Hi Hitler

I just got home an hour ago and after devouring 2 beef tostadas, I am now chilling out. Yesterday, out of great curiosity, I started reading a biography on Hitler. 80 pages into the book and the thing that has caught my attention of all things are that he was found to have had only one testicle.

So far, I see that we have two things in common. He was an artist who painted mainly postcard-size paintings, just like the size of my Little Girls. And as Ian Kershaw writes, “The happy, playful youngster of primary school days had grown into an idle, resentful, rebellious, sullen, stubborn, and purposeless teenager.” This description of him sounded a lot like me during my high school years. I remember my older brother once telling me that he always wondered what had happened to me, as he had always remembered me as a happy kid. Luckily, after time, I snapped out of the darkness and into the light.

I do wonder what it would have been like to just say, ‘Hi Hitler.” Not in salute but as one man to another, one human being to another. According to this biography, it doesn’t appear that he kept any intimate relationships.

On Wikipeida, I found this: “In order to salute, it was customary to raise the right arm at an angle so that the palm became visible.[1] The appropriate phrase that went with it was Heil Hitler or at least Heil. If one saw an acquaintance at a distance, it sufficed to simply raise the right hand.[1] If one encountered a superior, then the right hand was to be fully extended, raised to eye-level, and at the same time one should say Heil Hitler.[1] If physical disability prevented raising of the right arm, then it was correct to perform the greeting with the left arm.[2] The form Heil mein Führer was designated for direct address of Hitler.[3] The phrase Sieg Heil was used as a repeated chant on public occasions.[3] Written communications would be concluded with Mit deutschem Gruß (with German greeting) Heil Hitler, or simply Heil Hitler.[4]”

I just can’t imagine a man having had so much power and influence; he changed the face of our world. I will curiously keep reading.

The piece here is titled “Goldie Yawns in Iraq. It is inspired by Goldie Hawn’s role in Private Benjamin. Though I can somehow grasp the ideologies of why there is war, I don’t understand how one man can kill another. I don’t understand!

With a few days off, I will do some painting and, of course, more writing.

Peace!