ThePodcastPit's video: Ari Shaffir s Skeptic Tank 22 - Holocaust with Nat Shaffir

Ari Shaffir's Skeptic Tank Ft. Nat Shaffir See Ari LIVE http://www.laughstub.com/Ari-Shaffir-tickets Grab Ari's New Special Passive Aggressive For Only $5 http://chill.com/arithegreat/passive-aggressive @arishaffir / http://www.arishaffir.com / Skeptic Tank https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/ari-shaffirs-skeptic-tank/id468293449 Support the Podcast http://www.amazon.ca/?&tag=arithegreat http://gamefly.com/ari http://proflowers.com/radio/default.aspx?autocode=Skeptic http://www.arishaffir.com/shop/ https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/revenge-for-the-holocaust/id560432246 Buy Tickets for Ari Shaffir's Shows http://www.laughstub.com/Ari-Shaffir-tickets Punch Drunk sports podcast http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/punch-drunk/id505021703 My father, Nat Shaffir, talked to me about his experience in the Holocaust as a young boy. My father rarely, if ever, shared any of this with us growing up, so I'm glad I got a chance to hear him say it. This was originaly posted on the Skeptic Tank feed on Deathsquad, but since a lot of people didn't know about it there, and being Yom Hashoah today, I thought it was a good oportunity to repost it. These stories are hard to digest at points but I think it's important enough to continue to listen despite any level of discomfort. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ogakl3481I Every year on Holocaust Memorial Day, sirens go off across Israel for 2 minutes. At which time everyone stops what they're doing, pulls over in their cars, and takes a moment to reflect. This was from today in Jerusalem. The Music Herschel Glick -- Zig Nit Keynmol (Partisan Song) Never say you are going on your final road, Although leadened skies block out blue days, Our longed-for hour will yet come Our step will beat out -- we are here! From a land of green palm trees to the white land of snow We arrive with our pain, with our woe, Wherever a spurt of our blood fell, On that spot shall spurt forth our courage and our spirit. The morning sun will brighten our day And yesterday will disappear with our foe. But if the sun delays to rise at dawn, Then let this song be a password for generations to come. This song is written with our blood, not with lead, It is not a song of a free bird flying overhead. Amid crumbling walls, a people sang this song, With grenades in their hands. So, never say the road now ends for you, Although skies of lead block out days of blue. Our longed-for hour will yet come - Our step will beat out -- we are here!