Before I get into the birthday wishes, I just received this photo of Britt, RW, and myself from RW that I thought I’d post. Aren’t I cute?
Is it really Hitler’s birthday again? It seems like it was just yesterday that I was buying a little mustachioed birthday cake that I burned down to ash, pissed on the smoldering remains and fed to my dog until she shit it out, then scooped it up and threw it in the trash.
The little failed artists and creators around the world have a role model. Maybe someday they can grow up and try to wipe out an entire race of people. It’s amazing how this little shell of a man managed to inspire a nation. And if it’s not clear, I am not a fan. The humor of my header is purely situational. The juxtaposition of a mass-murdering sociopath sitting next to someone eating ice cream from decades later is funny. That’s it.
While I have never gotten a single email or comment accusing me of being anti-Semitic, I’m sure someday it will happen. Some Jewish blogger, or some liberal with white guilt will come across this blog and be immediately offended. They’ll shoot off a self-important missive and pat themselves on the back while they try to contact my hosting provider to get me off the web. I relish the opportunity to reply to this person and explain that I love Jews. In fact, I’m so close to being Jewish that I can say “Jews” without it taking on a pejorative connotation (which it never should, but you never know). I love Jewish women, food, and philosophy. A naked JAP feeding me potato latkes while giving me a blowjob sounds just like heaven.
So, fuck you Hitler. You’d be 118 today, and if I saw you crossing the street with your walker, I’d clip you with my car, and then go in reverse over you and park on your legs. Then I’d demonstrate German Scheisse films on your face. Happy fuckin’ birthday.
Oh yeah, happy 29th birthday, Miss Ann!