There's also an image "proving" that Soros was a member of the SS, but even if he wanted to join (which is a stretch in itself), he wouldn't have been old enough, didn't have the correct "Aryan" heritage, wouldn't have passed the medical examination (think about it), and, oh right, isn't the guy in the photo. That's Oskar Groening, a Nazi who was found guilty of helping to murder at least 300,000 Jews at Auschwitz.
The most "damning" "piece" of "evidence" against Soros is an interview with 60 Minutes in which he talks about how during the war, he went to live with an actual collaborator who had a side gig inventorying property already seized by the Nazis. Soros' father (himself a rich man) paid a Hungarian bureaucrat named Baumbach to pretend that George was his Christian-as-they-come godson ... a plan that went swimmingly until Baumbach was asked to inventory an estate abandoned by a wealthy Jewish family, under the watchful eyes of the Nazis.
As one biography describes, it wasn't exactly a vacation for Soros:
Rather than leave his "godson" behind in Budapest for three days, he took the boy with him. As Baumbach itemized the material, George walked around the grounds and spent time with [the] staff. He collaborated with no one and he paid attention to what he understood to be his primary responsibility: making sure that no one doubted that he was Sandor Kiss [his assumed identity]. Among his practical concerns was to make sure that no one saw him pee.
A child who was frightened of going to the bathroom because he knew that he'd be killed if anyone found him out? Yeah, this guy sounds like a real f*****g menace, better watch his ass.
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