Posts tagged with "Nazi Bastard Diaries"
Tuesday, 15. April 2008, 19:36:10
Nazi Bastard Diaries
This post functions as a link to the Nazi Bastard Diaries series,
written in the early days of this blog, in order to put a summa
link in the Contents and Updates post.
from The Diary of Joseph Goebbels (Part 1)
from The Diary of Joseph Goebbels (Part 5)
from The Diary of Joseph Goebbels (Part 63)
from The Diary of Albert Speer (Part 37)
from The Diary of Herman Goering (Part 40)
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is pretty dark stuff. Enter at
your own risk.
Here, I have set the hand of Thoth and
put them each into their own little hell.
And that is all I wil say about the Diaries.
Wednesday, 24. May 2006, 03:47:42
Nazi Bastard Diaries
The day started off terribly. My astrologer advised me that I would
receive a dark communication from a high place, by which I could only
assume that I would receive another rant-filled phone call from the
Furher. I was so upset at the prediction that I had the astrologer taken
out and shot, which totally ruined my morning.
Things improved later that evening, however. My dear Marlena visited me
with her bevy of SS studs. She was wearing my favorite outfit, the
leather corset and black spiked heels, and after I put on my nice white
evening gown she sodomized me for two hours with her strap-on dildo. It
really picked up my day, particularly inasmuch as the sirens soon went
off and we had to relocate to my secret bomb shelter.
We were sitting around drinking brandy and shooting heroin in the
bomb shelter when the phone rang. It was the Furher. He was yelling at
me, asking me if I knew that the city was being bombed. "You stupid
little corporal" I wanted to say to him, "I'm in the same town as you,
of course I know that Berlin is being bombed." But of course I could
only sit there in my dress and nod. Eventually I managed to get
something out that we might do more if we had any spare fighter parts.
At which point he grew even more furious and rang off.
I guess the astrologer was right. Too bad I had him shot. Oh, well,
there's always more astrologers to be had.
As for the little corporal, I have it on good authority that he only has
one testicle. I heard it from Marlena, who heard it from her friend the
Countess von Kuhn, who heard it from her hairdresser, who is the same
hairdresser as is employed by Eva Braun, who told her about the one testicle.
One testicle! What a hoot!
Wednesday, 24. May 2006, 03:11:17
Nazi Bastard Diaries
After breakfast I was given a tour of the camp. The camp is actually
divided into two different components -- Auschwitz, which is the larger
and older part of the camp, and Birkenau, the newer section.
The main gate at the camp is of solid design and well-made, and
relatively devoid of ornament. In style it seemed to echo the railroad
motif present in that part of the camp. I particularly liked the used
brick employed in it. The sign over the camp is made of metal and is
very crudely made. It looks like it was manufactured by unskilled labor.
I will have to mention that to the Furher when I get back to Berlin.
The fences around the camp are primarily functional, but nevertheless
seem to have an air of grace about them. The dormitories are all large
and made of the same used brick as the main gate -- a pleasant echo of
architectural elements that I found very pleasing to the eye. The
lavatories are large and spacious and have almost an aesthetic charm to
them that one would not normally find in large communal facilities. The
bunks in the dormitories are solidly made of local wood, and the windows
in the units let in a pleasant amount of light when sun is out, giving
the spaces an airy, bright appearance.
As I was being led through the compound through a group of relocatees I
noticed that the soil was very wet. It was obvious to me that no
hydrogeologist had been employed prior to locating the camp. Wet soil
may often cause later engineering problems. Yet another issue I will
have to mention on my return to Berlin.
Following lunch with the camp Commandant, which was accompanied by
some very good brandy, we set out to visit the new disposal buildings
at Birkenau. The first thing I noticed was the different quality of brick
employed in this newer section. I was informed that all the used brick
from demolished buildings in the area had been used in the first phase
of the camp, and that as a consequence newer and lesser quality brick
had been culled from cities and towns farther away. In spite of the
newer brick the new buildings had a functional, almost Bauhaus look to
them that was quite modern, emphasising the fusion of artistic design
and functionality. The chimneys on the buildings were tall and thick,
and obviously fully capable of handling the emission volume that came
from them without any back-up. The disposal buildings are two story
structures, with the lower story built half underground. The lower
story of the buildings is devoted to the disposal units, while the upper
stories serve in the more supportive role of handling overflows of
subsidiary products gathered from the relocatees.
All in all I found the architecture to be much more well-designed and
aesthetically pleasing than I would have thought possible of a death-
camp. It was fully worthy of a day-long visit.
Tuesday, 23. May 2006, 06:14:06
Nazi Bastard Diaries
April 30, 1945
A dark day. The Furher is gone. Tomorrow I will put my children out of
their misery and then my wife and myself.
We had canned meat again for diner. I hate potted meat. But as of
tomorrow, I won't have to eat it anymore. There's something to be
said for that, at least!
Tuesday, 23. May 2006, 05:52:24
Nazi Bastard Diaries
August 31, 1939
We are all so tense, knowing the war is about to start and that our
country will now truly blossom into the Thousand Year Reich. The people
are so excited about the upcoming war that they stay in their homes by
the radio and do not even venture out onto the street.
I had dinner with The Furher and some of the other staff again tonight.
They served liver and onions. The Furher, of course, didn't eat the
liver and onions. He ate good Rhenish cheese and bread baked by plump
german bakers. But me, I had to eat the liver. I hate liver.
Oh, how glad I will be to hear the cannons roar! Perhaps then I can
forget about that damned liver!
Tuesday, 23. May 2006, 05:28:51
Nazi Bastard Diaries
May 22, 1938
The Bayreuth Festival drags on. Much as I like music, I am vexed at the
lack of activity. We had snails again for dinner. I've had nothing to
eat but snails for three days. But The Fuhrer, of course, he doesn't
have to eat them. He eats soup and bread. But me, just snails.
WIDGETIZE