I must say I’m tempted by the NSDAP Gold Party Badge Set. But then again, the SS Sepp Dietrich Gold Bullion Set looks so good, too. Oh, mercy me, I just can’t choose!
"What more can anyone possibly say about SS-Obergruppenführer und General der Waffen-SS Sepp Dietrich? Not much. Sepp is one of my personal favorites right up there with Rommel, Rudel, Wittmann and Galland to name a few."
Uhhh - “to name a few”? This guy must be a blast at parties. But not Nazi parties, obviously. His interest is “purely historical”.
So, who’s your favourite Nazi?
Some sad Nazi tat, yesterday. Decisions, decisions…
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Dunno about you, but I guess this guy may just wanna buy a lot of that stuff. In bulk. Call it a hunch, if you will.
But there's another question that nags me: who the hell would buy Adolf's stationery? I mean, would you send your girlfriend (or your business partners, for that matter) letters embossed with Schickelgruber's address? Double you tee eff, mate?
Anyway, how did you come across this site, Ivan? Was it sheer scholarly interest that drove you to it? ;-)
"What more can anyone possibly say about SS-Obergruppenführer und General der Waffen-SS Sepp Dietrich?"
just trrips of teh tonge dosnt it?
This is dorkiness with a sinister tinge, I think. Had this guy been a normal kid, he'd have been wondering what more can anyone possibly say about Warcraft and Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. As a hipster, he'd be blathering about Sarah Vowell and Sufjan Stevens. As a computer geek, he'd be running at the mouth about the baroque intricacies of C++. As it happens, his thing is the Wehrmacht. I blame the parents.
Considering the website is in a canadian domain, I would hazard that this may be "The Hitler We Loved" author Ernst Zundel's latest business venture.
I do wish people wouldn't keep bringing up poor Harry's Nazi fling, Des. The newspapers have already made their excuses for him - you know the sort of thing - "very young"... "mother dead"... "difficult childhood"... "obviously illegitimate"... "intellect of a cherrystone clam"... and so on.
Anyway, the SS Veterans' Association were really pissed off. Their spokesperson said that they didn't want to be associated with anything so indefensible as a hereditary monarchy...
When I taught German Civilization at MIZZOU, we'd get a lot these pimply, SS wannabes showing up thinking they were going to impress chicks with their encyclopoedic knowledge of all things National Socialist. Imagine their suprise when I spent the time talking about literature, art and music.
Cheers.
So that's why those grotty militia compounds in Montana all echo to the music of Beethoven. Your time was not entirely wasted, then, Randall.
Anyway, quit shirking, guys - cough up your favourite Nazis, pronto.
Fattest, most incompetent, most satisfying death, stupidest hairdo, wettest nose (NB: Hitler's dog and Goebbels only) - all justifications accepted...
Most Oblivious To The Situation: Reinhard Heydrich for riding around in an open convertible among a whole bunch of pissed off Czechs.
Cheers.
It's kinda hard to be the most ridiculous among the Nazi elite--they were collectively a pretty laughable bunch (the fact that they were all Germans didn't help, either), but I guess Hermann the German takes the cake as the Funniest-Looking Greasy Old Lady in the NSDAP hierarchy. See her despondently staring at nothing; bovinely pretending to read; being a Nazi Mrs Doubtfire with an impish smile; being her usual bloated self; trying the South Beach diet, to little avail; and finally, being reliably dead.
So. Do I get that most coveted prize? :-)
And our winner in the category "Thanks For Playing; Vana Has Some Nice Parting Gifts For You:" Friedrich Wilhelm Ernst Paulus, who received his marshall's baton the day before surrendering the Sixth Army at Stalingrad.
Ingrate.
Cheers
Thank you both, Des, Randall - I doff my gold-eagled Fuhrer Cap (available at Third Reich.ca, only $299.99 plus tax) to you! I think Des wins by a nose for that Goering as Mrs Doubtfire pic - it is truly wrong on so many levels. A fitting tribute to the man himself.
Yes, Hermann is definitely a contender, and Heydrich's many qualities were easily apparent, especially when hanging half out his body as a result of that Czech bomb, and Paulus proved his Nazi credentials by broadcasting for the other side after he lost his army at Stalingrad, but my money goes to Karl Otto Alberty.
Okay, he wasn't a real Nazi (and if he was he wisely didn't say) but he played them awfully convincingly in those 60's war movies we all know and love.
Which of us does not have a lump in his throat when he corners little Dickie Attenborough and tells him "Herr Bartlett, your Cherman is very good and I hear also your French. Your hands ... up!"
Aaaah, Darling Dickie. Perhaps we should run an award for most cinematic Brit instead?
Rodentia, I was away so I could not suggest Hannah Reitsch.
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