There's not a single Holocaust joke in the stage version of "Old Jews Telling Jokes."
Mr. King: If you could go back and stop Hitler or something like that, you would, wouldn’t you?
Mr. Morris: Would I stop Hitler? Yes.
Mr. King: Yes, sure you would.
Mr. Morris: My mother’s dead, but I think my mother would be proud of me.
Mr. King: But, of course, she wouldn’t know who Hitler was. Because he would have been totally whisked off the stage.
—And there you have it. If you don't recognize the picture of Hitler, it's because they've already done it.
Delaware GOP House nominee: "Next time your liberal friends talk about the separation of Church and State ask them why they're Nazis."
Vanity Fair tummler Jim Windolf would like you to know that Hitler wasn't actually killed by a marauding gang of American Jews. Just in case you're confused, you pishers.
In the summer of 1941, delegates at the American Federation of Scientific Astrologers’ convention in Cleveland, Ohio, listened to a keynote address from an astrologer named Louis de Wohl. The bespectacled German-Hungarian—late thirties, rather corpulent, flamboyant in dress and confident in manner—told his rapt audience that Hitler was operating under advice from “the best astrologers in Germany,” who had plotted out the course for Germany to attack the U.S. The invasion, it seemed, would occur sometime after the following spring, once Saturn and Uranus, the two “malefic” planets, had entered Gemini, America’s ruling sign: “America,” he warned, “has always been subject to grave events when Uranus transits Gemini.” De Wohl’s [...]
I saw a woman reading Mein Kampf on the subway this morning. The cover was on it, she hadn't ripped it off, or covered it with a brown paper bag or anything. She did tuck it face-inward when she closed it to get off at her stop, but that could have been unintentional. But it made me wonder: if e-book sales of romance novels are big because, as genre expert Sarah Wendell told the Times last week, the print editions "are not always something that you are comfortable holding in your hand in public,” how does Mein Kampf do in that regard? Well, it turns out. March of [...]
"The pope did not go far enough. Radical atheists like the British Humanist Association should apologize for Hitler. But they should not stop there. They also need to issue an apology for the 67 million innocent men, women and children murdered under Stalin, and the 77 million innocent Chinese killed by Mao. Hitler, Stalin and Mao were all driven by a radical atheism, a militant and fundamentally dogmatic brand of secular extremism. It was this anti-religious impulse that allowed them to become mass murderers. By contrast, a grand total of 1,394 were killed during the 250 years of the Inquisition, most all of whom were murdered by secular authorities." -Catholic [...]
"Wilson purveys many hoary myths long since discredited by historical research…. Repeatedly, he introduces material that is marginal or irrelevant…. Some of his judgements are simply bizarre…. Wilson concludes with a series of reflections that are breathtaking in their banality." —A.N. Wilson's Hitler: A Short Biography, reviewed by Richard J. Evans. (via, via)
"The last time a government endeavored to keep people from smoking, it was actually Hitler. You should look into it." -It is super-Hitlery out there! This part of our Nazi trifecta comes from a disgruntled smoker who was asked by a New York Times reporter to extinguish her cigarette as part of an "experiment" to see how New Yorkers would respond to requests not to smoke-an assignment potentially as lethal as actually consuming a pack of cigarettes.
Late last month, it very nearly ended: a meme that had, weirdly, endured for years. When the copyright notices finally came to YouTube, and some of the videos were removed–well, they came far too late, and too few. Many of the videos survived, further extending the life of a joke that was never that funny to begin with.
If, as Mark Twain contended, nothing can stand against the assault of laughter, then the "Hitler Reacts" meme was tantamount to poking a dead horse. And yet, for years, everyone felt compelled to pick up their poking sticks and get to work on it. The conceit is one of shallow [...]