Arbeit macht frei: - Fredrick Töben

So we pretend we can change and move on, when in fact we essentially do
not change but are rooted in a circular lifecycle that sees us grow from
infant through to the various stages, then face the inevitable decline. Those
afflicted with an ever-growing appetite to taste ‘change’ will stay on the
merry-go-round until old age throws them off, and this is despite and in
spite of whatever cosmetic surgery creates an appearance of youthful vigour!
Others who are more discerning will alight and find themselves much
earlier in their lives and develop a worldview that sustains them throughout
their life. Many national socialists embraced a healthy worldview where an
organic appreciation of individual and society played a major role in making
sense of the world. Materialism and atheism, as that propagated by
Talmudic-Marxists fails to satisfy in the long run – hence its need to be
augmented with a false consciousness of class thinking and class conflict,
among other things, which is diametrically opposed by national socialists
who live with nature and not against nature and its natural processes.
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Throughout CTC breakfast was the prisoner’s domain: only in the Cell
Block and Dormitory was food supplied, and prisoners in the drug-free
cottages and houses had to cook for themselves. When my urine test came
back negative – as if it could have been positive! – it was my time to move
out of the drug-dependent Cell Block. But I requested that I be permitted
to stay in the Cell Block. It certainly meant physical lock-up time within the
confines of a cell was 8.30 p.m., but it also meant lunch and dinner was
provided. I am, perhaps unfortunately, not too interested in cooking for
myself. Hence I delighted in receiving the food from the prison kitchen.
Officers Kenny and Murray did their best to provide for the hungry, the
majority of Cell Block and Dormitory inmates. One prisoner, Rocco, with
typical Italian flair ensured that meals were more than just a meal. It was
obvious to me that the community of officers and prisoners running the
kitchen worked harmoniously, which was a surprise to me as cooks can be
temperamental and flip out for whatever reason. Not so at Cadell.
The menu pattern saw a Sunday lunch of roast pork or beef with baked
potato, carrots or pumpkin and peas. Tea time was always cold meat –
ham, chicken loaf, salami and salad alternating with potato salad. I noticed
that lovely salad – tomato, lettuce – came in large trays and there was always
enough for me to hoard a little extra for a nightly snack. On Sundays a
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