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Dear Diary

YouTube has a lot of very funny Hitler take-offs, and while funny, make no pretense of being true, nor is it expected that anyone would think they were true. Verse-afire, however, is pleased to reproduce a true account of a Hitler interview with Josef Goebbels, the Propaganda Minister, deep in the Fuhrer Bunker in Berlin as the Russians closed in. The following is an excerpt from the Hitler diaries, May 1945, discovered by Verse-afire at a yard sale.



How did it come to this, my friend?

We had our fun though, did we not?

The country that we had to mend

The Reds and homos we had shot

Remember how we crushed poor France

Across the Meuse and to the sea

And then the Eiffel Tower dance?

Such fun, such joy to laugh and see

And Stalin, he was so afraid

He trembled at the thought that I

Would send my panzers to invade

That filthy land, that great pig sty

The English too, were on the ropes

My U-boats sank their ships at will

‘Til they were down to prayers and hopes

Just sitting waiting for the kill

Ah, Josef, where did we go wrong?

How did we let them off the hook?

This war has gone on much too long

The maps, I’m too afraid to look

Surrounded, Josef, east and west

By Yanks and Brits and Commies too

By God, I did my very best

It’s time we just said toodle-oo



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The Red And The Black

The greatest disaster of the Twentieth Century was World War 1, a war that saw entire generations of young men die for no discernible reason, a war that saw the end of European civilization and the end of five empires, a war that saw the rise of Hitler and Stalin, and the bloodbath of World War 2, from which the world has not as yet recovered. Yet it is always fascinating to wonder what would have happened had Hitler won his war against Stalin. What we do know is that millions of men died for two of the worst evils ever to befall humanity, Communism and Naziism.



Still dark on the morning of 22 June

The guns lit the sky with false dawn

And men in feldgrau singing gaily marched east

As the black met the red daggers drawn

They died by the millions for what you may ask

Beyond the sheer will of the men

Who set them afoot in the land of the dead

And would, if we let them, again

The red and the black both are dead and are gone

No memories are there for the young

The nations they died for are dim in the mists

And only the sad songs are sung


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Seventy Years Ago

Everyone believes World War 2 was won in May and August 1945, but they are wrong. World War 2 was won on 28 May, 1940, when Prime Minister Winston Churchill delivered the greatest speech of his career, persuading the War Cabinet that Britain must continue the fight against Hitler regardless of cost. That speech won World War 2, for it is difficult to see how the war could have been won without England as an unsinkable aircraft carrier and base for the invasion. Lord Halifax and others were all for making peace with Hitler, but Churchill alone saw the impossibility of living with such a peace. How difficult it would be for Churchill to return these seventy years later and see the sad state of the Britain he led so proudly, the sad state of a weakling and truckling under to a ragtag third world Islam West that defied Hitler and later Stalin. He would not recognize the place.



One now gets the sense

These many years hence

That Churchill, were he to return

Would not know the place

But show a brave face

With nary a frown to discern

But deep down inside

He’d know there’s no pride

In Britain like he surely had

The Muslims now cry

All the gentiles must die

And the burqua the latest new fad

Politicians vote no

On the army and so

With the ships and the planes put to rest

The country he left

Is now weak and bereft

Of the means to meet any new test

The Britain he knew

The proud and the few

Is gone, and would leave him quite sad

But his mood would not sour

He’d had his finest hour

And he’d scowl and say Damn but I’m mad!

Then he’d chomp his cigar

Seeing now just how far

His country had managed to fall

Then he’d walk with a sigh

Wave a grateful goodbye

To the men who had given their all



The Ideologue

President Obama has famously declared that he is not an ideologue. Of course he would say that, of course he would honestly believe that. He honestly believes he is not an ideologue, for to the left, the only ideologues are on the right. To a leftist, whatever he believes is truth with a capital T, and so cannot be partisan ideology by definition. The left believes with all its heart that the world would be a far, far better place if we would all just stop resisting and let them run things. It doesn’t matter to people like Barack Obama that wherever and whenever the Left has come to power there follows, as inevitably the morning follows night, murder and misery on a vast scale. Stalin murdered sixty million of his own people, Hitler murdered tens of millions of others, Pol Pot murdered one third of the people of Cambodia, Mao Tse Tung murdered a hundred million Chinese, and none of it matters because, to the Left, it was all done in a good cause.



You can’t be an ideologue

If you are of the Left

It’s only right wing maniacs

Of horns and hooven cleft

Who scream with spittle drooling down

And stomp upon the stage

Glennbecklike in their bulging eyes

Just filled with rurious fage

We lefties on the other hand

With calm collected mien

Have problems not with what we do

When we come on the scene

We hack right off the little arms

Of vaccinated kids

With ovens and gas chambers for

Those gross sub-human yids

We won’t allow to drill for oil

On land, so far at sea

A blown out well cannot be capped

You can’t blame that on me

We don’t believe in self defense

We think force is a crime

We don’t believe the sun heats Earth

It’s us who move the clime

We don’t believe that folks should work

For home and daily bread

Much better that they look to us

The government, instead

I could go on, the list is long

Of right wing wrong and sin

But why, there is no point to such

They’re out and we are in