I AM A TROUBLED MAN…perhaps a wicked man. I think my brain hurts.
I don’t give a fig about treating it. I like nursing it.
And though I speak as a Jєω—racially—I’m prone to superstition
 for I sail the high seas of Jєωιѕн censorship.
[Clip: “ADL and University of California at Berkeley’s D-Lab have been working to develop a new approach to tackle online hate using the latest methods. The goal of the Online Hate Index is to help tech platforms better understand the growing amount of hate on social media and to use that information to address the problem. By combining Artificial Intelligence and machine learning and social science the Online Hate Index will ultimately uncover and identify trends and patterns in hate speech across different platforms.We’ve just completed our first phase of research, and found that the machine learning model identified hate speech accurately between 78%-85% of the time. In the next phase of our project, we will look at specific targeted populations in a more detailed manner. We’ll examine content on multiple social media sites and we’ll identify strategies to deploy the model more broadly. While there’s still a long way to go with Artificial Intelligence and machine learning based solutions, we believe the Online Hate Index will help tech companies better understand the extent of hateful content on their platforms by creating community-based definitions of hate-speech.”]
Nothing sinister here, kind of like a vasectomy, a sterilization process, supervised by a shiksa.
So I reach through the crack in the wall and get out the gizmo that gauges the expanse between German ‘evil’ and Jєωιѕн ‘good.’
[Clip: “Elie, we gather here today with love and appreciation not only to remember you but to thank you, to thank you for the so many gifts that you bestowed upon us. Thank you for teaching us the importance of memory and teaching us how to remember.”]
I thank him too, I’m safe in my box, for not once did Elie mention “gas chambers” in his book, “Night.”
“Every Jєω, Elie later said, “should set apart a zone of hate—a healthy, virile hate—for what the German personifies and persists in the German.”
I like that.
He was frank, not giving a fig for Jєωιѕн censors, though h0Ɩ0cαųst hawking always gets a free pass. They made an industry out of it.
Don’t all lives matter?
Don’t German Lives Matter?
Here’s a victim of World War 2, a starving girl, a German girl.
There were many like her who suffered from Allied bombings.
But this is heresy, an ‘anti-trust’ intrusion on a monopoly.
And that voice of monopoly of misery made at least six mil.
[Clip: “He would become the most famous survivor of the h0Ɩ0cαųst but at the age of 15 Elie Weisel had no fear when his family was rounded up in Hungary by the nαzιs.” “To the very last minute I wasn’t worried. We had no idea that Auschwitz existed.” “That changed when he was transported by cattle car with hundreds of others.” “I knew it was something terrible, it was something terrifying what was in store for us.” “Trapped in a nightmare Wiesel sustained himself by keeping his father alive. This picture was taken after liberation. Wiesel is in the second level of the bunk next to the beam, he would later say he didn’t recognize himself.”]
Others don’t recognize him either.
Auschwitz survivor, Miklos Gruner, says that the man claimed to be Wiesel was in his thirties, not in his teens, the age Wiesel would have been at the time.
Gruner also says that there was no ditch with burning flames that Jєωιѕн babies were thrown into as Wiesel claims in “Night.”
But when launching a career sensationalism sells.
[Clip: “So Night has a career, which, I use the word career in an almost, in a, a poetic way, because the word career should not be applicable to this kind of book.”]
But you already said it. You speak with forked tongue.
Freudian slips put the subconscious on full display, kind of like shoes in a museum.
One evening my family was watching TV when Wiesel came on doing a dramatization of Jєωιѕн suffering during the war. It was one of his first TV appearances.
It was over-dramatized and kind of fake.
My dad muttered, “What the hell is this?” went to the TV, and shut it off.
We never heard of “gas chambers” in those days.
It came later when Hollywood started pumping out movies about it.
There’s a new-and-improved “zone of hate” today—a “virile, healthy hate”—that the ADL has taken its knife to circuмcise.
I am a troubled man, perhaps a wicked man.
I’m all for Artificial Intelligence but right now my brain really hurts.