Get OFF It, Already!!!

One more reason I love superheroes...

but that's not what today's post is about!

Cute little baby? Perhaps... But it's HITLER!

 Studious looking young man? Maybe... But it's HITLER!

 Dedicated young soldier? Could be... But it's HITLER!

Yup. HITLER!

Only HITLER was HITLER.

Yes, there have been some other people in history who started wars, and/or did a lot of terrible things to hundreds, thousands, or even millions of people. (Or, rather, caused them to be done... but we're splitting hairs, here.)

But only HITLER was HITLER.

Barack Obama isn't HITLER. George W. Bush wasn't HITLER.

The policeman who wrote you a ticket for running that stop sign wasn't HITLER, either.

I'm not HITLER. You're not HITLER. All God's chillen ain't HITLER!

Just HITLER was HITLER.

And simply because someone disagrees with you, that doesn't make him (or her) f**king HITLER!

So stop it!

You know what I'm talking about. Or do you?

This is (purportedly) HITLER, too... and if so, it's

one of my favorite photos of the ol' bastard!

(And don't worry, fellow babies... Nobody's compared me to HITLER. Not that I know of, anyway!)

Thanks for your time.

Happy Ending!

(No, no, no! Get your mind out of the massage parlor! This is my third and -- for now -- final Nazi-related post.)

After all my recent talk -- as well as many comments left on my last two posts -- about the Nazis and World War II, I wanted to share this borrowed photo ("borrowed" from CelebrityMorgue.com ) of Hitler's remains, purportedly locked away in Russia. (And if you're wondering, the two similar shots out there showing "Hitler" with a bullet through his forehead have been pretty much discredited.)

Good enough for him.

Thanks for your time.

The Beginning of... (A "Theme Thursday" Post)

As I mentioned in my previous post, September 1st, 2009 marked the 70th anniversary of the start of the Second World War. World War II. "The Big One." Or, as I prefer to think of it, "The War to End All Wars: The Sequel."

(Hm. All things considered, that whole "the war to end all wars" concept didn't really take, did it? Never mind.)

Anyway, I'm going to tell you a little story about the very first casualty of that war. You may already know this story; I myself only learned of it a few days ago.

(The tone of today's post -- until the very end, at least -- is a tad different from Tuesday's playful little "gotcha" post about WWII's beginning, by the way.)

In the early evening of August 31, 1939, seven SS officers disguised as Polish citizens burst into a radio station in the town of Gliwice (Gleiwitz), a German town on the border of Poland. Ordering the station's guards and three engineers to offer no resistance, Sturmbannführer Alfred Naujocks and five of his six elite SS men watched as their seventh member, Polish-speaking Karl Hornack, spoke the following into the station's microphone: "Uwage! Tu Gliwice. Rozglosnia znajduje sie w rekach Polskich." (Attention! This is Gliwice. The broadcasting station is in Polish hands.)

The "news" that made its way across Europe was that the "Polish invaders" were eventually repelled by German police.

As "proof" that the attack on the station had been carried out by Poles, the SS had shot and killed a 43-year-old unmarried farmer named Franciszek (Franz) Honiok. A drugged Honiok had "accompanied" the seven SS men after having been arrested by the SS on the previous day, having been casually chosen for his fateful part in the Germans' ruse.

They left Honiok's body on the station steps, with a bullet in his forehead. He had been dressed in a Polish uniform which the Germans had stolen.

Franciszek (Franz) Honiok, the lamented,
seldom-mentioned first casualty of World War II

Hitler used this "attack" -- and other ridiculous stories -- as his excuse to invade Poland on the very next day.

In 1958, nearly twenty years later, when confronted with the details of the raid on the radio station, Sturmbannführer Alfred Naujocks admitted his role: "Yes, I started it all. I don't think anyone will bother about me now."

Unfortunately, Naujocks was right. In a severe miscarriage of justice, Naujocks was never to stand trial for war crimes. He died in 1960 (although some claim he died as late as 1966).

Sturmbannführer Alfred Naujocks (or as I prefer to call him, "motherf***er")

(If you're interested in reading more about this incident, you can click here and/or here.)

So, in "honor" of Uncle Adolf, Alfred Naujocks, and all the rest of those Nazi bastards, let's have a little singalong, shall we (with Thanx and a Tippo to Skip Simpson, who did the same type of thing in last week's Theme Thursday post on his blog)?

(To the tune of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band")


It was sev'nty years ago today,
Hitler needed an excuse to prey.
Seems he wanted to attack the Poles,
An' justify it by reversing roles.
The attack by Poland was a lie,
And Honiak was 'Dolf's fall guy!
But Germany still overran the laaaaand!

Thanks for your time.

Oh, Baby!

Awww, what a cute little baby!



Don't you agree?



Hmmph!



Little creep is more like it.



Sure, he looked all sweet and innocent then...



...but a little over fifty years later...



...when the "cute little baby" was -- naturally -- fifty years old...



...the bastard started something known as...



World War II!




This post, published on the 70th anniversary of the start of the Second World War, is in tribute to those whom Tom Brokaw has called "The Greatest Generation," both here and abroad.

Thanks for your time.