“Meatballs at the front of the line.” – Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, by Shel Silverstein.
A man, before he went to the hospital, was screaming, “CHINK! NAPOLEON!” at Hitler, and he was sitting there, chainsmoking, instead of dealing with the telegram dispatch, to German high command, for the final movement, to accept Britain’s surrender.
Hitler, signed on for an accounts naval unit, at a conning station, and they put him in the signals courier corps, and they didn’t know that Hitler was very sensitive to race, despite being hazed into anti-African slurs at training outset by a doctor trained in Manchurian-China.
He blew the entire war, in a rage.
Hitler knew, very well, that Britain had conceded, to return the Kaiser to power, in Germany, but he didn’t care, because he’d been so abused by other signals dispatch men, that were constantly using racial slurs, and they thought he was in love with a Jewish woman, not an East Asian woman that another soldier raped, thinking she was a “spy”, when in fact, yes, she was a spy, but for Germany. The other soldier, was a racist, he thought racial type, indicated loyalty.
Hitler was Free French, anyways, he just couldn’t make it across the border, before the war, to defect from Germany.
They drafted him early, before hostilities.
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