I wrote a little article today.

Tuesday August 28

John Libby dragged along as Moses Al Abraham lectured him on of the history of the camp. John Libby soon asked a pertinent question: “Was the fence always like this?” Abraham nodded and said “This is how they kept the inmates in and hidden, they covered the fence with a thicket of leaves and such.” John Libby then happened upon a quandary “What if I were to make a fire next to this foliage and light it up, can I escape then?” John Libby had the happenstance of finding the old burning site. Abraham warned John Libby of the path he was about to indulge in “John Libby, only a goy shall do what you shall do, this is denial of the little history that has been recorded.” John Libby shook his head “Father, I am a 3rd rate Jew, I must know the truth.” John Libby began to collect logs before Abraham grabbed him by the hair which was fortunately a wig. John Libby screamed with an ire and began to slap Abraham violently screaming various anti-semite. Tm insults at him. Abraham snorted stabbing John Libby with his nose “You're one too, you Sephardic miscreant!” John Libby ended up strangling the Director of the Department of propaganda and later sold the post and the land. John Libby sat up in his chair, drunk as a skunk and said “I burnt it all too haaaa” then he rummaged around in his couch and got out a dusty Anne Frank book which appeared to be covered with cheap whiskey. “This is my hobby, when I am bored or very horny I write children's books.”

John Libby was acquiesce for a moment, draining his glass of all the fluids within and henceforth began to write while also speaking out loud. John Libby picked up a ball point pen and found a random page, scribbled it some and then turned to a clean sheet. Upon being asked why he did this he became irascible and said "It's for authenticity." As all know all Jews of world war had been hit by electricity while in the cattle trains and thus lost their motor skills. Actually Jews of WW2 had a separate "Motor organ" that was supposedly much like a third testical, fascist experiments got rid of this organ thus attesting to the lack of such an organ today. "We still carry the scars" says Goldstein, a multi-million millionaire who made his fortune through donations and Germany. Those who did not have such an organ tended to suffocate in the cattle cab and later were minced into nothing through manual bone crushers operated by the second rate Jews. "Usually Jews who could not fit into a gas chamber, the ones with too much fat on them, they had to manual work until they could fit. Germans also made them run a treadmill powered by Diesel. This was used to gas the other Jews. There tended to be about 500 Jews per 25 square meters so with 20 Jews a square meters a fat Jew was a big waste of space, much like a fat negress on a plane, it's disgusting to sit next to."

John Libby puffed on some Kools but then threw them out the window in an ire. "My inspiration is a b* with a short attention span! I can't smoke this n** shit and work!" Upon issuing this public statement Liberal protestors knocked down John Libby's door. John Libby became even more so crabby but told them veritably "I am a Jew so it's okay!" The Liberals then went to restore John Libby's door and build him a 22nd house. "I love when that happens." said John Libby and then proceeded to create his masterpiece. "July 25th 1943, today a German doctor took two of my uncles, cut their heads off and attempted to switch the heads by stitching the heads on opposite stumps. They then proceeded to run gargantuan amounts of electricity into the bodies making them twitch and yell. The Germans seemed happy with such results, they then cut my hands off and put hooks in place. They now watch me writing this and... HEIL HITLA HEIL HITLA! SEIG HEIL! <3." John Libby held his mused material up and spun the notebook around 722 degrees northward. Then he nodded and tossed it into a pneumatic tube that leads directly to "The media". John Libby then went to sleep.

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