Anne Frank Center slammed for ‘comparing’ returning ISIS fighters to Jews fleeing Nazi Germany
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>Fake museum dedicated to fake individual says ridiculous thing that shows how trivial and nonexist their fake creation myth really is
The Pregnant ISIS chan remains in Syria.
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>your mullet and beer gut has grown 2 inches
haha very nice
These fucking kikes man. Chutzpah
>"returning isis"
no, these two words do not belong together at all
She falls in love with a Syrian regular.
Why are Israeli shills so obsessed with spamming retarded pictures like these? Watching Netanyahu and thousands of Israelis die this year is gonna be magical.
YO Donnie! I just fingered my butthole with Anne Frank's ballpoint pen! How like me now Hoss!? Fucking bigot!
Lmao the JEWS are forcing ISIS fighters into Canada.
The JEWS
Not a bad comparison if you think about it.
Anne Frank is 100% propaganda. Get a fucking clue.
Bara Alabed is the Anne Frank of Syria.
When Israel is invaded you're gonna watch your mother raped to death by Syrians and IRanians.
We should parachute all those sandniggers into Israel.
Strap a bomb to every one of them and wait on the LOLZ...
Kek. Iranians are gonna rape and kill your Israeli mother.
They're not wrong.
Both returning ISIS fighters and fleeing Jews are traitorous rats who need to be shot on arrival.
This is a subtle redpill.
bump.
ISIS is more than "like" the Jews.
death to israel
Anne Frank would be pregnant if the Confederacy had won the Civil War
Fucking kek
I’m not Israeli goddamnit
>stripping isis of citizenship
why aren't we just putting them in prison or better yet hanging them.
HANG ISIS LIKE NIGGERS NOW
"Human rights"
How could anyone believe that traveling across the world to murder innocent people and return back home as if nothing happened is a human right.
Oh crap, my id is the uk independence party
The only way that comparison makes any sense is if they viewed Jews in Nazi Germany as taking an active part against the societies that were hosting them at the time. That they were fighting for some shithole homeland in the middle of a desert while plotting and fighting for the collapse of the societies that had given them a place to call home. This is the only way to explain the comparison.
Other than that it's completely off the MSM mark, since Jews are seen by normies as having done nothing wrong and being stripped of citizenship for no reason. Whereas here its obvious to normies that ISIS fighters have done something against our way of life and state. This explains the normie rage.
kike
Ay user, how did she write on a ballpoint pen before dey wuz invented? lel
Ball Point Pen
Sounds like the Anne Frank center is woke on the JQ lmao
>subversive terrorist tries to infiltrate germany only to be defended by other subversive terrorists.
I'm tired of reruns.
yeah, that comparison is the only way it makes sense.
HEY EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS FUCKING XENOPHOBIC BIGOT!
because its essentially what jews do when they leave israel.
It's not 100% propaganda, I would say it's 50% propaganda at worst
I come into these threads once in a while as a bit of an expert of Anne Frank's story, because when I was a young boy I tried to learn everything I could about it.
The recent spin the kikes have been putting on the "refugee" crisis is simple
>If Anne and her family had been accepted into another country, they would have survived!
>You need to accept more immigrants so there's not another sad story like Anne's
The problem is, this narrative relies on you knowing only the bare minimum about what happened to the Franks.
When everything started going down and the Germans began to have a tighter grip on the Holland area, almost 85% of the Jews living there fled to other areas.
Otto Frank, Anne's dad, was all set to take his family to another country in Europe, either Switzerland or Sweden- but he decided at the last minute that he shouldn't do that
You see, Otto ran a store beneath the attic they hid in. In his store, he employed a mix of Jews and non-Jews. After his Jewish employees fled the area, it only left the non-Jews.
This bothered Otto to no end- he was worried that the goyim were going to run his shop into the ground while he was gone.
So, he hides his family literally right above it so he can keep tabs on the profitability of the business.
He had told all their friends that they moved away to one of the aforementioned areas, and nobody questioned it because it made perfect sense.
So if we consider the narrative of "LET MORE REFUGEES IN" with this new understanding of precisely WHY the Franks didn't flee, you can see how it falls apart.
Otto was a turbokike until the end, and now they're trying to cover it up.
how do you get service for twitter while you're getting bombed? why does a kid that young even have a cell phone?
>when you’re so Jewish you accidentally undermine your own claim of Jewish suffering to push an agenda
>he was worried that the goyim were going to run his shop into the ground while he was gone
The eternal kike
This.
Kek
>somewhere in the German-occupied Netherlands
>one early September morning, 1944
>a pair of lone men, sharpshooters are watching what appears to be an abandoned church in the Dutch countryside through the telescopic sight of a rifle before dawn, the only sound being crickets and occasional rush of wind
>C-47 transports begin to rumble overhead, right on time
>they spot several trucks speeding down the road and radio in to headquarters, reporting their presence
>the trucks abruptly veer off the road and stop in the front of the Church, several dozen Gestapo men dismount and begin stacking up the door
>just then, the sound of gunfire and screaming rings out from the direction the trucks came from
>the radio abruptly lit up
>"Hitman to Hitman-2, is that you engaging targets?"
>"Negative. That's the Germans."
>"Are you being engaged?"
>"Negative. Contact Raptor, that's coming from their sector, over."
>"Pappy, Reyes. Get the M1941 and punch out to that berm."
>"2-2. Roger"
>"Raptor, this is Godfather, what's your status, over?"
>"Godfather, this is Raptor, we're taking small arms fire in the vicinity of the Mumma Farm. Break."
>"Correction, they're not shooting at us. They're shooting AT the farm. Could be Dutch Resistance maybe? Do you want us to break cover and engage anyway, over?"
>"Godfather to Raptor, that is affirm, go get 'em. How copy?"
>"Raptor, solid copy. Moving to engage."
>unknown to them, a nine month pregnant, nearly ready to pop Anne Frank and Peter van Pels are fast asleep inside after a night of steamy hot sex in the nearby tulip field
>Peter, a light sleeper is awakened by the sound of gunfire and rumbling engines, although previously accustomed to the sound of weapons fire from a life in hiding, he realizes that it’s out of place since Allied aircraft rarely attack targets in the countryside
>he shakes Anne, enjoying her first beauty sleep in days, awake, telling her they need to leave
>as Anne is struggling to keep her eyes open, the door is kicked open and several Gestapo immediately begin flooding into their improvised bedroom, barking commands in German
>acting on instinct, Peter attempts to punch the closest Gestapo officer and is rewarded with a rifle butt to the face, breaking his nose and spraying blood all over Anne
>the German prepares to shoot Peter but is stopped by SD officer Karl Silberbauer, who had slipped into the room in the initial commotion
>when the Gestapo man begins to protest that a Jew dared to strike a German soldier, Silberbauer tells his subordinate that they’ve already killed enough people tonight and he simply doesn’t want to fill out anymore paperwork
>the German asks if he’s at least allowed to hit Peter, Silberbauer responds yes, and Peter is immediately struck in the face again
>Silberbauer then turns to the pair of lovers, still naked and disheveled that he’s been looking for them for some time
>he sniffs the air and his face contorts with mild disgust as he recognizes the scent, he looks down at Anne's stomach
>he audibly mutters under his breath "been making more of the Chosen People, have we?"
>Anne suspects that the rest of her family has been caught and immediately becomes hysterical, demanding to know what happened to them
>Silberbauer coldly ignores her tremulous cries and tells her she has two minutes to get dressed or else he’ll have his men drag her outside by her hair, naked
>Anne struggles alone to pull on her vastly too small dress, the Gestapo ransack her few belongings (finding nothing of value) and take turns kicking and punching Peter as he dresses himself
>after managing to get their clothes on, Anne and Peter are grabbed by the Gestapo and dragged outside, pushing and shoving her along without the slightest hint of concern for her heavily pregnant state
>upon seeing the Germans coming out of the Church with two prisoners, the sharpshooters immediately radio in an update to headquarters, requesting permission to take the shot, they are simply told by their commanding officer to “stand by”
>Anne looks out at the still-darkened sky but can see the outline of a smoke plume in the distance
>the sound of gunfire and scream confirms what she suspected, the pastor who had been hiding them had been caught
>as she is dragged closer to the truck waiting to take her and Peter away, Anne feels the baby kick, playing happily, completely oblivious to the torrent of agony its mother feels
>she becomes filled with a sense of maternal desire to protect her baby from a terrible fate, and begins kicking and screaming for someone to help them to no avail
>before being restrained Anne manages to turn around and catch a glimpse of the rising sun and is immediately filled with a sense of despair, realizing that this is the last sunrise she’ll ever witness as a free person and she’ll have to birth her child in a prison camp in god-knows-where, or worse
>as tears begin to well up, she begins to softly tell the baby she’s sorry for having failed him
>she notices with the corner of her eye a series of strange glints coming from the treeline just past the tulip field
>some distance away, the two sharpshooters are quietly debating amongst each other whether or not they should disregard their orders and open fire on the Germans anyway
>impatient and realizing the prisoners are about to be loaded onto the trucks, one of them tersely calls out over the open airwave that they only have a few more seconds before they miss their window of opportunity
>they listen as their commanding officer replies and about to tell them to shut up and stay off the net when orders from higher up come in
>"Hitman-2, this is Hitman, you are approved to engage those targets. Pass the order to fix bayonets."
>"Solid copy."
>the officer wastes no time in passing on the order, “Hitman-2 to Echo-Five-Romeo, you are approved to engage.“
>"Roger that."
>"Radio check. Go to secure channel."
>"Lock and load!"
>the spotter heard as the bolt of his comrade's rifle fed a round into the chamber
>"Let's hope these beat-ass old Pattern Enfields do the trick."
>meanwhile in the treeline near the tulip field, dozens of shadowy figures in unison begin attaching bayonets to their rifles, the sound of the collective clicks being drowned out by the kicking and screaming at the Church
>Holocaust themed organization arguing for the introduction of the one group that will finish what Hitler started
What.
>just as Anne finally reaches the truck, she manages to turn around again and holds onto the doors for dear life, looking Silberbauer directly in the eyes as he shouts for her to get inside
>"Range to target, niner, seven, niner. Wind, moving from West to East, quarter value."
>"On scope."
>the spotter quietly begins reciting the Lord's Prayer under his breath
>"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heav-"
>"On target."
>"Fire."
>before he can push her into the truck, Silberbauer’s head explodes, leaving Anne sopping from head to toe in blood, brain matter, bone, and part of his eyeball, the sound of the shot rings out a split second later
>Anne doesn't scream at first, as much as she wants to, the sheer amount of adrenaline pumping through her veins leaves her unable to so much as open her mouth
>"Standby for second target, truck driver. East, five yards, you got him?"
>"I tally."
>"Fire."
>immediately afterward, Anne hears he sound of breaking glass and the truck’s horn honking continuously as the driver slumps into the wheel, dead
>"Hit."
if you read the article you'd see they didn't even say that. op is a faggot who fell for a clickbait headline.
>AFC
That's two guys in an attic.
>Peter manages to break free of his guards, grabs Anne’s arm, and yanks her down
>the world explodes around Anne, a deadly volley of gunfire rips through the tulip field, the front rank of Germans drop dead instantly
>just as the Gestapo finally recover enough to respond, firing wildly into the tulip field in a panic, a second volley tears through them, killing even more than the previous one
>Anne finds herself holding onto Silberbauer’s body, still involuntarily twitching despite half of his head missing, as Anne begins to scream in horror, Peter grabs her and pulls behind the wheel of the truck as bullets ping off the open door above them
>the third and final volley breaks the surviving Germans, they turn around and bolt down the road, firing in all directions in a panic
>as Peter protectively covers Anne's body to shield her from incoming rounds, Anne looks through out into the whirlpool of confusion in front of her
>in the smoke and haze, Anne suddenly sees a line of men, in perfect formation, emerge from the tulip field they stop at the edge of the road, some of them fire individually at the fleeing Germans until they are yelled by someone behind them
>a flag Anne can barely make out flutters defiantly in the wind above them
>Anne can hear voices shouting in what vaguely sounds like English emanating from the human mass in front of her. “Drive those demons back to the Devil!” “After ‘em boys!” “Chase ‘em like dogs!”
>suddenly the order is given. “Charge, Bayonets!”
>with machine-like unison, the men drop their rifles to hip length give out a loud hurrah
>”CHARGE!”
>the men bursts from the tulip field, stamping down the road with mad fury
>their bloodcurdling screaming, hollering, and animalistic barking terrifies Anne even more than the gunfire, sounding like the demons from her nightmares, as if Hell itself had sent them
>the first rank surges past Anne and Peter and after the Germans
>the second rank follows
>but the third instead begins sweeping the area around the Church, shooting, stabbing, and clubbing Germans they find to be still moving
>Anne watches as the German who beaten Peter so viciously earlier has his skull cracked open with wooden butt of a rifle
>one of them ‘rounds the corner of the truck and points a revolver at the lovers, but almost immediately lowers and instead begin shouting at them to stay down before moving on
>the smoke finally clears enough for Anne to catch a glimpse of the attackers, they’re wearing gray
>thinking them to be Germans, Anne immediately panics and begins screaming in her former native tongue for them to leave her alone but gets a hold of herself
>whoever these men are, they’re are most certainly not German
>their coats are too long, they’re not speaking German, they’re not wearing jackboots or helmets, but strange hats, like the fedoras her that father is so fond of, but all-black with longer brims, taller, and with a brass or gold bugle on the front
>for the first time since she awoke, Anne feels a sense of relief
>a gust of wind clears away the remaining smoke and allows her to get a good look at their newfound protectors
>they wear long gray coats with red cuffs on the forearms and collar, three sets of buttons, and a half-dozen red bars running down the length of the buttons
>Anne immediately finds herself wet in the vagina at the sight of them, how beautifully they are, oh how she wished she could see her Peter wearing one
>another gust of wind blows away smoke of the remaining smoke
>Anne and Peter both look around in a mixture of terror and bewilderment
>the tulip field they had made love in not 12 hours earlier has been flattened by the boots of the soldiers
>dozens, hundreds of them, swarm the area like angry bees
>Anne can still hear their demonic screaming in the distance
>she hears human voices and turns her head to see three officers standing by a collapsed fence post
>she can barely understand what sounds like a poor imitation of English
>"Goddamnit, will you get your men the Hell back here? We don't need them running all the way to Berlin."
>"Roger that. First Sergeant! Run up there and bring 'em back."
>"Yes sir!"
>the man took off down the road, kicking up dust as he darted past Anne and Peter
>the other two soldiers started toward Anne and Peter
>Peter managed to stand up, but Anne remained stuck where she was, the baby kicked and punched in her womb relentlessly
>one of the officers, one with three solid gold bars on his collar turned to the other "Help her up!"
>but the one with two bars on his collar was already stretching out his hand to her, with Peter, they manage to pull Anne up
>Anne repeatedly says "thank you", despite being certain that the man can't understand her at all
>the three-barred officer asked "are you Dutch Resistance?"
>Anne simply starred at him, trying to process what he was saying, she was about to open her mouth when his comrade interrupted
>"Sir, I don't think she understands what we're saying."
>"Where's that damn translator, what's his face.. Harry?"
>"I think he's with Godfather."
>"Well call him up then."
>"Gotta find the radioman, where the Hell is he?"
>the officer turned to Anne, "just wait here a minute"
>just then, Anne saw some of the soldiers finally coming back, the first officer finally having caught up with them, one of them had three downward pointing arrows on his uniform and was carrying a flag
>without thinking, Anne waddled toward the soldier with the flag
>she caught a proper glimpse at the flag for the first time
>it was a red square with a blue X running across the center, twelve white stars adorned it
>she had never seen such a flag before, it looked… strange
>like it had come from another world.
>she suddenly realized the flag's peculiar choice of stars, they were all six-sided, the Star of David
>entranced, Anne’s lifted her hand and touch
>as she felt the wool fabric run through her fingertips , Anne felt herself overcome with emotion
>”You like it miss?” a jovial voice asked in English
>for so long, that star had been oppression, the yellow badges she had to wear day after day, branding her as a Jew, something less than human
>it felt almost alien to see that star on such a symbol of defiance
>without a second thought, Anne wrapped her arms around the soldier and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek
>the man managed to utter out of surprise, "well... You're welcome."
>Anne kissed him more and more
>Peter felt a pang of jealousy, this stranger was getting all of her attention
>the soldier saw the look in Peter's eyes, he knew that look
Stay mad :)
too true
>the three-barred officer asked "are you Dutch Resistance?"
>Anne simply starred at him, trying to process what he was saying, she was about to open her mouth when his comrade interrupted
>"Sir, I don't think she understands what we're saying."
>"Where's that damn translator, what's his face.. Harry?"
>"I think he's with Godfather."
>"Well call him up then."
>"Gotta find the radioman, where the Hell is he?"
>the officer turned to Anne, "just wait here a minute"
>just then, Anne saw some of the soldiers finally coming back, the first officer finally having caught up with them, one of them had three downward pointing arrows on his uniform and was carrying a flag
>without thinking, Anne waddled toward the soldier with the flag
>she caught a proper glimpse at the flag for the first time
>it was a red square with a blue X running across the center, twelve white stars adorned it
>she had never seen such a flag before, it looked… strange
>like it had come from another world.
>she suddenly realized the flag's peculiar choice of stars, they were all six-sided, the Star of David
>entranced, Anne’s raised her hand to touch it
>it was wool, up close the vibrant red background and blue cross was even more striking
>Anne's mind raced, part of her was utterly perplexed, what was this strange object that the color guard clutched tightly, as he were cherishing sacred relic? What did it mean?
>as she felt the fabric run through her fingertips, Anne felt herself overcome with emotion
>”You like it miss?” a jovial voice asked in English
>for so long, that star had been oppression, the yellow badges she had to wear day after day, branding her as a Jew, something less than human
>it felt almost alien to see that star on such a symbol of defiance
>without a second thought, Anne wrapped her arms around the soldier and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek
>the man managed to utter out of surprise, "well... You're welcome."
>Anne kissed him more and more
>Peter felt a pang of jealousy, this stranger was getting all of her attention
>the soldier saw the look in Peter's eyes, he knew that look
>he pushed Anne back gently, telling her that while he would love to stay and talk, he had a job to do and pointed her back toward Peter
>Anne rushed back to Peter and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight
>Peter could feel the tears running down her and dripping onto him as her stomach kicked and punched into his own
>"Everything's gonna be alright", he tried to reassure her
>one off officers called to a man with a large radio with an antenna sticking out, he wore a headset with a metal tube sticking out that ran along the length of his cheek and mouth
>”Get on the line with Godfather and tell him we need Harry up here now.”
>”Yes sir”, he spoke into metal tube, “Godfather, this is Hitman, we need the translator up here now, over.”
>he paused for a few moments, “Yes, thank you sir. Godfather’s already on his way.”
>several explosions went off in another direction, everyone turned to see the smoke and dirt rise up into the air.”
>”Is that ours or theirs?”
>”Theirs. Our artillery doesn’t reach out this far. We’re just got air support until 0800 hours at the earliest.”
>”Well ain’t that just peachy.”
>”We’ve got Arc Light on stand by in case shit gets real hairy.”
>”That’s good to hear.”
>Anne heard a rustling sound and looked up to see two men in strange suits covered in leaves and pieces of fabric emerge from the tulips
>both of their faces were covered in black soot or paint
>one of them had a rifle with a telescope on it
>they both looked more like wooly bears than men
>one of the soldiers in a regular uniform raised his fist, one of the men in the suits raised a pair of binoculars and they pumped into one another
>”Y’all got some?! How’d it feel to kill?”
>the sniper non-chalantly replied as he pulled back the bolt on his rifle, looking into the chamber, “I don’t know dog… Felt fucking good I guess.”
>”Man…”
>”I always try to live by my life the Good Book. But I can’t always stay in the Lord’s good graces.”
>the soldier spat into the dirt, ”I hate them filthy Kraut fucks.”
>”That’s what I love about you dog. You’re so fucking messed up…”
>”That’s how I roll!”
>they both broke out laughing
>one of the officers tried to hide his disgust, he pointed to Anne, “hey, that’s none of her blood, right?”
>”I doubt it, it was a perfect shot” the sniper replied, he turned, took one look at Anne and whipped out a handkerchief
>”Allow me”
>he wiped along Anne’s face and breast, cleaning away some of the blood that seemed stuck to her dress like glue
>”Sorry about the mess, didn’t have time to take a better shot.”
>at last Anne felt clean again, at least a little bit
>"Danke" she said softly
>a gust of wind rushed by, Anne could hear Peter’s teeth chatter with discomfort, the soldiers didn’t budge
>Anne noticed one of the soldiers stood perched on the fence, staring at her most sorrowfully
>he had not said the word the entire time
>he abruptly stood up, "Sarge, could you hold my gear?"
>the soldier handed his rifle to another and undid is belt and vest
>pulling off his accoutrements, he began unbuttoning his beautiful coat
>A voice piped up, "what are you doing?"
>he pulled off the coat, revealing underneath a white undershirt, the end of a tattoo exposed under his cuffs
>folding the coat, he handed it to Anne
>"Here, you need this more than I do."
>"Danke", she replied again, feeling the grey wool in her hands
>"You sure you want to do that?"
>"Who cares? I just get another when we get back to England. Besides, it was getting in that damn thing anyway."
>"Whatever you say."
>the soldier put back on his vest and belt, taking his rifle from his comrade
>another soldier approached her, with a metal bottle in his hand
>"Here."
>Anne took the bottle and took a longest drink she ever had from it, letting the water swirl in her parched mouth
>handing it back to him, the soldier handed then handed it to Peter, who took an even longer drink, "Danke" he said, wiping the water away from his mouth
>yet another soldier strolled up handed her a heavy wrapped handkerchief, "you'll like it"
>another one handed Peter a brown bag and a rolled up blanket, Peter at first hesitated but the soldier was insistent, "take it"
You guys like it so far?
>fleeing Jews
*blocks your path*
>returning ISIS fighter
"Let me give you a hand with that."
Waifu material
Same
>memes that i'm not familiar with are shills
fuck off man
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Based
Stay mad