Posts Tagged ‘hitler’
Drawing the flies was always loads of fun. Note the poor SS liaison, trying to not see.
This is why I enjoy George McDonald Fraser’s army stories over his Flashman stories. I get tired of brutal silly after a few paragraphs, but these stories are perfectly balanced. And recognizable. To me, anyway.
This is why I can’t review books — I’m always aware I have to begin it with: ACCORDING TO MY TASTE before going on.
Or, as the Jesuit who wrote the wine guide said: “If YOU like Annie Greensprings, then it’s good wine.”
I love this incident. It’s just Rommel’s style.
I bet Rommel thought he was out having nice dinners with “friends.”
You know, gay people would make good assassins. Straight people think they do nothing all day but the gay.
Udo’s in the same state of constant repressed rage a lot of us are, now. He’s got to throw a rock at SOMEBODY.
Once saw a clip of Hitler speaking. After he raved out a line, he got a huge cheer — then he flourished his glasses and raised his eyebrows like, “Well, they liked that one, let’s try the next.” He put his glasses back on and took a cue from the papers in his hand.
At least in his early days, Hitler was a lot more conscience of what he was doing with a crowd than a lot of people give him credit for. Give the devil his due — he was using a proven bible-beating style that had worked for decades. And he had that thick southern accent.
This happened. Everybody was going home from work and nobody showed up.
Sound like some other politicians didn’t have their hand on the pulse? And a population that was too busy to pay attention?
Winzig tends to throw himself whole-heartedly into what he believes.
No matter which side he’s on.
Those of you with German relatives know nothing stops them from arguing or expressing their opinions. We need to remember this when listening to American political debates — a lot of us are at least part German. God help the world.
Why — WHY — have we decided that a normal, natural way of sluffing out toxins is somehow absolutely wrong?
If we go ahead and cry, we’ll be better for it, and able to get on with the job. The “good cry” always puts the weeper back on his or her feet, refreshed and unbound by tension or depression.
Then again, our culture has decided sex and masturbation are evil. We are such a screwed-up species.
If we drive somebody to weeping, we might consider it just preparation for something we may not like to receive. And be prepared to do a litle crying, ourselves.
Oh, wait. I just ‘splained it to myself.
Of course Pfirsich has to dance around the subject. It could be lethal.
Lovely! Dead horse!
We tend to worship our bad guys. I simply refuse to be all “I am shocked, SHOCKED!” about how and why the stuff happened in Germany. It was right in order with world colonial history. Anybody who claims they can’t figure it out is just willfully blind.
As the Germans said, “Even the Kaiser has to go to the little room every morning.”
So does Darth Vader. I wonder what he takes for reading material?