[From "Now Do the Showers"]

How many Holocaust claims need to be publicly proven to be lies by scholars before it is eventually concluded that the general theme itself is, at the very least, a fantastic exaggeration of a historical atrocity?

Herman Rosenblat received international attention for his tale about being a hungry little boy in a Nazi concentration camp who was thrown apples every day by a little girl named Roma, on the other side of the fence

Years later[…]Rosenblat met that same girl on a blind date in New York City and proposed to her on the spot

The only problem was, Rosenblat’s story, which he and his wife had been telling for 13 years, was a lie[…]

And at what point is it going to occur to people that all of these survivors telling ridiculous stories about their lives in the concentration camps tend to suggest that they, at least, weren’t there to be killed in the first place? After all, scholars have already determined that there was no “rollercoaster of death” at Auschwitz, that four million people didn’t die at Auschwitz, and that no one ever put a bear, an eagle, and a jew in a cage together anywhere on the planet, much less every single day
[…]
And forget the damning forensic evidence and the wooden doors. I figured out that the “showers of death” also had to be a lie when I simply thought for a few seconds about what would be necessary to make it safe for the disposal crew to enter them after a round of executions. After all, it’s easier, safer, faster, less expensive, and much more lethal to simply remove the oxygen from an air-tight chamber than it is to pump it full of poison gas, then purge the gas from it