Truth loving patriots gathered for a weekend in the beautiful Poconos of Pennsylvania on the weekend of the 20th of April 2019. I had the honor and privilege of being invited to speak. Here are the notes which I used for my speech, so it is not a word for word transcript of what I spoke, but quite close. My actual speech was a mix of speaking freely and reading from the script.
Once upon a time I learned there were political prisoners in a far away and distant land, where an evil dictator ruled over the people with an iron fist. Political prisoners – people who were imprisoned merely for the things they said, imprisoned for their dissenting views – these only existed very far away, never in our land – or so I believed.
January 3rd, 2018, they turned me into a political prisoner in a far away land…. they call it… the Federal Republic of Germany. Every school child in Germany is taught about their “Grundgesetz“, their foundational law giving them absolute freedom of speech. Their leader Angela Merkel has declared them to be living in the freest state ever on German soil. So, the arrest, the jail time, the trial, did I imagine it all?
Overnight they turned me into a “heavy hitter”! I have seen myself described that way in group emails or on social media, heavy hitter alongside such prolific authors and videographers such as Michael King, Michael Thomas Goodrich, and Dennis Wise. Now, I am very very small compared with them. Those men have researched, written and created amazing works. They each have contributed so much to our historiography. But certain “powers-that-should-not-be” did it for me, thank you very much! I didn’t have to do much. I just made a simple apology to my mother. They shone the light on that apology. They shone the light on me.
People apologize to their mothers every day, but they don’t become famous (or infamous, depending on whose perspective). I must have been at the right place at the right time.
So what was this little apology I made?… [I gave a brief summary] see: “Sorry Mom I was wrong about the holocaust“.
January 3rd 2018:
I had gone to Germany for Christmas to visit my brother Alfred, and then learned that a court date for the speech-crime trial of Sylvia Stolz was coming up. Curious to see what such an inquisition looks like, and wishing to meet this heroic person, we drove to Munich for the day.
Alas, I walked right into the jaws of the beast. How convenient for them, when they spotted me in the public gallery, to keep me in their clutches right then and there. The fair-minded authorities in this the freest state on German soil had not written me a letter in 2016 to tell me they have opened a file on me, nor did my cousins write to me:
“Dear Monika, we have reported you to the authorities, so perhaps you might think twice about entering our land, the land of your ancestors, in future.”
As they were arresting me, I declared that I am a free woman, that I am Canadian, and I challenged them about their authority over me. They said if I had wanted to stay free, I should have thought of that before I came to Germany.
It was my dear and loving relatives who reported Alfred and me. B’Nai Brith Canada likes to “take credit” for our persecution, and we have noticed that when they say “jump” the German regime says “how high”. Yes, but it was our relatives who betrayed us. I am not angry at them, no, they thought they were doing the RIGHT thing. But I am angry at that certain group of people who have “re-educated” them. A certain group of people whom we must not criticize lest we be called “anti-semitic”.
It was the British Black Propaganda Minister Sefton Delmer who infamously said in 1945 to the German Professor Grimm, that
Atrocity propaganda is how we won the war. And we’re only really beginning with it now! We will continue this atrocity propaganda, we will escalate it until nobody will accept even a good word from the Germans, until all the sympathy they may still have abroad will have been destroyed and they themselves will be so confused that they will no longer know what they are doing. Once that has been achieved, once they begin to run down their own country and their own people, not reluctantly but with eagerness to please the victors, only then will our victory be complete. It will never be final.
Re-education needs careful tending, like an English lawn. Even one moment of negligence, and the weeds crop up again – those indestructible weeds of historical truth.
My relatives think Alfred and I are making Germany BAD again and they were being GOOD by reporting our activities to the authorities. They think they have total freedom of speech — its in their foundational law, which every school child learns, ah,… but the holocaust is different. They say that is good. Total freedom of speech except the holocaust. That is good so, my relatives said, because Germany is GOOD now. Indeed, they are inviting the world in, inviting the invaders, the last big assault on Germany. And my cousins are participating, by their own misled good intentions. Alfred and I were making Germany BAD again. We’ve all heard that mantra:
Thus began Chapter 2 of Life After Sorry Mom, with my arrest, incarceration and speech-crime trial in Germany. Chapter 1 consisted of becoming an Expert on Ritual Defamation in my home town Jasper Alberta. That is the part whereby anybody who steps out of line on the prescribed way of thinking or the prescribed behavior, be it on holocaustianity, or perhaps vaccinations, or even one’s stance on sexual deviancy, if you step out of line of what is deemed to be politically correct by the hidden rulers and dictators of what we are supposed to believe, then you must be brought quickly into line. The ferocity with which this is done is simply breathtaking.
The holocaust narrative seems to be a particularly important one to the PTSNB (the powers-that-should-not-be), because without it, their house of cards comes tumbling down. The world is structured on the holocaust lie. Jewish identity is completely wrapped up in their eternal victimhood, and in particular the so-called holocaust, their trademarked holocaust, the 6-million-Lie, as I called it in my video, and am calling it that today.