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Look, a second Jury Assembly Room! Before today, I couldn't imagine
that we had invested so heavily in the law business. Well, let's
follow the black woman into this chamber too. Again, after you my
dear. Where did you learn to walk so sensuously? Have you been taking modeling lessons? No, you haven't. You would not let your personality be devaluated to such extent. You are not the type to fall into the snares of those lecherous, scheming, bestial sub-men who want to infect your blood. Besides, you will not put up with anyone who represents ethics and morality as being outmoded. As you can see, this room is not as well-lit as the first Jury Assembly Room --people must doze off often in here--, but it is just as spacious. If you look towards the front, you'll notice that they have invested our money in a large television monitor with an integrated player. Ain't that thoughtful of them? I think that I'll sit behind you and carry on with my ruminations. Is that a book you're taking out of your purse? Very good! It's probably one of those racist publications, eh? I peek. Yes, it is. Today, you intend to read Jörg Lanz von Liebenfels' theory of asings versus afflings and other pathological sexual fixations such as that of the bandy-legged Jewish bastard who lurks in wait for the unsuspecting girl whom he defiles with his blood. A Jewish lawyer would argue in court that you are addicted to intellectual abuse and would try to lock you up for reason of insanity. Pay attention now, the black woman is talking through another public address system --we have plenty of money to pay for microphones, mixers, amplifiers, wiring and speakers here. She's reading to us. Yes, either she's able to read or she has a prodigious memory. Eventually, you'll have to give her credit for something. So, she's in charge of the Jury Panel and we are a "fair cross- section of the community." (Please, excuse her for she does not know what she says.) Our names were chosen randomly from the voting precincts. On one hand, a $l00 fine and 3 days of imprisonment can be slapped on us if we do not cooperate with the Court; on the other, we'll be paid $40 a day for jury service and 30 cents a mile for travel expenses. In a few minutes, she'll put a video on but, for now, she'll make coffee. We drink a lot of coffee here. A few days ago, I saw a ship carrying many trailers full of coffee beans come into Miami. Since the 27th Avenue bridge was raised just in front of me, I got out of the car to watch two tow boats guide the craft along the river. The "Atlas" was in front, hauling the ship by means of a thick rope. The "Tiburón" was steering from behind by way of another bulky line... and it took its pilot a lot of vector creation with sine and cosine components to keep the ship straight. I don't know why I tell you all this. Anyway, would you like some coffee? I'll have a half a cup or so. The black woman made good on her threat and put a video on. Santa Madonna! Look at that: a childish session of indoctrination on how to be an ideal juror. Oh, the ancient delight in the herd! Successful leaders have always believed in the educability of simpletons, haven't they? Why don't we teach these people the Calculus instead, so they'll understand why the radius of a tuna can is equal to its height? That's it for me. As lovely as your neck is, I'm going to seek refuge in that section up front, behind the coffee pot. I've brought a book too! You'd like this one. I'm walking now. I suppose that you are going to watch the video from that first row's seat you have chosen. But you are no fool. You realize that men and women have told each other, and believed, many lies. You can't possibly like that stuff. I'll stretch on a couple of chairs near one of the foci of this elliptical table way back here, read and, periodically, catch a glimpse of your sexy legs from the distance. Before I withdraw into the book, let me say that I am not trying to knock the law. I found my principles long ago and, ever since, I have been cool. True, I do not have strong convictions. My words must be taken like the notes played by Monsieur de Sainte Colombe --which must conclude passing away (chaque note doit finir en mourant). I discovered this publication in a South Miami's dusty run-down book shop. It's a précis. Listen to what it says: " At House No. l3 in Strones, in the home of Johann Trummelschlager, an unmarried servant girl by the name of Maria Anna Schicklgruber gave birth to a child on June 7, 1837. He was given the name Alois. Five years later, she married a miller, Johann Hiedlar. They were so poor that they did not even have a bed and slept in a cattle trough. Anna Schicklgruber turned her son, Alois, over to her husband's brother, Johann Nepomuk Hüttler, a farmer from Spital. Alois was legitimized "Hitler" 29 years later. " The Hitler, Heidlerk, or Hüttler family came from a remote and poverty-stricken area in the Dual Monarchy, the Waldviertel, between the Danube and the Bohemian border. Döllersheim, Strones, Weitra, Spital and Walterschlag were small, scattered settlements in a heavily wooded landscape. " Alois married three times. His first wife, Anna Glassl was fourteen years his senior; his last, Klara Pölzl, twenty-three years younger than him, had entered his household as a maid. She came from Spital. " Adolf Hitler, born April 20, 1889 in Braunau am Inn, in the suburban house numbered 219, was the fourth child of this marriage --only two survived. The family included the two children of Alois' second marriage. Adolf was three years old when the family moved to Passau and five when his father was transferred to Linz. In 1895 his father bought a farm of nearly ten acres in the vicinity of Lambach, site of a famous old Benedictine monastery where the six- year old Adolf served as choir boy and acolyte. Soon his father sold the farm and retired on a pension at age fifty-eight. He bought a house in Leonding, a small community just outside Linz. " We'll transcribe nothing of the life of Adolf Hitler after he became aware of the world because too much has been said about him, primarily by his enemies. It's time for the great man to speak on his own behalf. We shall let him finish the brief biography that we have begun. Hence, we publish this letter written from the other side. " To my enemies: " You conceived an unredeemable planet where greed and evil would rule forever. Today, you still endeavor feverishly to eradicate my views from man's memory. You intend to take possession of the world now that I lie in an unmarked grave. But you're mistaken: truth itself can't be terminated or sent into permanent exile. Like the spirit of Jesus Christ, my specter shall rise from the heart of the earth to haunt you forever. " I am the great artist who saw the image of his images sleeping in the canvas. I advocated your absence. Like the lion's will, I was hungry, violent, lonely and godless; yet, I was too much of a gentleman, too much of a kind soul for the ruthless world that needed change. I loved the earth and struggled on behalf of man -- that was my sin. "Men are not equal: thus speaks justice," I warned my people. " Wisdom prompted my heart to burst with pain: "Your god is a thought that makes crooked all that's straight," I said to you. "What can one create should your god exist?" " You were dissatisfied because neither the holy preachments nor the sinister stories of your wicked god would subdue me. I could not be blinded with your faith. Later, when you expelled me from your schools, I found freedom. " I told my mother that your Heaven sickened me and she understood. She knew that my life had a higher purpose, for she had seen me sketching fields teaming with bees and butterflies, footpaths shining under the sun among the meadows, dragonflies fleeing from the dawn, and freezing winds battering the mountain top. " On a clear day, my father was buried in the cemetery. I remember his long mustache. Soon after, when he could not longer protect me, I met the bourgeoisie in the communal schools. " 'This nation teaches its children nonsense,' I discovered quickly and flew away with my dreams. Bygone teachers were shepherds at best, simpletons who could not recognize the wolf hidden in the heart of a young boy who drew shades of intertwined grasses on his notebook. During those years, I read a great deal of History and ideals took shape in my breast. The heroic struggle of my race became my greatest inner experience. " As an adolescent, I lived in a magnificent city that lies on the banks of a blue river. I drew blonde girls with long hair and dreamed of them as seasons passed. " "How dare you keep doing that?" my confessor scolded me. "Ask God's forgiveness for your lust. Pray. I shall sleep one whole night on the hard cold floor on behalf of your soul." But I said to myself as I left the church forever: "I'd rather sleep with the blonde girls and risk damnation." " I was refused entrance to the Art Academy. What a blow! The old professors rejected my genius because it did not fit into their narrow guidelines. The great artist within my soul was dispirited and I felt dejected. Then, in the mist of my desperation, a god spoke very softly to my ear: "It's been foreordained that you shall rise above them, dear Adolf. Go on with your laudable life." " And I continued to read those works that inflame the mind with noble ideas and make the eyes glitter with enthusiasm. In my room, I polished my dreams quietly, deliberating about the world around me. Daily, I attended the parliamentary sessions and listened to the intrepid oratory of the discerning. My spirit would soar by day among the inspired speeches and, in the evenings, as I rested silently on my bed, idealistic words prompted by noble feelings for my race effervesced in my restless mind. " A voracious newspaper reader, I leant soon enough to recognize the foul legends dished up in the Jewish Press --the brutal daily press of profiteers in a vicious economic system. I uncovered the superficial chatter and the false sentimentality of trashy films and the yellow press. I looked angrily upon the awful mass- seduction of liberal democracy. I inveighed against the melting pot and the paralysing ideas of profession and position advocated by the bourgeoisie. " I prepared for war against the morally poisoned Jew, with his head full of lice, who shuns no villainy. Divested of the idealistic attitude by his god, he is led by nothing but the naked egoism of the individual. He is a parasite in the body of other people. He arouses the opinion that he is not a people but a religious community --and he lies. Because of his idealistic deficiency, he searches after a profitable life in this world. He is active as a middleman, never as a producer. He introduces interest, degrades the soil to a level of a commodity to be traded and imposes the blood-sucking tyranny of finance and commerce. Moreover, he approaches the government with intent to plunder everyone. " Some times, however, I dimmed the lights and plunged into a world of operas within my soul to watch my star dance and shine. Amongst mighty oak woods of the Black Forest, amongst violet patches and grasslands by the Bavarian lakes or by the shores of the North Sea, I would meet my tall blonde women: Signy, Brynhild, Gudrun and the many frost damsels. I had them all in my dreams. " Yet, some times, my heart would throb madly and sleep would leave my eyes. I was tormented by a recurring nightmare: one of my blonde maidens had fallen in the arms of a dark man with kinky hair --that horrible khazar who screamed in the market place! And I understood that I would have to deal with him once and for all. " My dear mother passed away one day. Deprived of her assistance, marred by poverty and uncertain to earn a living, I had to leave my room and take refuge with homeless men and beggars. Life enfolded me in her heartless arms. I realized then how the struggle to rise above one's position kills all pity. " I earned a few coins selling my drawings. The populace, however, overlooked this artist's achievements because no authorized opinion looked favorably upon his work --as if I needed permission to have talent! Eventually, I said to myself: "It's useless to call upon man's spirit presenting fine art to his eyes; to win man over to a cause, one must excite his obsessions." " Working by day as a painter, I saw and heard and felt in my heart the hatred that drives society's wheels. I endured cruel hunger and met very disillusioned people. I witnessed how those favored by chance look upon the less fortunate with disdain. What I learnt was so horrible that I awoke to a new existence with the sound of a tempest aroused by my own grievance. And I claimed for the Savior, the Arioheroiker who'd come to do battle against the owners of the world --those who had thronged into the professions, exerted a dominant influence upon the press and controlled all the major banks and industry. " When peace disintegrated, I felt great joy in my heart. I left the nation that had afflicted my soul making me share a common name with so many worthless strains. I sought an Aryan enclave from where to lunge into battle. " Not even your many lies can deny or conceal that I fought with valor and tenacity and obtained the recognition of my people. Covered with honor, I walked the battle fields among ragged beech trees and violets covered with blood. I watched heroes agonize and die under skies quivering with engines' roar and cannon's blasts. And I prevailed on a land swarming with corpses. The Arioheroiker had found his flesh and his blood in me. " After a dreadful war of betrayal, the noble surrendered to the rotten. But for me, the war never ended. " Approaching thirty years of age, I moved to an Aryan city to fashion my own glory and to transform a decaying society. I deliberated on the state of affairs in public cafes and private clubs, realizing the effectiveness of enkindling oratory. I proved finally that, just as I had suspected, the masses can be won over with loud discourses. " To sail into the future, I deployed my wings in the powerful breeze of the time. I believe that angels as well as devils were jealous of me during those wonderful days. I alerted the people to expect fire from the sky and the stink of death on the ground. And they felt strong again with dreams of greatness. The men of the fatherland believed in themselves once more. " Enjoying the company of a patriot who composed poetry to the Aryan race, I visited Berlin, the City of Lights, for the first time in my life. We flew in an airplane, that formidable mechanical bird whose eggs destroy old temples and ancient palaces. During that memorable flight, I designed the symbol of our movement, the swastika --a cross that implies neither abdication nor suffering. " I had come down to the trenches and to the streets proclaiming Nietzsche's reality: "Man is not an end but a crossing." Nietzsche had pined for a superior race of men. Like him, I submitted that man must create his own spark and blaze, never permitting his own suffering or his own inadequacy to fill his mind with futile otherworldly hopes. "The weak and the sick have invented Heaven and Redemption," I proclaimed too. "Man despises man when he can no longer overcome himself through his own creations." " As I won the will of the people with echoes of an old grief that had awaked me to reality long before, my ego flourished. And our enemies trembled. I would remember often Nietzsche's words: "Whatever makes you triumph and dominate others is the highest, the foremost, the measure and relevance of all things." " And the boy born in the mountain village of Braunau --or do you, wicked bastards, fear that it was Bethlehem?-- reached the summit and became one with his own destiny. " I brought a storm of hot passions to men rapt in the struggle for their own existence, to noble souls compelled by the human condition to forsake their people. I made them realize that the tenacious manipulator, the hidden wirepuller, the Jew is the only foe. " And when I overcame my political adversaries, I brought honor to the fatherland. My people felt immense pride once again. I devoted my efforts to the eradication of hunger and misery from our soil. I placed significance in the word "personality" once more. I crushed the barren simpletons spawned in the ballot box. " You, the enemies of all races, you who sneak your way into our lives, like drones, and make others work for your greed, you who form a state within a state, you who transform nations based on work and culture into colonies of parasites... you trembled when we disregarded gold after sighting an inexhaustible fountain of riches in man's own two hands, in his labor. You, horrible trash, spiritual pestilence, scoundrels who wish that nations were not held together by a common blood but by greed alone, still maintain that I committed a majestic sin when I turned into Heaven what the Creator had designated Hell. Is it for such reason that some call me Prometheus? " No legal judicial authority existed for the elimination of the evil subhumans who speak always in a language that conceals their thoughts --those heinous khazars who yell in the shops. But we knew all-too-well that the great masters of the wile, who had sought to establish the rule of international capital to drown the rest of us in a morass, had to perish. The fate of that leech of all nations, who has imposed a bread's yoke on mankind, was to be decided by superior power. We were always freedom's champions. " I unleashed mechanical birds, armored chariots and the supermen of my race against our enemies' henchmen and those whose criminal stupidity deserves no clemency. Again, we conquered by the sword sod for the plow. We obliterated those who endeavor to ruin the white race by bastardization and those who intend to entomb our most sublime concepts. Only a magnificent race can clearly ascertain: "Greatness does not negotiate or compromise." " We had pushed dauntlessly towards confrontation and fought like lions. The formidable strength of our warriors crushed opposing armies and strewed blood and semen over all the disputed lands of the earth. And the Aryans' white, red and black banner flew over many nations. " Horrified of our triumph, my opponents mounted a colossal propagandistic onslaught. And it was to be the plight of civilized men that such a barrage of lies and slanders should have prospered. Through the so-called public opinion, the hissing of the Jewish viper incited all nations of the earth to make war to us. " Countless brave warriors of our race died in far away lands. Many others returned mangled and thwarted to fortify the fatherland against a wrathful invasion of wicked and unseeing European kinsmen. "We came close to victory, Otto Hahn!" " Barbaric enemies from the East surrounded the City of Lights. Many of you stood by cherishing in your hearts a secret joy when women of good race were being besmirched by brutes. You wanted to see us lower the sacred ensign that the heroes of our race had once hoisted over the heads of our foes. You yearned to sit as judges of your own cause. You hoped to parade this great man around your capitals and then condemn him ceremoniously, proclaiming that "justice" should be an honest name for your vengeance. " My friends rendered a delusory demise for myself and a photographer's daughter in a bunker while we escaped under the flashes of exploding shells. My heart aches still when I remember the sight of shattered artistry, incinerated houses and the lifeless youths who defended so valiantly the City of Lights. " Initially, we flew to a friendly city in whose vaults our resources were hidden and in whose offices our identities were concealed. Later, we traversed the Gothard's Passage and settled in a cozy house that overlooked lake Lugano. The view was even more beautiful than Stendhal had depicted in his novels. " I consumed very quickly many years of peace and solace in my spouse's company. We rose with the dawn every morning and drank our coffee by our living room's window, looking at the boats slash the lake's still waters. In our temperate terrace, we listened to the delicate notes of the great composers and read the works of the great dramatists. Often, we would climb the Monte Brè to spend many delectable hours watching verdant mountains shrouded in a blue hue. And in the autumn, hidden in the slothful fog, we indulged in long walks of assuagement by the lake's border, petting trees that shed leaves of stunning colors, resembling my own life. " Meanwhile, you fabricated ever more amazing lies, impressed them into the radio waves and printed them in the newspapers. Not satisfied with spiteful forgeries of countless documents and a brutal amendment of silence for my great achievements, you tried very hard to tarnish my name and thus humiliate those who had believed in me. But even rewriting History mendaciously wasn't enough for you. You accused me of statutory rape to my own niece and of having liquidated six million Jews, Czechs, Serbs and Gypsies (later, when equivocation made you think that you were believable, you revised your figures to six million Jews alone). You made me solely responsible for the deaths of twenty million Slavs and communists and for having driven to their deaths countless christians of my race. You created the childish myth that we alone were wicked among many saintly nations. Yes, you tried very hard to erase my radiant star from the heavenly vault and to advance a twisted vision of a truth that will not be obscured. " You contend that anyone who does not believe your lies is unjust. You mesmerize the common people. You strive to call your slander "History." You know very well that truth is what comes to the mass' eyes and ears daily through the unfaithful media. After all, you invented the public truth of the moment. " My consort died unexpectedly. She had suffered silently my nemesis' smears. And, with her, I buried the ravishing spectacle of my mountain and my lake. " In my solitude, I meditated frequently atop the Monte Brè, my eyes gone astray in the azure haze of the mountain peaks and the meadows. And that spring, as a tepid sun grazed the earth and flowers bloomed, I felt an impulse from within to descend once again to those places where men brave life's furor, numbness and tribulations. " This time, I remained secluded during the day in shadowy chambers of scintillating cities, distant from the crowds, no longer overwhelmed by anguish or filled with grief, prejudice, or enmity. At night, I walked the streets of the world's greatest capitals, observing dispassionately how some men make obey others who cannot rule themselves. And I listened attentively to the masters of hypocrisy and to those who have ascended to their thrones upholding the living fable of a dead god. " After much deliberation, I realized that nations can best be subdued with dreams and fantasy. This had, of course, been known to the monks that, many years before, threw me out of the school that kills every genius. And I have watched you create from nothing great evangelical stars and concoct the Jewish holocaust in the manner of the christian martyrs. " I have been a lasting stranger among you, perusing your foul newspapers, laughing at your frenzies, contemptuous of your art and weary of your so-called new vistas that bear the same old stench. I can't understand how you can carry on with that unconvincing notion of being God's chosen people. " I finally retired to an island of green pastures brimming with lofty palm trees. There, I passed the rest of my time enjoying the clement and clear blue waters of its exquisite beaches and observing the inner segregation of the species of all living beings. " I passed away neither sooner nor later than my time was due. I not only outlasted your death wish, but my luminous star, which never dwindled with defamation, still shines proudly in the sky. I was my own forbearer. And my seed, which will be everlastingly renewed, will always remind the thoughtful that Adolf Hitler was a great artist and an enthusiast of humankind. Furthermore, I departed reassured that you foiled a world far superior to your own legacy: the dilapidated and despicable whorehouse. That's an unusual perspective, a departure from the established world's faith. Is this the lull before the storm, dear? I've heard someone say that Adolf Hitler was the greatest leader known to the white race. Why do people need to mythologize their likeness? I think that men like Jesus and Hitler realized that the world wants to be saved from evil and, with their own personal styles, redefined the diabolic that man wants to slay. Am I a moderate? I have a certain bookish infatuation with equality, although I know that men are not equal nor will they ever become so. And may I say, invariably avoiding offense to you my sweet, that there is so much more than race to this issue. We know that mindless people and flimsy souls have allowed the cessation of the execution of the laws out of pity for the underprivileged, bringing about much corruption. Democracy can be threatened not only by personal ambitions ( esprit d'inégalité ) but by the spirit of insubordination ( esprit d'égalité extrême ) which is the seed of anarchy and despotism. Thus wrote Montesquieu. Yes, it is quite understandable to be against the program of racial favoritism promoted by the so-called progressive elements of our society. They strive to combat the errors of discrimination with emotion and with the flaws of reverse discrimination --and thus create chaos. As you have said, preserving higher genetic intelligence is important because man's evolution must continue. It's our duty to advance life and enhance its prospects... But we'll leave it at that before I get a headache.
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