate.
“...the Greek word ‘Holocaust’ means ‘burned offerings…’”
>You clear your throat, continuing your spiel.
“...therefore, the prophecies have now been ‘fulfilled’ and Israel can become a ‘legitimate state.’"
>”...Oh.”
“Secondly, I get back to my previous statement and query. Why would Germany waste so much manpower and ammunition to go out of their way to kill so many, when they’re fighting two fronts against three superpowers?”
“I’ll give you that the ‘untermensch’ did die from starvation and disease, but that was no fault of the Germans. Late in the war, the Allies began a massive bombing campaign, destroying Germany’s roads, railways, and infrastructure. The idea was to prevent German soldiers from getting what little supplies remained. As a result, the concentration camps, too, could not get food, medicine, and other supplies to those who needed it, and a mass epidemic of starvation and disease broke out in camps like Auschwitz.”
>”Well, they could’ve-”
“And how do we know that they weren’t just holding those supplies back? How do we know they wouldn’t bother treating their prisoners? Well why was there an inmate infirmary, and a brothel, in Auschwitz if it was in fact a ‘death camp?’”
>”There was a brothel?”
“A brothel, a movie theater, a soccer field, even a pony farm. I shit you not, they were raising horses at Auschwitz. Why would you want your prisoners to be healed at all, and provide such immense creature comforts for them, if you’re putting them into a ‘death camp?’ If you’re going to kill them, why provide them a facility to be healed? I cannot stress this enough. The very fact that these prisoners had access to these structures proves that the Germans at least made their inmates comfortable, and did not intend to kill them at all.”


“And thirdly!”
>Twilight looks even more aghast in disbelief.
>”There's more?!”
>You raise your finger, and very passionately state the following.
“Thirdly, I like things in threes! So there’s that!”
>...
>An awkward silence follows.
>You groan, putting a hand to your face.
>Well it seemed like a good idea at the time.
>”Where-”
“did that come from? I thought things were getting too serious. I was trying to lighten the mood. I know it's stupid, so I try to avoid doing things like that.”
>You hear Pinkie suppressing laughter, and Applejack chuckling lightly.
>You kind of want to die right now.
>”Well, I appreciate the effort. Um, can we move on?”
“Please do, before I embarrass myself further.”

***

>To your concern, Twilight closes her folder, tucking it under her arm.
>She straightens her glasses, clearing her throat before speaking.
>”I'm going to assume that all your rebuttals for every one of these points are true. Not only that Frank is a hoax, but that Frankl, Wiesel and all the rest are just as fraudulent-”
>You shrug, cheekily interrupting her.
“Well, since every 'survivor’ says they were interviewed by the infamous Dr. Mengele-”
>She interrupts you, by speaking more firmly.
>“That stricter standards should be used to estimate death here than in any other historical conflict-”
>You object loudly.
“Hey, I just argued for fair treatment, not special treatment!”
>She ignores you, moving on.
>“That all gassings are probably lies, that an entire country employing people specifically for the task could not handle the disposal of three thousand bodies a day even though that's roughly its daily death toll today.”
>You shake your head.
“Not by dragging the bodies to an elevator by hand, which is what eyewitness accounts would have us believe.”
>She angrily holds up a hand.
>You get the idea, she’s trying to make a point.
>You decide to remain quiet for now.
>But it’s still fun to mess with her.
>”For the sake of argument, I will grant every premise you have so far put forward, as well as the forthcoming claim about the true meaning of Aryanism I've skipped over for the time being.”
>Oh, ‘Aryanism.’
>You roll your eyes.
>She stares at you with a disappointed look.
>“You still get nowhere.”
>What?
>You shake your head, confused.
“Beg your pardon?”

>”If the Holocaust never happened, Adolf Hitler would have wished for it, just as he wished for it in Mein Kampf and on the Reichstag-”
>Alright, you HAVE to interrupt that.
“Halt!”
>This is nonsense.
>You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head.
“Halt halt halt halt halt…”
>Sighing out your frustration, you gather your thoughts.
>You look up at her with an annoyed expression.
“Have you actually read Mein Kampf? Do you know the context of what he was saying? There are many different translations, most of which are written by people who are either buying into the official story of what National Socialism is, or just have a massive hateboner for anything Nazi.”
>You begin pacing again, lecturing Twilight.
“The Ford edition, the Stalag edition, and the James Murphy edition are all far more accurate versions than those translations which you can find in any library. Depending greatly on which translation you use, it may just surprise you how much different National Socialism seems from what the mainstream media describes. As well, from what I’ve read, while the Fuhrer certainly doesn’t have anything good to say about Jews, and he does seem to want to get them out of power, he doesn’t detail the method which he would use to achieve this goal.”
>You stop, looking at Twilight seriously.
“The Holocaust was never referenced in any translation of Mein Kampf approved by the Nazi party. Take that for what it is.”
>Twilight puts a finger up to her mouth in thought.
>But after a few seconds, she shakes her head.
>”That’s a Red Herring. Regardless of the translation, whether the party's eugenic utopia was to be achieved by a small amount of death or a large one, or merely by uprooting the European Jewry from their homes and deporting them en masse…”
>She looks at you judgmentally, frowning at you.
>“...a defense which only sounds reasonable because genocide is the first solution out of the door…”
>You roll your eyes.
>That was never a solution according to the original texts.
>“...it is still a wrong means sustained by equally wrong intentions.”
>You shake your head.
“But that is not the intent. The entire premise behind your argument is flawed.”
>You begin pacing again.
“It isn’t eugenics, but Nationalism, which brings ‘National’ Socialists together. A sense of patriotism, and a desire to protect your family, to ensure the survival of your people, and a future for your children. Hitler didn’t want a Eugenic utopia, something which you’d know if you read the James Murphy edition. Which, by the way, was approved by the Nazi party in 1930. He wanted a German utopia in Germany. The only reason he wanted to get rid of the Jews in any case was because of their ideology, and how it conflicted with the existence of the Germanic peoples.”
>Twilight expression turns accusatory.
>”It's still extremism. Nazism, like any extreme nationalism, requires a set of enemies with which it can scrub away the perceived impurities of its citizenry.”
>You raise up a finger firmly.
“No it doesn’t. It requires a healthy love for your family and fellow countrymen, and a desire to do what it takes to ensure the safety of your folk. Granted, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, but do you really think the people of Germany would be willing to commit such heinous acts?”

>She looks at you incredulously, nodding furiously.
>”I do! I really do! Given everything about psychology we learned in the immediate postwar period thanks to things like the Milgram experiment, the idea that widespread atrocity was uncommon in that situation is almost laughable!”
>Ah, the Milgram experiment.
>Quite frankly, you’re surprised no one’s ever brought it up before.
>You nod your head, considering your argument.
>But you don’t think you like the tone her argument is taking.
>You reply with an insulted tone, pacing as you explain.
“...I’m familiar with the experiment. I’m also familiar with the idea that those who are assumed to have authority will abuse that authority. But isn’t that true of any nation? Why single out National Socialists as the only ones who took advantage of this phenomenon?”
>”But-”
>She starts to protest, but you raise your voice, and interrupt her.
“And if you aren’t, how can you be so sure that those whom you accuse to do such a thing, were actually doing such a thing? Especially when you don’t seem to know what true National Socialism is, and only know what it is from those who tell you what it is?! The truth fears no investigation, Twilight! And I investigate everything I believe!”
>She puts her foot down and shouts at you.
>”You have yet to explain what it is that you believe!”
>Some of her friends give a resounding “yeah,” in support of her.
>You shout back at them, stepping forward assertively.
“Well no one's interested in what a Nazi has to say, are they?!”
>You turn to Rainbow and Rarity, glaring.


>A silence falls over the area.
>Twilight turns to her friends, where you’re looking.
>Rarity looks away, only looking slightly ashamed.
>But Rainbow only turns away with an angry face, giving a small "Hmph."
>Twilight looks down, concerned.
>But with a sigh, she turns to you with a determined look.
>”Then consider me interested. What exactly is wrong with Jews? You don't seem to believe that their trickery is genetic, and you seem to want their religion and culture reformed somehow.”
>You grin.
“Ah, and now we get to the meat-and-potatoes of what I believe."
>This is it.
>This is what you've been waiting for.
>At last, a chance to drop a huge truth on people who aren't aware.
"Allow me to quote you the former Chief Shabbatic Rabbi of Israel, who proclaimed that ‘the only reason Gentiles exist…’”
>You stop.
>With a smile, you hold up a finger as if to clear something up.
“...that’s people like you and me, by the way…”
>You finish your thought.
“... is to serve Jews.”
>The group of friends seem rather taken aback by your words.
>Twilight shakes her head in confusion.
>”What?”

>You continue speaking, clearing up the meaning of what the person said.
“And he means that we’re to be slaves to the Jews, and that’s why we were born. Rabbi Ginsburgh, in a quote from his column in ‘Jewish Week,’ says it’s moral for a Jew to murder a goyim, which is a derogatory term for Gentile, and steal their heart or liver, if a fellow Jew needs one.”
>There’s various degrees of shock and disbelief from the group of friends.
>Rainbow Dash in particular looks at you skeptically, her arms still folded.
>”Seriously?”
>You shrug.
“Though you won’t hear his words in any Equestrian or European newspaper, the words of Rabbi Ginsburgh were covered extensively in Israel, mainly ‘the Jerusalem post.’”
>”That’s a load of horse hockey!”
>You look over, and you see Rainbow.
>She’s adopting the bitchiest face you’ve ever seen.
>”How do we know you’re not just making this up?! Do you really think all these people are going to believe a word you’re saying?!”
>You look back, as Rainbow waved a hand to indicate something behind you.
>It seems your debate has drawn a bit of a crowd.
>Huh. When did that happen?
>Actually, this is a good thing.
>People are taking notice of your discussion with Twilight.
>You simply smile, and turn back to Rainbow.
>You then announce your next statement in a loud voice for everyone to hear.
“I’m quoting only from mainstream Jewish sources, and I am willing to prove every word that I speak. I will provide as much information as I can, so you can look up the articles for yourself. Who wrote it and when, if I can remember the information. If you don’t believe me, then believe the Jews I got my information from.”

>Rainbow still looks angry, but is placated when Twilight puts a hand on her shoulder.
>Rainbow calms down for the moment, and Twilight turns to you.
>”...Okay, go on.”
>You clear your throat, and begin pacing again, out of habit.
>As you begin to speak, your hand moves with the emphasis you put on your words.
“The most respected newspaper in Israel is ‘the Jerusalem post.’ One of the headlines, printed in 2010, reads ‘Yosef: Gentiles only exist to serve Jews.’ Rabbi Yosef is the former Chief Shabbatic Rabbi of Israel, and the foremost Rabbinic authority in Israel. His full statement, so we don’t get it confused is and-I-quote, ‘The sole purpose of non-Jews is to serve Jews. Gentiles were born only to serve us. They have no place in the world - only to serve the people of Israel.’ I didn’t know I was born to serve a group of Arschgeige, did you?”
>Most of the group stares at you in various states of disbelief, but the two that have been quiet this entire time begin checking their cellphones.
>There’s a yellow girl with pink hair, and another girl with hair that looks remarkably like bacon.
>You noticed them before, but this is the first time they’re actually doing something noteworthy.
>You continue on.
“Later in his Sermon, he goes on to compare Gentiles like us to a Donkey, by saying quote, 'Imagine if one’s donkey would die. They’d lose their money. This is his servant, that’s why he gets a long life, to work well for this Jew.’ I’m not a donkey, are you a donkey?”
>Though Rainbow and Rarity seem to be maintaining their outrage, your words appear to be chipping away at their resolve.
>It’s still too early for them to give in, though.
“Finally, and perhaps the most damning, he says quote, ‘Why are Gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they will sow, they will reap. We will sit like an Effendi,’ which is hebrew for  Master, ‘and eat. That is why Gentiles were created.’ Twilight, given this information, is it any wonder why I have a problem with Jews?”
>Twilight’s friends all seem to look to her for a response, while the yellow one shows her cellphone to her.
>Twilight looks at it, raises her eyebrows, but then shrugs while looking disinterested.
>”So? He's one out of a million. Who's going to listen to him?”
>You wag your finger, tut-tutting her for the second time in this discussion.
“Don't be so naive, Twilight. I’m sure you’re familiar with Lloyd Blankfein, CEO of Goldman Sachs? How about Ben Shalom Bernanke of the Federal Reserve? I suppose, with the words of Rabbi Yosef, that you can understand their philosophy, now. We work, they sit, they eat, and they take our money away. Oh, and they’re both Jews, just in case there was any doubt.”
>Twilight rapidly shakes her head.
>”Now that's just a coincidence.”
>You shrug, more sardonic than anything.
“To those who aren't in the know, perhaps.”


>Twilight stomps her foot in frustration, throwing out her hands to emphasize her words.
>”He's a kook! An outlandish outlier that shouldn't have an impact on anyone's opinion of the religion!”
>You merely shake your head.
”That's where you're wrong, Twilight. Rabbi Yosef is the head of the council of Torah sages and Shahs. Shahs is a coalition partner in the government of Israel. If that’s not influential to the majority of Jews in the world, I don’t know what is.”
>She shrugs as she struggles to find reason against you.
>”Okay, but that doesn't mean his views are popular.”
“You'd think that would be the case, but it's not. The concept of Gentiles being less than Jews...hell, less than human, is mainstream Orthodox Judaism. 95% of the Jews around the world are Orthodox. And speaking of kooks, Abraham Kook, and yes, that’s his name, religiously mentored the entire ‘settlement’ movement. And he doesn’t even believe that people like you and me are even human. He said quote, ‘the difference between a Jewish soul and the souls of non-Jews, is greater and deeper than the difference between a human soul and the souls of cattle.’ He was quoted in the book ‘Messiahs’ Donkeys’ by Seffi Rachlevsky. Kook’s ideas are taught in the Talmudic college of Jerusalem. The College itself is named after Rabbi Kook.”
>A look of disbelief crosses her face, especially after the bacon haired one show her cellphone to Twilight.
>She shakes her head, even as Rainbow rips the phone from baconhair’s hand.
>”That...no, that cannot be the case. How did such respected men get such hateful ideas?”
>You adopt a sober tone.
"Twilight, the Talmud itself teaches bigotry and hatred. They state clearly in a number of places that Gentiles are not even human beings, but it goes much further than that. A passage from the Talmud states ‘Tob shebbe-goyim harog.’ Do you know what that means?”

>You let the silence hang in the air.
>No one is able to answer you.
>You translate.
“It means ‘the best Goyims should be killed.’”
>The reaction of the girls is more of shock than anything else.
>Twilight, to her credit, maintains her position, trying to find a way to save face.
>”Now, that's open to interpretation...right?”
>You shake your head slowly, speaking with a sympathetic tone.
“Hate to break it to you, but Talmudic sages explain this passage by saying quote ‘The best of Gentiles should be killed, just as the best of snakes should have their heads crushed.’ Quoted from Funk and Wagnalls Jewish Encyclopedia, under ‘Gentile,’ page 617. I'm pretty sure it's cut and dry on what it means.”
>As you spoke, you heard gasps from half her friends at the idea of crushing a snake’s head.
>Twilight looks at you with shellshocked eyes.
>”But how can they believe something so hateful after the Holocaust?”
>You kind of feel like an Arschgeige yourself.
>Like you just told a kid that Santa Claus doesn’t exist.
>Well to be fair, you’re a bit insulted that she hadn’t listened to your rebuttals.
>You smile at her, adopting a patronizing tone.
“Aww, how cute. You still believe in fairy tales.”

>Your tone becomes more serious.
>More...hateful.
“Twilight, the Talmud itself has always been hateful. It slanders an entire religion, calling Jesus Christ a magician who is now dead in Hell, boiling in a pit of his own excrement. The Talmud then blazphemizes the Virgin Mary, calling her a ‘hairdresser,’ or prostitute, who had sex with carpenters. After it does, it proceeds to spew its venom at Gentiles, saying that we’re to be treated as less than subhumans, defrauded, cheated, and even murdered as civilians in times of war, though they be innocent women and children. Jewish attitude has been formed, and set in stone over the centuries, by the writings of the Jewish Talmud. Don’t you think, given this information, the time they’ve had to set a religion-wide doctrine, and how widespread and ingrained in society modern Jewry is, they might be orchestrating the history books for the past century?”
>As you speak, increasingly shocked friends show Twilight their cellphones to verify the information you tell them.
>But suddenly, she pushes them away, addressing you directly with a desperate tone.
>As if you’re the one who’s being unreasonable.
>”No. No, no, no, no, no. You’re making this up. Can’t you hear yourself? It’s like the conspiracy theory about the Illuminati! I mean, it’s the eternal curse of the Pharisee in a Christianized West! It's why Hitler's first treaty was with the Catholic church, why people blamed sickness on Jews infecting their wells in the Dark Ages, why the The Protocols of the Elders of Zion was fabricated, and one reason ISIS continues to crusade against the entire Western world! So I posit you this!”
>You see her take a deep breath, calming herself.
>Then, she addresses you in a mature and calculated tone.
>“You fervently deny that the Holocaust happened in the numbers we’re told. But if the Holocaust had happened, as sad as you might be over their human suffering, wouldn't you find in it a bittersweet victory? You have to admit, if the Jews are truly as bad as what you just said, shouldn’t you at least agree that they needed to die, if only to make a better world?”

>She brings up a good point.
>It certainly would be easy.
>But that’s a road you’ll never take.
>You shake your head.
“Twilight, I’m only going to say this once.”
>You look around, and sigh.
“There is no victory that involves death. I will be the first to admit how cruel and sadistic I can be when confronted with someone or something that rubs me too much in the wrong way. But I have one rule. Don’t kill. But if the Holocaust did happen, I doubt it would change my views, because I’m certain the Jews’ views would not be changed. That said, I still hold on to a hope, however small, that they can change, if given the chance. God tells us that no one is beyond redemption.”
>Twilight takes a moment to take in what you said, before formulating a response.
>”That’s...well, I suppose that I can respect you for that.”


>Twilight narrows her eyes, returning to her argument.
>”But even so, there's still the matter of why National Socialism should be used as a political system above any other. Taking the greatest hand-picked achievements listed by the Cascadian Nationalist Resistance, sourced from your picture you showed Applejack, we certainly don't find very much. ‘0% national unemployment’ is a bad joke; unemployment and homelessness were grounds to be put into camps, not to mention the war footing.”
>You scoff, folding your arms.
“I suppose you got that from sites that are very much Anti-Nazi, yes?”
>Twilight rubs her forehead, clearly not wanting to get into that debate.
>She resumes her rebuttal, ignoring that point.
>”Past that, anti-smoking regulations and national vivisection bans are just a matter of dictating personal preference to the masses in typical fascist style.”
>You shake your head, uncomprehendingly.
“How are such anti-smoking regulations and bans on vivisection any different from people putting up no smoking signs and bans on abortion? I myself support these things for my own political stance, but that’s a Red Herring. If the effort is to save lives, isn’t it kind of counter-intuitive to a genocidal belief?”
>Twilight thinks for a moment, before deciding that’s not an argument she wishes to pursue.
>”Well that highway system burnt itself out like all the rest of Hitler's resources as the war wound down. These are very basic, easily anticipated problems that jump up when things rest on a single point of failure, a defining trait of one-party-state fascism.”
>Well, that was partly true, even if it relied on faulty information.

>You decide to make your position clear, as well as correct Twilight’s impression of NS.
“Nonetheless, the Autobahn remains one of the world’s best highway systems, despite how burnt out it seems. And did you know that there were two parties in the National Socialist movement? The Brownshirts, and the Blackshirts. The Blackshirts wanted to maintain democracy, and implement National Socialist ideals through democratic legislation. The Brownshirts thought that the Democracy they were in was too corrupted by foreign interests and criminals, and thought a new form of government was needed in order to correct Germany’s course. I myself, am a Brownshirt. I see the corruption in our government, and the only way to get rid of it isn’t to legislate it out. It’s to pull it up by the roots, and install a system which will get things done.”
>Twilight looks offended at what you just said.
>”So you just want to end democracy, and install a fascist state? I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. You think your taboo political doctrine is something entirely new and good for the nation, but once you take out all of the things that would get a reaction from anyone, National Socialism is nothing more than socialism without other countries-”
>You interrupt her with an insulted tone.
“A flawed conclusion based on insufficient knowledge of the subject at hand, and a personal offense to me, but go on.”
>Twilight stumbles, before returning to her argument.
>”Uh...and flawed on those grounds as any other slightly non-vanilla flavor of socialism. Once the audacity of pointing to its few successes wears off on the listener, they can see pretty quickly why subsuming individual will for the good of the state is not a great idea even if it did give you great highways and perfect children.”

>You sigh, shaking your head.
“That’s where you’re wrong on so many levels, Twilight. You basically just attacked a strawman, a simulacrum of what National Socialism is. See, National Socialism is so much more than that simplified form you take it as. And we are nothing like those damned communists that took Russia from the Czars, killed 7 million at Holodomor, and raped their way across Germany to get to Berlin. I’d say I take offense to being compared to those degenerates, but I doubt you’d care about offending a Nazi.”
>Twilight tries to protest.
>”Now that’s not fair, I-”
>You hold up your pointer, making it clear you weren’t finished.
“Furthermore, National Socialism doesn’t limit free markets. In fact, it encourages free markets to form, but with a catch. The State has its own corporation, whose board of directors are either elected democratically, or appointed by a Fuhrer.”
>You hear a couple gasps.
>Some of the crowd seems to be taken aback by the word alone.
>You turn to the crowd, and clarify.
“Which means ‘leader.”
>Turning back to Twilight, you return to your explanation.
“The State becomes a competitor in the free market to help prevent inflation and keep prices low for the average consumer. You’re free to buy your bread from anyone, including the government. In that, it’s more like capitalism, but it manages to prevent a corporatist state by making it so corporations cannot buy politicians, since politicians are their competitors.”

>You take a moment to collect yourself, remembering how to best describe your ideals, and why they can be Socialist.
“The only thing that is truly subsidized to any large degree in a National Socialist state is the economy. There are no national banks. There are no banks at all. There are only state-run credit unions. The difference between a bank and a credit union is, ironically, the difference between a Fascist dictatorship and a Democracy. Members of a credit union elect the board of directors, whereas members of a bank have to live with their CEO, despite his values being different from theirs. In a National Socialist system, all the banks are seized by the state, and converted into credit unions. Again, this helps keep inflation down, and allows the state to control their own economy. Not like now, where Equestria’s economy is run by the Federal Reserve, which is a private bank owned by private investors from overseas. Thomas Jefferson placed economy as chief amongst Equestrian virtues, and famously said that National Sovereignty can be lost by allowing private banks to dictate the value of economy through inflation and deflation. National Socialism prohibits private banks for this reason. But look at who owns private banks, and tell me; what’s the one thing they have in common?”

“They’re all run by Jews, Twilight. Lloyd Blankfein, CEO of Goldman Sachs? Jew. Ben Shalom Bernanke of the Federal Reserve? Jew. The Rothschilds? Jews. The Rockefellers? Jews. And their control doesn’t stop at money. They control the media, through Jews like Robert D. Marcus, owner of Time Warner, or Jeff Zucker, owner of CNN. Entertainment? Bob Iger is the Jew in charge of Disney, Brian Goldner owns Hasbro, and Rob Stringer is in charge of the Sony Corporation. Even Social Media is controlled through Jews like Mark Zuckerberg, and even Google is run by Jews like Sergey Brin. You can’t tell me that the richest people in Equestria all being Jews is a pure coincidence, especially since Jews only make up 1% of our country’s population.”
>You step forward, making your last point.
“That is why National Socialism is so demonized. They want to control every nation on Earth through their economy and media, and National Socialism is the only government that threatens that control. As Nathan Rothschild, owner of the Bank of England during the Napoleonic wars said after enslaving England to its war debt, ‘It’s the best business I’ve ever done. So long as I control the nation’s wealth, I care not who makes its laws.’ And guess what? Nathan Rothschild is a Jew. A Jew the people of England worked, plowed, sowed, and reaped for, while he sat back and ate. It happened in England, France, and every other first world nation. And the only ones to fight back were the Germans, under Adolf Hitler!”