To serve.

He stared up at the sun defiantly as the moon began to move in front of it. Standing here atop Fort Knox his view of the eclipse was perfect. More importantly, his celestial alignment was at it's maximum potency for the ritual.

"Steve, your glasses."

He turned and blinked at his assistant, Reece. The poor boy was doomed. He was fine at assisting but that seemed to be the extent of his talents. He was holding everything Steve needed but in a way that infuriated him. His camera was pinched to his body with the right elbow, the strap hanging down near the ground dangerously. His coffee cup was in his right hand held from underneath precariously. He offered the eclipse glasses, held between two outstretched fingers, with his left.

"Fuck it." Steve sneered, turning his attention back to the spectacle above. "Did you do the thing?"

"Yes..." Reece replied. "Why did you make me d-"

"I didn't make you do anything." Steve snapped.

"Ok." Reece said quickly. "But it was weird. At first, the doll wouldn't burn and then it suddenly caught fire. It burned so quickly and brightly. But only... After I..."

"After you said the words."

"Yes."

"Good." As the eclipse reached it's climax above them he held out his hand to Reece, who then handed him the coffee cup. Removing the lid, Steve threw the contents, ashes created by Reese's ritual, off of the roof and into the wind. "Seder pe’ulat ha-yetsirah." He said.

"Seder pe’ulat ha-yetsirah." Reece muttered, automatically.

Steve's eyes stung as he watched the sun reappear from the moon's shadow. Probably destroyed my eyesight, he thought absently. Good thing Moshiach was near. None of it mattered anymore. He looked out across the water and sighed.

"Reece, what is your purpose?" He asked him.

"To serve you, sir." He replied immediately and with absolute conviction.

"Good." Steve said, nodding. He stepped towards Reece swiftly, grabbed him by his belt and his collar, and tossed him from the roof. To his credit, Reece fell silently to his death. As he smashed fatally against the ground below Steve admired him for that. So many die screaming and without dignity.

"You're welcome." He said down to his lifeless body. Doomed, he thought, but at least he had a purpose.  So many more would die clawing for that and never achieving it. Reece had been lucky. Suddenly, his pocket was full of Wagner. He reached into it and retrieved his ringing cellphone.

"What?"

"Did you see the news?" It was Miller, his man in the White House, and he never called with good news.

"What did our naked emperor do?"

"He stared directly up at the eclipse like a dumbass. Three times. The press is having a field day with his senile ass."

"Is that all?" Steve laughed.

"This stuff is adding up. It matters, Steve." Miller insisted.

"Oh, I don't know." Steve said. He looked down over the edge of the building and saw Reece staring back up at him. He was standing in the pool of blood he'd created after he'd been thrown completely motionless save for the movement of the wind in his long black hair. "Maybe he's like me. Maybe he's just saying 'Fuck it.'."

Miller began to speak again but Steve hung up and returned the phone to his pocket. He spoke down to Reece in barely more than a whisper.

"What is your purpose?" He asked him, again.

"TO SERVE YOU!" It roared back up to him in one voice that sounded like one hundred.

"That's right." He told it with a grin. "Now, go get the car."

He gave the sun a final glance. It was finished. The sun was whole again and blinding as always. For now, at least. Crescent shaped artifacts danced across his vision after he tore himself away from it.

"Fuck it." he said, and headed for the stairs.

Our girl - A Taylor Swift parody.

"It's done, Taylor." Joe said from the doorway.

She stopped typing and half turned, her profile backlit by three large monitors and underlit by the red glow of her keyboard, and smiled. Even bathed in the darkness of her sanctum the gesture seemed to brighten the room. Lately, for reasons unknown to Joe, it had begun to send a shiver down his spine. He felt that chill now.

"Good." She said quietly. She seemed about to speak again but then turned back to her computer.

"Why are you doing that?" He asked her again. He didn't know how many times he'd asked anymore.

"You know why." She spat, impatiently.

"It doesn't make any sense!"

"How are you from Anglo stock and you're this fucking dumb? Are you sure there's no nog blood in the-"

"I'm not-"

"Don't you fucking dare interrupt me." The words came out in a dangerous hiss. The argument was an old one, an almost daily occurrence for the last few weeks, and Joe sensed that he might be the next subject of a hot pop track.

"I'm sorry." He said quickly. The wounded look on his face enraged Taylor but there was nothing he could do about it. When she cut him it was always so deep. She'd learned a family rumor about an ancestor of his that might have been of color. No one else in the family much cared but Taylor had been very upset. She'd been trying to get him to take a DNA test to determine his ancestry. He'd so far refused but she was wearing him down.

"Look." She said, rising from her chair, and coming to him. "I don't want to fight. Just let me have this, ok? It's happening!"

"But I don't know what IT even is?!"

"Shhh." She threw her arms around him and he hugged her back fiercely. "Redpills don't work unless you're ready, my love." She whispered up into his ear.

He was more confused than before but said nothing. Her body was warm. Her lips brushed his neck lightly and goosebumps broke out across his skin.

"Everything is perfect. Be happy." She whispered. He looked down at her monitors and shook his head.

"What are they saying?" He asked in a tone that implied that he didn't really want to know the answer.

"They're loving it." She laughed. "One of them is already telling everyone that I'm obviously based and my single is about the Zog."

"I wish you wouldn't..."

"Oh REEEEEEEEEEEEE! I said a bad word! Fuck off then, 'sperg." She pushed away from him dismissively then and returned to her desk.

"Fine. Whatever." Joe turned to leave but she stopped him with a single softly spoken word.

"Baby?" She called innocently.

"Yes baby?" He replied, his words dripping with hope.

"Tendies?" She asked sweetly, batting her eyes.

His heart shattered. He felt that he might sink into the floor, so rubbery were his legs and so broken was his spirit.

"Yes, baby." It was all he could muster and he said it to her back. She was already typing steadily again. He turned and left the room without another word.

"Cuck." Taylor whispered with a smile. For some, the redpill is just too hard to swallow. Not for long, Taylor thought. Soon she would redpill them all. She had to. She was their girl.

HITLER WAS NOT A SOCIALIST.

An oft repeated right wing lie that must be debunked whenever possible.

Firstly, I'm not a Marxist. I'm not especially a socialist, either, although I do believe that healthcare should be socialized. That's another post entirely, though. One, now that I think of it, I may write later. But I digress...

The Nazis outlawed socialism. They were imprisoning, and killing, socialists and communists before they were killing Jews. 

There were socialists in the Nazi party initially. They were represented mainly by the Strasser brothers and Strasserism. Guess what happened to them? Otto Strasser was expelled from the party in 1930 after a disagreement with Hitler over Hitler's disregard for socialist ideals during which Hitler repeatedly called Strasser a "liberal". He later went into exile in Czechoslovakia. The other brother, Gregor Strasser? Murdered during the Night of the Long Knives. 

Hitler didn't even believe in socialist economic principles nor did he institute them.

“Hitler was never a socialist. But although he upheld private property, individual entrepreneurship, and economic competition, and disapproved of trade unions and workers' interference in the freedom of owners and managers to run their concerns, the state, not the market, would determine the shape of economic development. Capitalism was, therefore, left in place. But in operation it was turned into an adjunct of the state."

            - Hitler 1936 – 45: Nemisis, by Ian Kershaw.

“We have to strip the terms ‘Nationalism’ and ‘Socialism’ of their previous meaning. Only that man is a nationalist who stands by his people, and only that man is a socialist who stands up for the rights of his people both internally and externally.”

            - Adolf Hitler, November 16, 1928.

There are so many articles that have been written on why Hitler was not a socialist that I honestly don't understand how anyone could fall for a lie so blatant.

Here is Reddit featuring many, many people debunking this nonsense. 

Here is a youtube video debunking the claim as made by Steven Crowder, a well known lying piece of shit -

Here is Professor David Klein of California State University, Northridge debunking the same myth.

Here's a Guardian opinion piece about this continually repeated lie. 

Here's a piece written by Albert Einstein on socialism.

Here's the definition of socialism itself for the people that are confused. 

When you search google for Hitler's links to left wing socialism you'll find yourself all but drowned in a murky green soup of right wing propaganda sites that try to distance themselves from this obviously right wing fascist dictator. Infowars, CNS, TheRebel, TheNationalReview, etc. The target of this fallacy is obvious, right wingers that don't check sources.  It's intended goal is equally obvious – Fear mongering.

“Look how the left is the enemy!” They scream. 

Ironically, this is exactly why Hitler sometimes claimed to be a socialist. It was a way to win over the workers with words while he acted in whichever way suited him best.

If he was such a left winger and a socialist then why was he supported by the right and by big business? Big business which, by the way, flourished before, during, and even after the war.

This shit is basic as hell and I feel like I shouldn't even have to write it... but I clearly do... So here it is.

Have a great day.