Tuesday, May 11, 2010

And Now My Favorite Feature Here - "It's All About Me."

About ten years ago Reader's Digest brought out a very large, "silver" covered coffee table book called "Our Glorious Century." It's 500 pages long. The glorious century they are talking about is the 20th. One of the aspects of the 20th century was the life and times of the most exciting man in human history after Jesus: Adolph Hitler. Hitler IS the 20th century. A one man wrecking crew and building crew; a single minded, unwavering-purposed engine of creation and decay; a mastadon of enthusiastic venom and music-driven happiness, a whirling turbine of wrath and enjoyment, anger and delight, propulsion and relaxation, compression and liquidity, pounding his way astride the continents, hurling his head like an indifferent and relentless C'thulhu and flinging civilizations against the walls from off his blood-encrusted tusks. A farting, body-odored cyclotron of brains, energy, frustration, dreams, know-how, cunning and fury, of fuming, fiery, ferocity and relentlessly-oncoming hate and vengeance, single-handedly enveloping the whole earth in war; a Thor on supermeth; a Hercules with a headache; a preposterous jew-killing jew;
a silly moustache'd homunculous in black leather sheen and swirling Roman cape of
conquest and empire; a snarling little yapdog with the power of an exploding galaxy in his mysterious aura and in the halitosis-enveloped commands inside his breath. Five feet, six inches of hate-fueled global authority. All by himself setting all others into action at his command and in obedience or else at his jugular with a level of anger by comparison he could only smile at in pity at its relative puniness. No anger could match his. He created fear across the globe in every single heart but never felt any himself. There simply was no room for fear in his heart or for anything else except recreating the world in his own image of perfection: white bodies: steel buildings: escape-velocity-conquering machines: and the personal creation of a race that would assault all of Space, in rule, and in conquest, and with Wagner, and with statues of Hellenistically-sensuous Germanic women without any clothes on. "Our Glorious Century" was the stomping ground of "Our Beloved Fuehrer." And in this book that documents and presents to us the century in which
Hitler and I were, for two years, alive on earth at the same time...we are in that book at the same time alive too!..... he; in various places, and me on page 265! Only there, I am not with him on earth for just two years, but in that book, Our Glorious Century, I am with him, Our Beloved Fuehrer - FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!. Nothing I have done and nothing I will do can ever surpass the feeling of contentment I feel when contemplating he and I there together on those pages, where we will be closer than Waylon Smithers is to Mr. Burns; forever.


At May 12, 2010 at 1:31 AM , Blogger HotPopRock said...

interesting post :)
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At May 12, 2010 at 7:24 AM , Blogger Backwater said...

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At May 13, 2010 at 5:34 AM , Blogger Backwater said...

Nothing like a black and white to bring attention to a couple of sharp dressed men...

At May 15, 2010 at 2:10 PM , Blogger jj solari said...

why thanks hotpoprock. i havent opened your relaxation music because i hate being relaxed. thanks though!!!


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