Hitler; was he that bad?

[Bono, from U2]

It was all going so well before he implemented his 'progressive' social policies. And he played the Banjo like a mo-fo!

[Trilby]

Hey look everybody!

It's Bono, from U2!

No, really!

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from moreintelligentlife.com via TheSmartSet

THE MADMAN AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE

HITLER WAS EVEN SICKER THAN YOU THOUGHT
November 7th 2007

It may sound like a Woody Allen scenario, but medical historians are unanimous that Adolf was the victim of uncontrollable flatulence. Spasmodic stomach cramps, constipation and diarrhea, possibly the result of nervous tension, had been Hitler's curse since childhood and only grew more severe as he aged. As a stressed-out dictator, the agonising digestive attacks would occur after most meals: Albert Speer recalled that the Führer, ashen-faced, would leap up from the dinner table and disappear to his room.

This was an embarrassing problem for a ruthless leader of the Third Reich. With uncharacteristic concern for his fellow human beings, Hitler had first tried to cure himself when he was a rising politician in 1929 by poring over medical manuals, coming to the conclusion that a largely veg diet would calm his turbulent digestion as well as make his farts less offensive to the nose. A rabid hypochondriac, he would also examine his own feces on a regular basis and administer himself camomile enemas.

Hitler decided to swear off meat completely in 1931, when his niece (and presumed romantic interest) Geli Raubel committed suicide: When presented with a plate of breakfast ham the next morning, he pushed it away muttering, "It's like eating a corpse." From that squeamish moment on, great piles of vegetables, raw or pulped into a baby mulch, were Hitler's daily staple. (All cooked foods, he decided, were carcinogenic). He showed a particular fondness, culinary historians assure us, for oatmeal with linseed oil, cauliflower, cottage cheese, boiled apples, artichoke hearts and asparagus tips in white sauce.

Strangely, Hitler was unfazed by the fact that this high-fiber diet was having the opposite effect on his digestion than what he had intended. His private physician, Dr. Theo Morell, recorded in his diary that after Hitler downed a typical vegetable platter, "constipation and colossal flatulence occurred on a scale I have seldom encountered before."

Hitler's stomach problems may even have played their part in his losing the war, thanks to this shadowy figure of Dr. Morell, an incompetent quack who took over Hitler's medical care in 1937. The pair had met at a Christmas gathering in the Berghof, the bucolic mountain retreat decorated with Bavarian knick-knacks and edelweiss, the year before.

Morrell was an unpleasant figure even by Nazi standards--grossly obese, with frog-like features, sulfurous B.O. and venomous halitosis. But when he cured a painful case of eczema on Hitler's legs and provided temporary relief for his stomach cramps, the Führer was won over. To the irritation of other Nazi doctors, Hitler then proceeded to swallow any of Morell's advice, no matter how hair-brained, for the next eight years.

For example, to combat recurrences of the volcanic stomach problems, Morell plied him with a remedy called "Dr. Küster's Anti-gas pills," which contained significant amounts of strychnine--and Hitler often took as many as 16 of the little black pills a day. The sallow skin, glaucous eyes and attention lapses noted by observers later in the war are consistent with strychnine poisoning; another ingredient in the pills, antropine, causes mood wings from euphoria to violent anger.

Even more peculiar were the injections of amphetamines that Morell administered every morning before breakfast from 1941, which may have exacerbated the erratic behavior, inflexibility, paranoia and indecision that Hitler began to display increasingly as the war ground on. And there was a barrage of other supplements--vitamins, testosterone, liver extracts, laxatives, sedatives, glucose and opiates, all intended to combat the dictator's real or imagined ailments.

After the war, US intelligence officers discovered that Morell was pumping Hitler with 28 different drugs, including eye-drops that contained 10 percent cocaine (up to 10 treatments a day), a concoction made from human placenta and "potency pills" made from ground bull's testicles. But despite the barrage of medicines, Morell's diaries (which were recovered from Germany and are kept in the National Archives in Washington, DC) make clear that the bouts of "agonizing flatulence" remained a regular occurrence.

A relatively healthy man when he met Morell, Hitler degenerated quickly towards the end of the war until he was a physical wreck. Hitler's arms were so riddled with hypodermic marks that even the normally passive Eva Braun complained to her mother about Morell as "the injection quack." When Hitler came down with jaundice in 1944, three Nazi doctors tried to have Morell fired. But the Führer remained fiercely loyal--or just as likely, addicted to his chemical cocktails--and dismissed the trio of troublemakers instead.

Morell stayed with Hitler in the Bunker almost until the bitter end, as his patient began to fall apart completely (and a tremor in his left hand became uncontrollable, a probable symptom of advancing Parkinson's disease). On April 20, 1945, days before the Russians took Berlin, Hitler suddenly refused Morell's hypodermic, ordered him to strip off his uniform and leave. Desperately ill himself, Morell was soon captured by the U.S. Army and kept in prison for two years of interrogations, but was never charged with war crimes. He was hospitalized immediately after his release and died in 1948.

If he had not been so cravenly devoted to Hitler, a hero-worship he expressed over and again to US interrogators, one might have thought Morell a spy. It was a suspicion that had occurred to other Nazis, especially during the 1944 jaundice attack. Heinrich Himmler interrogated Morell's assistant Richard Weber in Berlin's Gestapo Headquarters about whether the doctor was deliberately poisoning the Führer with his treatments. "Out of the question," Weber replied. "Morell's too big a coward for that."



SOURCES/FURTHER READING: Gordon, Bertram, "Fascism, the Neo-Right and Gastronomy: A Case in the Theory of the Social Engineering of Taste," Proceedings of the Oxford Symposium on Food and Cookery (1987); Heston, Leonard and Renate, "The Medical Casebook of Adolf Hitler: His Illnesses, Doctors and Drugs", (New York, 2000); Irving, David, "The Secret Diaries of Hitler's Doctor", (London, 1983); Waite, Robert G.L., "The Psychopathic God: Adolf Hitler", New York, 1993.

(Tony Perrottet's latest book, "Napoleon's Privates: 2500 Years of History Unzipped", will be published next year by William Morrow.)

I visualize this, and find it very funny.

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[it]

well, yeah, in order to believe otherwise you pretty much have to have an ethical system that is fine with cold blooded mass killing, or one that is fine with it when the mass killings are minority related.

but let's take a moment to apriciate young hitler's fine art:


did you like it?

[Trilby]

our newest member: stephani88.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....

we are being inundated with either the class of '88 or Nazis.

[Undertoad]

I'm calling foul on this 88 nonsense. Those fucks don't get to take numbers away from us.

[DanaC]

We should all adopt 88 into our names. Confuse the fuck out of those motherfuckers.

[Lamplighter]

Originally Posted by DanaC

We should all adopt 88 into our names. Confuse the fuck out of those motherfuckers.

That's a Dane good idea...

[DanaC]

hahahahahah very good.

[infinite monkey]

Like Swedish Fish, only with more guilt?

[Sundae]

You know your potatoes!
(meet you in Bombay)

[ZenGum]

1788 was the year of white settlement in Australia, so 88 is a milestone for us.

Oddly it was also the number of Australians killed in the Bali bombings (total 202 of all nationalities).

I suspect the 88 is not just for HH, but also the 88mm was the German's most formidable piece of artillery during WWII. It was used as the main gun on Tiger tanks when they realised their Panzers couldn't take out a soviet T-34 tank.

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Nena!