Monday, November 30, 2009

Mussolini Monday: Alessandra Mussolini

If you do any research on Mussolini using Google, Alessandra Mussolini comes up right at the top of larger, vague searches. Alessandra is exciting! Period.
She defends her family's reputation with a sweep of her manicured hands, but insists her career in politics has nothing at all to do with her surname. Susan Chenery meets self-confessed fascist Alessandra Mussolini - granddaughter of Il Duce, niece of Sofia Loren, and the first woman in Italy to lead a political party.

I LOVE this photo of Alessandra, reminds me of my wife, who is the founder of this blog.

Sitting calmly in the middle of it all is a woman with long peroxide blonde hair, high black boots with vertiginous heels, a pornographic mouth, startling eye make-up and just the merest suggestion of a skirt. Did she get lost in the vast Rome television centre and wander into this hysterical political debate by mistake? The woman sits examining her fingernails but then her enormous green eyes focus on the camera and in them you see something unexpected. You see purpose, a flash of contempt, aggression. "I am not docile," she will tell me later, somewhat unnecessarily. "If I see that something is wrong, I will say so. I am not sweet." This is the face of the far-right in Italy. This is Alessandra Mussolini, 40, the embodiment of both the old and the new order; history remade in a loud and pouty package. Politics is in her blood; and a great deal of blood has also run through Italy in her family's name. Her grandfather, Il Duce, plunged the country into darkness. A generation of Italians grew up with his granite-jawed photograph on their classroom wall, his statue in the piazza. His iron grip was on every aspect of their lives between 1922 and 1943, as he attempted to create an Italian empire through aggressive nationalism.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Interviews with Friedlinde Wagner

From the Nizkor Project.
Friedlinde Wagner is the granddaughter of Richard Wagner and the daughter of Winifred and Siegfried Wagner. Her mother became interested in the Nazi movement about 1923 and was warmly welcomed by Hitler because of her family and the social contacts she was able to provide. Hitler visited the Wagner home "Wahnfried" shortly after. It was the first time that Friedlinde had ever seen him. She was six years old at the time but still remembers him very clearly on account of the costume which was strange to her.

Hitler wore his Bavarian leather pants with suspenders and the short socks which are not common in Bayreuth. He looked very funny to her and she was much interested in his mission. She does not remember what was discussed but she remembers that his teeth were extremely bad and that he was very awkward and ill at ease. The family talked about him after his departure and also found him very amusing. Winifred thought him a diamond in the rough while Siegfried considered him a fraud and an up-start. Neither one has changed their minds in the course of time. In the years that followed Hitler was a regular and frequent visitor at "Wahnfried" and it became as near to being a home as any he has contacted since his mother died.

The entire Wagner family addresses him in terms of "Du" and Winifred even to this day calls him by the nickname he had adopted, "Wolf". He seems to be very much at home in the Wagner household and has often stayed there without his guards. This was all arranged in the greatest secrecy and he usually came with his entire entourage early in the evening and then drive off to some Inn where all arrangements had been made and then later return alone with his chauffeur. When he stayed overnight at "Wahnfried" he usually occupied a small guest cottage next to the large house. In later years, particularly since he has become Chancellor, this guest cottage was not adequate to his needs and he has enlarged the original cottage and built another in which to house his staff.

The entire Wagner family has often been invited to the Chancellery and to Munich and to Berchtesgaden.. They have strict orders from Hitler that they must call on him whenever they pass through Berlin when he is there. The result is that they have all visited him informally a great many times and have seen him under unusual conditions. Hitler has always been very gracious to them on such occasions and has invariably invited them to meals or parties and encouraged them to prolong their visit.

There has always been considerable friction between Hitler and Friedlinde. From the very beginning she thought him amusing but never came under his charm. If anything, there has been a note of antagonism which, according to her story, has often been verbalized. This antagonism may be due to the fact that from the very first meeting Hitler seemed to be attracted more to her younger sister than to herself. He always paid a great of attention to the sister and he would do almost anything she requested. One has the feeling that there is an underlying jealousy which has not been consciously faced.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Hitler Thanksgiving!

I'm not sure who did this cartoon, but it's practically the only image involving Hitler, Turkeys or thanksgiving around. This Thanksgiving, we here at the Daily Hitler are thankful that we live in a country where we can do a project like the Daily Hitler, which is socially & culturally unpopular, involving a defeated enemy of the United States without legal troubles.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

You're No Hitler: Rat Fink

An ad by Pete Millar from his Drag Cartoons. July 1964, number 5.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Mussolini Monday: Mussolini's 'brain and blood for sale on internet'

From the BBC which tends towards tabloid journalism much more than i remember these days.
The granddaughter of Italy's fascist dictator Benito Mussolini has said that blood and parts of his brain have been stolen to sell on the internet. Alessandra Mussolini, a former showgirl turned MP, said she immediately informed the police when she found out. The listing, on auction site Ebay, reportedly showed images of a wooden container and ampoules of blood. Ebay, which does not allow the sale of human matter on its site, said that the listing was removed within hours. The initial price requested for the material was 15,000 euros ($22,000; £13,000). "This is very serious, these are the kinds of things we have to guard against," said Ms Mussolini, who was attending a seminar on internet crime when the listing was discovered.
Doctors' denial The BBC's Mark Duff, in Milan, says that Alessandra Mussolini is a colourful character in her own right who has remained doggedly faithful to her grandfather's political legacy. Ms Mussolini said that the remains were stolen from Milan's Policlinico hospital. After Benito Mussolini was killed in 1945 his body was put on public display in a Milan square. It was then taken to the hospital for an autopsy. However, doctors at the hospital denied any remains of the former Italian leader were kept at the premises, saying they were destroyed in the years that followed. A spokesperson for Ebay said that the listing violated its own regulations and was promptly taken down. "It was removed before 11am, a few hours after it was put online and before anyone had made any bids," said spokesperson Irina Pavlova.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Friday, November 20, 2009

NAZPLOITATION: Nazi Surfers Must Die

I'm pretty sure i saw this on USA "Up All Night" hosted by Gilbert Gottfried. It's pretty slow, but definitely worth it if you're doing something else at the same time. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles should have done a cross-over into this movie at some point. Maybe one day.

An earthquake leaves the California coastline in ruins and reduces the beaches to a state of chaos. A group of Neo-Nazis led by Adolf (Brenner), the self-proclaimed "Führer of the new beach," take advantage of the resulting chaos by fighting off several rival surfer gangs to seize control of the beaches. Meanwhile, an African American oil well worker named Leroy (Harden) is killed by the Nazis while jogging on the beach. Leroy's mother "Mama" Washington (Neely), devastated by the loss of her son, vows revenge. After arming herself with a handgun and grenades, she breaks out of her retirement home and sets out to exact bloody vengeance on the Surf Nazis.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


From the always entertaining Street Carnage, by the always entertaining Jim Goad.
My father dropped bombs on Germany in World War II, which immediately leads to a pair of conclusions:
1) I’m old as fuck;
2) My family probably did more to defeat Hitler than any of you faceless keyboard gayrods who ever called me a Nazi.
As a lifelong admirer of Judaica and an eternal loner who never joined any social movements, being tagged as a Nazi is both amusing and confounding to me. Winners write the history books and make the historical TV movies, so most Americans’ knowledge of Hitler doesn’t tread too far afield from the word EVIL. Our modern propagandists have snatched Thor’s hammer from the Nazis in order to pound your skull from infancy with the simple idea that Hitler was BAD, and to say anything remotely positive about him is to espouse a heresy akin to renouncing Christ in the Middle Ages. After reading Mein Kampf (My Struggle), I believe Hitler would have admired the simplicity and extent of our collective brainwashing. It’s hard to admit or deny you’re a Nazi when you haven’t even read the fucking User’s Manual, so I decided to go straight to Der Führer’s mouth and see what he had to say. Mein Kampf is around 700 pages in book form, and I read the entire thing on an iPhone, surrounded by blacks on Atlanta public transportation as I headed to work for a Jewish boss. After reading the book, I realize I share the following things in common with Adolf Hitler:
• We both wrote books and received fan mail in prison.
• We’ve both been gassed by hostile enemy powers. (I was tear-gassed in the pen, while Hitler was mustard-gassed on the battlefield in World War I.)
• Our fathers routinely thrashed us and yelled at us for wanting to go into faggy professions. (I wanted to be an actor; Hitler wanted to be a painter.)
• Our mothers both died of boob cancer.
• We’ve both been assaulted on the streets by Marxist gangs.
• We’ve both literally wiped our asses on official documents. (He used a school certificate, while I butt-smeared a book invoice and sent it back to the publisher.)
• We both hate the French.
• When an autopsy is performed on my skull, the world will know that we were both females.
Although Hitler was the 20th Century’s Greatest MC, his prose is disappointingly drab. I was surprised to find very little of what could be classified as seething, throbbing HATE in the book—if you’re craving a tract that just oozes with Jew-hate, you’d be better off reading Protestant kingpin Martin Luther’s On the Jews and Their Lies, written in 1543. Much of Mein Kampf presumes a familiarity with German history that’s far beyond my schoolin’—the Habsburgs did WHAT to the Hohenzollerns and the Jewish press twisted it HOW?—making it difficult for me to grasp certain specific points. But Hitler’s broader points come through loud as thunder. I hereby declare, in front of God, man, and any hate-monitoring organization who cares to add me to their Witches’ List, that I agree with the following points:
• Nature rules man, not the inverse.
• A nation’s intelligentsia is usually so far removed from the jungle, they’ve abandoned their healthiest natural instincts.
• Self-preservation, not compassion, is the noblest of these instincts.
• Individual genius, not majority consensus, has led to most historical advancements.
• The masses have always been stupid and easily swayed. Therefore, democracy is a sham designed to shield a nation’s financial overlords from personal responsibility.
• Tolerance and equivocation are deadly when you’re fighting a war, especially an undeclared one.
• Many Jewish propagandists endlessly berate others for “racism” while tending to be ethnically exclusive themselves when it really counts.
• Jews are really, really, really, really, REALLY smart.
Hitler’s main point—that multiculturalism is always fatal for the host society—is undermined by the fact that he’s mighty short on historical examples to support his argument. He states it as a foregone conclusion without bothering to provide much concrete evidence. Another huge point that confused the Living White Aryan Daylights out of me is his conflation of communism with “international Jewish finance.” I was under the impression that communism was designed to destroy capitalism, but Hitler acts as if they’re the same thing. Yup, Marx was Jewish, as were a disproportionate quotient of Russian Bolsheviks. But either my Aryan Blood is too mixed with Mud Blood to understand what he’s saying, or Hitler wasn’t making any sense by stating that Jewish communism and Jewish capitalism are propagating the same Dirty Jew cause. The book’s major weakness is the same flaw that taints all white-supremacist rhetoric that hammers excessively on Das Juden—it’s hard to claim you’re supreme while conceding that your “people” have been systematically duped by a smaller-yet-smarter opponent. I love the Jews, and I think Hitler did, too. A classic line uttered by a peckerwood named “Snake” while we walked the penitentiary yard sums it up better than all 700 pages of Mein Kampf: “I don’t hate that the Jews run everything; I just hate that they won’t admit it.”

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Monday, November 16, 2009

Mussolini Monday: Mussolini 'was jealous of kind Hitler's power and fame'

From the Indian Express.
Though Benito Mussolini regarded Adolf Hitler as a "very kind man, he was "jealous" of the Nazi leader's power and fame, declassified diaries of the Italian dictator's mistress have revealed. Claretta Petacci's journals, which will be published this week, describe a meeting he had with the German leader in 1938 after the then British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain agreed to Germany's annexation of the Sudetenland, 'The Daily Telegraph' reported. "The Fuhrer was very kind. At heart, Hitler is an old sentimentalist. When he saw me he had tears in his eyes," Mussolini was quoted as telling his lover. The diaries also show Mussolini was irritated by being regarded as a junior partner to Hitler, maintaining that his fascism and anti-Semitism dated back to the 1920s, before Hitler rose to prominence. "I've been racist since 1921," he proudly told his mistress on a boating trip on August 4, 1938, two years before Italy declared war on Britain. "I don't know how they can think that I'm imitating Hitler, he wasn't even born then (in a political sense)." In another entry, Mussolini rails against Italians in Italy's African colonies having relationships with locals. "Every time I get a report from Africa, it makes me upset. Just today, another five arrested for living with blacks. Ah! These dirty Italians, they are destroying in less than seven years an empire. They have no consciousness of race," he said. The book, Secret Mussolini, contains extracts from Petacci's diaries written between 1932 and 1938. They say Mussolini was madly in love with Miss Petacci, once telling her he mentally undressed her at the theatre and that he had a "mad desire" for her.She was just 20 when she met the fascist dictator, who was married with children and 29 years her senior. In April 1945, with total defeat looming, the couple tried to escape to Switzerland but were caught by Italian partisans, executed and strung up from a petrol station near Milan.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Black Gestapo

The Black Gestapo is a violent 1975 blaxploitation film about a vigilante named General Ahmed, who starts an inner-city "People's Army" to protect the black citizens of Watts. However, when the Army succeeds in chasing the mob out of town, Ahmed's second in command, Colonel Kojah, reforms the movement into a criminal organization with fascist tendencies. It was written and directed by Lee Frost, and stars Rod Perry, Charles Robinson, and Edward Cross. It features African-American men dressed as Nazis and even a brutal castration scene.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Axis of stinkers

Set of carved skunks with the heads of Axis leaders.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Nazi Regalia for Gracious Living.

From the National Lampoon, September 1973. LIFE Parody, Nazi Regalia for Gracious Living.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Happy Veterans Day

Here's to all those who fight for freedom.

Posters by Everett Johnson.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Dali & the Mystique of Hitler

While Dali was part of surrealism early on, i feel that he was at heart a pop artist. This has more to do with his intention, as opposed to the actual appearance of his work. Apparently, surrealism came complete with a political agenda, which Dali, as a bonafide eccentric butted heads with constantly. Contrary to political agendas & philosophical ideologies, life & art are about exploration, & this means exploration anywhere. I found an interesting article on "my studios" concerning more of Dali's exploration of Hitler & the consequences of his actions.

Born in Figueras, Spain, Dalí first studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts in Madrid and was influenced by metaphysical painters de Chirco and Carra while there. He equally admired the meticulous realism of the Pre-Raphaelites and French 19th century painters, he began to blend their conceptual styles and techniques.

Dalí transformed the definition of Surrealism, expressing the unconscious process of thought, dream,and associated realities through his paintings and drawings. An eccentric and masterful Surrealist in painting and in life, Dalí wrote his diary two years before entering art school in the early 1920's: "Perhaps I'll be despised and misunderstood... but I'll be a great genius."

Throughout his life, Dalí cultivated eccentric and a predisposition towards narcissistic exhibitionism, claimimg his creative energies were derived from it. The spectrum of imagery from fantastic to nightmarish visions which Dalí produced are the supreme evidence of these idiosyncrasies.

An excerpt from Dali by Robert Descharnes
"Furthermore, I saw Hitler as a masochist obsessed with the idee fixe of starting a war and losing it in heroic style. In a word, he was preparing for one of those actes gratuits which were then highly approved of by our group. My persistence in seeing the mystique of Hitler from a Surrealist point of view and my obstinacy in trying to endow the sadistic element in Surrealism with a religious meaning (both exacerbated by my method of paranoiac-critical analysis, which threatened to destroy automatism and its inherent narcissism) led to a number of wrangles and occasional rows with Breton and his friends. The latter, incidentally, began to waver between the boss and me in a way that alarmed him."

In fact they had long gone beyond mere dispute. Contrary to Dali's wishes, the Surrealists remained devoted to Breton, their iron-fisted leader whose every order had to be obeyed. When required to appear before the group, Dali showed up with a thermometer in his mouth, claiming he felt ill. He was supposedly suffering from a bout of 'flu, and was well wrapped up in a pullover and scarf. While Breton reeled off his accusations, Dali kept checking his temperature. When it was his turn for a counter-attack, he began to remove his clothing article by article. To the accompaniment of this striptease, he read out an address he had composed previously, in which he urged his friends to understand that his obsession with Hitler was strictly paranoiac and at heart apolitical, and that he could not be a Nazi "because if Hitler were ever to conquer Europe, he would do away with hysterics of my kind, as had already happened in Germany, where they were treated as Entartete (degenerates). In any case, the effeminate and manifestly crackpot part I had cast Hitler in would suffice for the Nazis to damn me as an iconoclast. Similarly, my increased fanaticism, which had been heightened by Hitler's chasing Freud and Linste in out of Germany, showed that Hitler interested me purely as a locus tor my own mania and because he struck me as having an unequalled diaster value. " Was it his fault if he dreamt about Hitler or Millet's Angelus? When Dali came to the passage where he announced, "In my opinion, Hitler has four testicles and six foreskins," Breton shouted: "Are you going to keep getting on our nerves much longer with your Hitler!" And Dali, to general amusement, replied: "... if I dream tonight that you and I are making love, I shall paint our best positions in the greatest of detail first thing in the morning." Breton froze and, pipe clenched between his teeth, murmured angrily: "I wouldn't advise it, my friend." It was a confrontation that once again pointed up the two men's rivalry and power struggle. Which of them was going to come out on top?

Following his confrontation, Dali was given a short-lived reprieve, but then notified of his expulsion. "Since Dali had repeatedly been guilty of counter-revolutionary activity involving the celebration of fascism under Hitler, the undersigned propose ... that he be considered a fascist element and excluded from the Surrealist movement and opposed with all possible means." After he had been expelled, Dali continued to participate in Surrealist exhibitions; after all, the movement needed Dali's magnetic hold on the public, as Breton well knew. Thus in 1936 Dali made his appearance at the New Burlington Galleries in London wearing a diving suit - to illustrate the thesis stated in his lecture concerning art's function of revealing the depths of the subconscious. At one point he appeared to be suffocating in it - and a panting Dali was hastily freed of his suit and helmet, to the enthusiastic applause of the audience, who supposed it was all a well-rehearsed act.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Mussolini Monday - birdhouse edition

An article in Creative Review showcases the work of artists Bruce Gilchrist and Jo Joelson, who have made a series of animal houses based on a selection of infamous dictators' palaces. Above you see their interpretation of Mussolini's Palazzo della Civiltà Italiana.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Degenerate Art by Salvador Dali

Painting by Salvador Dali, "Hitler Masturbating".
Article from the great Dali House blog.
The Deux Magots cafe in Paris’ Montparnasse district was a favoured meeting spot for the surrealists, so it may have been there where they held a mock trial to consider Dali’s crimes against the movement in 1934. He was, after a brief reprieve, expelled from the group. The members had taken offence at Dali’s “The Enigma of William Tell”, an unflattering portrait of Lenin, shown above, as well as his commercial flair, Andre Breton famously twisting his name into the anagram “Avida Dollars”. Breton called him a self-confessed racist who supported the fascists in Spain, Italy and Germany. Breton had seen Dali’s arrival in Paris six years earlier as just what the surrealists needed. They were by then already running dry of ideas. But Breton and Aragon saw themselves as sophisticates in charge of a motley amalgam of foreign buffoons, including the original “Andalucian dogs”, Dali and Luis Bunuel. Dali in particular oozed warped pathologies, and his surrealism, it’s been noted, “was dangerously total”. Dali, Robert Descharnes and Gilles Neret wrote in their biography, “enjoyed pomp and ritual, so he actually preferred monarchies to totalitarian regimes; the political Left was too drab and prosaic. To the surrealists he confessed, ‘Very rich people have always impressed me; very poor people, like the fishermen of Port Lligat, have likewise impressed me; average people, not at all.’ He regretted that the surrealists were attracting ‘a whole fauna of misfit and unwashed petty bourgeois’.” As to the Fuhrer, they quoted him further: “Whenever I started to paint the leather strap that crossed from his belt to his shoulder, the softness of that Hitler flesh packed under his military tunic transported me into a sustaining and Wagnerian ecstasy that set my heart pounding, an extremely rare state of excitement that I did not even experience during the act of love. “On the one hand,” Dali said another time with a completely straight face, “I had society, politely astonished that I was going somewhere that they could not go, and on the other hand, the surrealists. I was always off to where the rest couldn’t go. Snobbery consists in going to places that others are excluded from — which produces a feeling of inferiority in the others. In all human relations there is a way of achieving complete mastery of a situation. That was my policy where surrealism was concerned.” At right is the cartoonish “Hitler Masturbating”. Dali challenged Breton to convene the group for an emergency meeting “at which the mystique of Hitler shall be debated”. Dali showed up with a thermometer in his mouth, claiming he felt ill. While Breton reeled off his accusations, Dali kept checking his temperature. When it was his turn, he began to remove his clothing piece by piece, while reciting a prepared speech in which he explained that his obsession with Hitler was at heart apolitical, and that he could not be a Nazi “because if Hitler were ever to conquer Europe, he would do away with hysterics of my kind, as had already happened in Germany”. On yet another occasion he admitted that he saw Hitler as a masochist determined to start a war and lose it in heroic style. From Dali’s point of view, the surrealists’ leftist politics was dull and doomed. “Marxism is shit, the last of Christian shit,” he declared, and to be sure, communism served only to handcuff their imagination. Dali once made an armchair studded with glass vials containing milk — Aragon pointed out that there were too many starving children in the world to justify such a waste.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Hitler Kaput!

This movie (a Russian musical parody of Hitler's last days) is apparently not available on DVD in America, which is too damn bad, because it looks hilarious.

Guardian article from last year.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Hitler's Toilet

From Roadside America
Florence, New Jersey
Adolf Hitler -- is there anything we don't we know about this megalomaniac? Thousands of books, millions of Web pages, and countless grueling hours of derivative cable TV programming have led us to believe that no secrets are left to reveal about madman Adolf. But precious little has been written about his toilet. Hitler's dreams of world conquest were thwarted; his toilet was his only throne. Who knows how many of the Fuhrer's half-baked schemes were hatched on his hopper? Yet this priceless artifact is not displayed behind velvet ropes in some big city toilet museum. It is instead still on the job, flushing strong and steady, in the quiet Delaware River town of Florence, New Jersey. The late King of Toilet Seat Arts once painted Hitler on a toilet seat, but probably never dreamed that his work could have graced a suitable bowl in America. Hitler's toilet came from his private yacht, Aviso Grille, which wound up in a New Jersey junkyard in the early 1950s. "The ship had to be destroyed," recalled local resident and historian Dick Glass. "The government wasn't going to allow it to be set up as some kind of memorial for Adolf." Torn apart for scrap, the yacht's various pieces were scattered among the people of New Jersey and Pennsylvania. The toilet was purchased by Sam Carlani, who wanted it for a bathroom he was building in his auto repair shop in Florence. That was in 1952. It's been there ever since. Greg Kohfeldt, the garage's current owner, welcomes visitors when he isn't busy and accepts his toilet's fame with gracious bafflement. He'd much rather be known for his repair work than his toilet, which has been here since before he was born. "It's not something to be proud of, but it exists," he told us. "I use it to go to the bathroom." The bathroom occupies a back corner of the garage bay. Formerly white walls are stained with decades of splatter and man-grease. The floor's condition is unmentionable. A cardboard box, filled with magazines, serves as a library. Greg repeatedly referred to his relic as "a working toilet," and it's easy to see why. It's encrusted as only a toilet can be that is never, ever, used by women. "I'm not a good housekeeper," Greg admitted. "It's not pristine or anything." Looking at the toilet, one can't help but wonder whether sinister Hitler DNA is festering beneath its crusty layers -- but what genetic researcher would want to attempt the extraction? That raises the question: is this really Hitler's toilet? The Aviso Grille was 443 feet long, the world's largest private boat at the time. It probably had many toilets. "Was it out of his bathroom? I don't know," said Greg, perhaps looking for a way to lower expectations. Dick Glass took a broader view. "It was still Hitler's property," he said. "He owned it all!" Even if Hitler never used the toilet for its intended purpose, the dictator was notoriously prone to seasickness. There's a chance that Hitler threw up into this toilet. Greg doesn't want to sell the toilet ("If I put it up for sale, I don't have anything to use.") but for years he's floated the idea that he would give the toilet to anyone who would buy him a new bathroom. It's a humbling lesson in real-world Hitler economics; apparently no one has ever valued Hitler's toilet at the price of a half-bath. We hope that no one ever will. Hitler booty-fans can already see his staff car in Illinois, and his dog tags (supposedly) in Missouri, and his typewriter and beer steins elsewhere. But the most craptacular relic of history's most infamous maniac seems best right where it is, in an obscure corner of a state that Hitler might have used as a beachhead if he could have calmed his queasy stomach. Fascist tool? Not this Deutschland dumper. Hitler's toilet is on the job, serving sons of freedom with every flush.

If i'm ever having what i call "Hitler's Block" i just type Hitler + a random word into my search engine & see what comes up. In this case, i looked for Hitler & Toilet. Fantastic!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Reviews: The Daily What The...?

By Steven Heller in his "Daily Heller"
I thought I was obsessed with the evils of fascism and the ways the Nazis and Italian Fascists used graphic design to manipulate hearts and minds. But thanks to my powerful web browser, MirkoIlicoogle, I am now aware of someone--or something--even more fanatical. At first The Daily Hitler may seem like a tasteless joke or worse, but in fact, its webmaster says, the blog is dedicated to "Exploring Hitler, the Nazi phenomenon & related subjects in pop culture." That's certainly what I've done in a few of my books on the swastika and totalitarian graphics, among them. The bloggist goes on to say "This blog is not political or even moral, it serves only as a source for your daily Hitler. If we didn't do it, someone else would." While a questionable justification, there are indeed some posts on this blog that are worth reading and cannot be found elsewhere, such as the news story from September 3: "Secret Swastika: Idaho Courthouse Won't Remove Old Swastika Tiles." There are some rare artifacts as well, like a Miguel Covarrubias caricature (above). However, I do take issue with the August 25 item: "The Clucking of Morons," a critique of a critique of the Castle Wolfsenstein game, which attacks the critic for stating that the game by Activision glorifies the Nazis. Frankly, it does. Nonetheless, the specter of a Daily Hitler blog is at once revolting and fascinating, like the proverbial train wreck. For anyone who is concerned with the power of images, and especially, this genre of images, the blog is worth scanning (at least once).
Steven Heller is the cofounder and the cochair of the MFA Designer as Author program at the School of Visual Arts. He writes the Visuals column for the New York Times Book Review and the Graphic Content blog for T-Style; is editor of AIGA Voice; and is a contributor to Design Observer. He is the author, coauthor, and/or editor of more than 120 books on design and popular culture, including the forthcoming New Ornamental Type (Thames and Hudson). More information can be found at Heller's homepage.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Ass Goblins of Auschwitz

Wow, when i first came across this book's cover i was sure it was a fake but NO! Gonna have to get me a copy.

It's Monty Python meets Nazi exploitation in a surreal nightmare as can only be imagined by Bizarro author Cameron Pierce. In a land where black snow falls in the shape of swastikas, there exists a nightmarish prison camp known as Auschwitz. It is run by a fascist, flatulent race of aliens called the Ass Goblins, who travel in apple-shaped spaceships to abduct children from the neighboring world of Kidland. Prisoners 999 and 1001 are conjoined twin brothers forced to endure the sadistic tortures of these ass-shaped monsters. To survive, they must eat kid skin and work all day constructing bicycles and sex dolls out of dead children. While the Ass Goblins become drunk on cider made from fermented children, the twins plot their escape. But it won't be easy. They must overcome toilet toads, cockrats, ass dolls, and the surgical experiments that are slowly mutating them into goblin-child hybrids. Forget everything you know about're about to be Shit Slaughtered.