Your theory is an extension of the Jew Niklaus Gruner's lies, untruths, and bogus guesses about Wiesel. It's a big mistake to follow this jealous liar's false theories.
I never bought Gruner's story, but have spoken to Gruner many times on the phone. After repeatedly pressing him to sue Wiesel, I gave up, and haven't spoken to Gruner in well over a year. Now Gruner has decided to sue a Hungarian Rabbi who invited Wiesel to speak. Absolutely worthless! Wiesel will never take the stand and the case will be thrown out. Gruner could have easily filed against Wiesel, and gotten the press that would entail. But I believe not suing Wiesel, but a totally insignificant rabbi is a sign that Gruner knows he's full of shit. Speaking of shit....
A) Gruner's Scat Lies - Fell into a latrine for 24 hours after "losing his mind" over the thought of being turned into soap. From Gruner's book "Stolen Identity" -
I was aware that they were going to make soap out of my fat, and a torch out
the rest of my body. By sitting and crying, I became so deliriously scared that
I lost my mind and not knowingly I fell through one of the holes in the latrine
my feet down. When I came to myself, I was sinking down in the excrement.
All of a sudden I started to panic and tried to work my way up to the edge of
the framework. Finally I managed to get to the corner and I was able to hold
myself up by hanging on to the wooden framework.
The situation I was in, the smell of the faeces, and the thoughts of what was
going to happen to me, kept me occupied, unconscious of the time when the
SS would start to search for me. When the time was up, I could hear the SS
shouting, the barking dogs, and other voices making a terrifying noise as they
dashed into the washroom, the barking dogs and the only thing I remember
hearing was the orchestra playing, the moving trucks and I thought that I hed
heard people screaming.
I started to come to myself. As I was standing in the shit, I realised that the
danger was over but that I had to wait until the situation became normal again.
The rush for the latrine began at five a.m: and I was the only living person on
earth watching this tremendous spectacle from below. Because the volume of
the shit was rising considerably and the substance I was standing in became
relatively warm and easier to make slight movements in to change position in
order to get ready for the attempt to get out of the filth in which I was standing
deeply in. By six a.m. the latrine was back to normal again. However I was
forced to wait until the night when I could get my freedom.
At six o'clock in the evening the spectacle began once again and lasted for a
couple of hours. By that time however the ammonia had got to my skin and the
reaction on my skin became hardly bearable.
About eleven p.m. I made my first attempt to get free. I made an attempt to
lift myself up to the edge of the opening ring to pull myself out of the filth.
Because the latrine's bottom was sharp, and leaning towards the middle, I
couldn't reach the edge, and in my desperation I jumped time and time again
to grab the edge of the hole, in order to pull myself out. Finally the first joint
of my finger got hold of the edge of the ring and my attempt succeeded. As I
was covered in shit, I went to the round washbasin, in the middle of the room
6 x 6 m., which was about 0.75 cm. high. Using the running water, I took my
jacket, and placed it on the floor and started to splash water with both of my
hands over the jacket. Soon after I pulled my trousers off and placed it on my
jacket and started to tramp on it until I felt that I had tramped the shit out of it.
After a last rinse I wrung the water out of my clothes with my hands. Finally I
washed myself, wiped the water off my body, put my clothes on and went out
of the washroom. Without hesitation I went straight to the barrack and knocked
on the superior's window. When he saw me, he started to break out in violence,
waving his fists, and then he threw a blanket at me through the window. It took
him about five minutes to come to the back of the barrack. He grabbed my arm
and dragged me to the hospital. Soon after I had been pushed into a shower,
got a white shirt, a glass of milk and was put to bed.
1) Niklaus Gruner believes Wiesel isn't a Jew.
2) Niklaus Gruner believes ANOTHER Jew named Lazar Wiesel wrote the Yiddish version of Night, "Elie Wiesel" stole it, and "the real" Lazar Wiesel didn't say a word. So does "ElieWieselConsTheWorld" and unfortunately, by extension, CODOH. If you talk to Gruner, as I have, he will make up stupid lies about "Lazar" dying in a car accident, Wiesel walking by and stealing the manuscript from Lazar's smashed car. Oh yes!
3) Gruner lies, mirroring Wiesel's bs holohorror stories -
Our attention was also drawn to the nearby burning flames. We were told that
our property that we had left behind at the carriages, together with the babies
in wraps, was now in the process of incineration.
This admission by the sadistic SS officer turned the people raving mad and
they were on the point of lynching him. In about 60 seconds, a force of armed
SS soldiers ran up and surrounded us, and we were beaten and then driven
by a violent force of exaggerated dimensions to a wooden barrack, which was
placed under heavy guard.
5) If you see figure 16 in "Stolen Identity", I believe after Wiesel and Gruner met in 1986, and Wiesel kept refusing Gruner's letters since then, Gruner came up with this Stolen Identity yarn.
Carolyn Yeager wrote: how can the revisionist community get the public to pay attention to this, the biggest lie of all?
I have said many times anyone can sue Wiesel, but they don't choose to due to personal inconveniences and I believe the underlying knowledge that they're wrong. Even Gruner refuses to do it!
That being said, there is no existing image which clearly shows the world's most famous Holocaust Survivor / Promoter's tattoo. What does this mean? Many people went to Auschwitz and were not tattooed, including Wiesel's sisters. Carlos Porter's theory is that tattoos were a post-war gimmick and no one was tattooed at Auschwitz. I don't know about either, but have not seen a clear image of Wiesel's tattoo, and of course the book Night and most of Wiesel's subsequent works are fiction.
Carolyn Yeager is a great example of how active Holocaust skeptics should be. But I'm very concerned that a great deal of Carolyn's activism is spent trying to support Gruner's lies.
So, you're right, there's not time for a "tempest in a teapot." I will ignore Mr. Warden from here on in.
