Just Like Hitler

Schmidt is a name that might remind one of Hitler’s propaganda minister, Josef Goebbels

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When Chinese counter-demonstrate, they are always “bussed in,” the mood is “ugly”, and they are draped in intimidating red flags that can be made to look a bit Hitler Jugend-ish with the right kind of photo.

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I declare all political figures, past, present and future to be akin to Hitler.

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With his non-energy plan, Gore thus reaffirmed his commitment to Prince Philip’s genocidal scheme to reduce world population by 4 or 5 billion people, something not even Adolf Hitler could have conceived of.

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Churchill and Hitler as painters both look at the same facts and offer different interpretations. Same with Creationists and Evolutionists.

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Trouble is, if he knew his way too well, I would manage to convince myself that he was Hugh Grant, Denzel Washington and Einstein all rolled into one. Except better. When he was actually more like Hitler, or Pauley Shore. So I ended up in some “relationships” that probably should have ended at how-do-you-do. And then, still reeling from the last ill-advised thing, I always intended that the next one wouldn’t go anywhere and then whoops - there I was again. Going out with Hitler.

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Does this make sensitivity training akin to Nazi Germany? No! That’s f**king ridiculous! And that was the point they were trying to make. They would show the sensitivty trainer saying something about how different people think differently and then they would show Hitler giving a speech. What is the commonality linking Hitler and sensitivity trainers?

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For example, China’s draconian prison policies should engender the biggest outrage for any thinking person or the grudging admiration of any closet Nazi.

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I accidently gave a July P&G Gillette Satin Care coupon instead of the new August one. The coupon nazi of a cashier couldn’t just hand it back like I had made an honest mistake, she made a huge deal out of me trying to swindle her with an expired.

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You know what really chaps my thighs? I mean really chaps ‘em? Like wearing nothing but chaps as you dangle from a rafter at a gay Nazi bullwhip session in a remote clapboard barn outside of Sturgis, South Dakota? Nevermind….

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