Das Hotten-Trotten.

This one comes to us by way of a marvellous Ghetto Queen... no, not that kind of ghetto. It made my night, and I hope it makes yours too.

What do you get the Fuhrer who has everything, and wants it handmade?

Yeah. Also, because it's worth it:





I gave you positive feedback, big daddy.

What happens when Mr. K finds a new webcomic.

What We Learn From This Exercise: There's always something.

hugs,
~K.

Der Specialday.

So another year flies by, and it's time for the anniversary of our favorite winfail: The July 20th assassination plot!





I think tonight, I must needs rent Valkyrie and have cake.

Yeah, always have to trot out the demmed cake. I suppose it's better than the pants of assassination, huh?

All right, all right, I'm done.

A little bird killed you.

Things dead nazis like:

• Tanks.
  
• Schapps.
  
• sendups of 'the downfall'
  
• Twitter
  
• Boots
  
• lulz
  

Ja, we have a twitter now. Why?

I don't have to answer your damn questions!

Why dead nazis <3 Cake Wrecks.

Without them, we could never have known about this:




Which makes us feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Hearty Dankes to this post.

This cake = not a lie.

(and yes, I am wondering wtf reichcakes!?)

Expect a Darling Adolphe post sooniche, by the by.

Norwegian Nazi Zombies.

You can't make this shit up.

Mostly I love how booze and teenage sex bring the zombie nazis back to life. Priorities FTW.

Revisionist bloc.

Cracked dot com, work that speculation jones.

And teh winnar, and still champeen:

But what's the question?

JG always finds me the very best videos:



THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS INVADE POLAND!

ALWAYS.

Public Service Announcement from the ministry of military obvious.

Gee. BIG SURPRISE THERE!

The Sacred Band FTW!

Um... we needed a football?

Boy, the hits just keep on comin' today.

BERLIN (Reuters) - A man tore the head from a controversial waxwork figure of Adolf Hitler on the opening day of Berlin's Madame Tussauds museum on Saturday, police said.

Just minutes after the museum opened, the 41-year-old German man pushed aside two security men guarding the exhibit.

"Then he went over to the figure and ripped off the head," a police spokesman said.

And I was just looking for info on the tropical storm. There kinda had to be one, as we've had nonstop thunderstorms for the past three nights. But anyway, the best line ever:

It is illegal in Germany to show Nazi symbols and art glorifying Hitler and the exhibit was cordoned off to stop visitors posing with him. [Emphasis mine.]

Oh yes. Awesome.

"Hey Hon! Come and get a picture of me and the Boss! I'ma gonna give 'im bunny ears!"

Said Kainenchen.

LOL.

YES! YES! YES!

Whoever made this is my new hero:



I've seen the chat before, but this is special. Watch the whole thing. And yes-- you Will lose The Game.

Facebook for the High Command.

We're always on the lookout for new and exciting lulz.

I don't even know how I found it, but this right here is Win.

Humorpolitiksiche!

Authoritarian humor is fight. So says Hoover.org, in the article below, which is chock full of lulz like the following:

two European communists are rewarded with a trip to the glorious Soviet Union, but only one comes back. At work, the fellow traveler is quizzed by a colleague,

“How are living conditions in the Soviet Union?”
“Wonderful. I couldn’t believe my eyes.”
“And how is the housing? How is the food situation?”
“Splendid. I couldn’t believe my eyes.”
“But what happened to your friend?”
“Oh, he’s in Siberia. He did believe his eyes.”

Now, the article has the following to say about lulz during the 30's and 40's:

The sentimental axiom that jokes in, or against, authoritarian societies are liberating certainly does not stand up to scrutiny in the singular case of Nazi Germany. German jokes — and, in particular, those of working-class Berliners, who seem to have conjured up most of the gags — were unusual in that Nazi leaders, not Nazi ideology or the state apparatus, were their butt. This idiosyncrasy would seem to indicate that, at least until very late in the war, many Germans identified with and accepted the regime and its aims. Given that the Reich lasted but 12 years (half of which was occupied by fighting) and the Soviet Empire lasted eight mostly peaceful decades, Germans were not given the same opportunity to witness the Big Lie.

In the German case, political jokes were neither “tiny revolutions” nor pain relievers, but good-natured fun akin to jokes in democratic societies where the political structure is assumed to be legitimate.

I would suggest that telling a derisive political joke was only revolutionary in the period during the war, which the article points out, was fun for that one could be (in theory) put to death for it. Anyway, while the above does not seem unusual to westerners, it was unusual in an authoritarian government, where the State tends to be the target, not the leaders. But you didn't tell jokes about Hitler (especially not during the war), and as is pointed out above: yes, most people of the time were legitimate national socialists. I do have a bit of a niggling issue with the phrasing there, "the regime and it's aims." You all can probably guess this, but I would rather not get into what amounts to Apology, and a subject for other posts.

But let us stop that, for some quality period lulz:

"...on their wedding night, his wife awakes and catches a naked Goering waving his marshal’s baton around. “What are you doing?” she asks. “I’m promoting my underpants to overpants.” Victor Klemperer’s remarkable I Will Bear Witness, 1933-1941: A Diary of the Nazi Years (Random House, 1999) records just one joke between 1933 and 1941. It contrasts the 1917-18 punchline to the question, “How long will the war last?” with its modern equivalent. During the Great War, the answer was, “Till the officers have to eat the same food as the men”; during the Second World War, “Until Goering fits into Goebbels’s trousers.”

And we all know who had pants, don't we?



Now, speaking of:

"As for Goebbels, the minister of propaganda, jokes about him ridiculed his deformities, height, and complexion. It was only his many enemies in the party who tended to circulate those more waspishly commenting on his propagandistic distortions. Ernst Röhm, the brownshirted sa commander executed by Hitler in the Night of the Long Knives, generated a huge number of jokes, all of which harped on his homosexuality, towards which an “innocent” Hitler averted his eyes for a suspiciously long time (as a 1934 joke went: “Just imagine how upset the Führer will be if he gets to know Goebbels has a club foot!”). Perhaps unsurprisingly, the only leading Nazis to escape laughter were Reichsführer SS Heinrich Himmler and his chief executioner, SS-Obergruppenführer Reinhard Heydrich (whose unusually high-pitched voice would otherwise have marked him as a prime target)."

Yes, I know-- everyone is shocked that somehow (within the reich, anyway), Glasses Himmler escaped ridicule. Open ridicule anyway. I WONDER HOW HE MANAGED THAT!?

Speaking of Eddie Izzard...

Cake or death is a very important question. And the answer to which, we must remember:



Yes, I know that Portal belike got the whole Cake bit from Eddie Izzard. But who new there was such a deep connexion with Church of England? :D

mmm... vegetarians are tasty. Especially baked into a cake.

Mrf!

This one was sitting on my hard drive, and I felt the need:





Just like Strong Mad and the Cheat.

The Bossman Cometh.

In the same vein, Ethel Waters shares our sentiments about everybody's favorite minister of propaganda.

The hits just keep on comin'.

So, I am working on a series of lolnazis to commemorate the... heh... giants among us lesser peons of the Reich. To begin with, I wish to dedicate this video to someone very close to me, a veritable colossus, a... all right, I cannot keep that up. Little Joe, wherever you are, this is for you:



And from the same, well... I have realised, perhaps I insult all my old friends and co-workers, with my lulz, my gallows humor. But really, the sentiment behind my jollies can be discovered here:

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That's me: The Looniest Knight of the Year.

:D

Let there be Lulz.

So, I posted a sampling of the Lulz before, and now... the sum total!







The ones below are for use on forums and things... well, you shall see:


(yes. Those are the pants Hitler was wearing when he died. They burnt them so they would not be an object of worship, or sommat. Seriously.)







Also, I had not ever seen The Great Dictator, by Charlie Chaplin until tonight, as they have it as a nice, free, online movie. Admittedly... it wasn't really what I was expecting. But good. It was good.

Though really, I thought I was all through with guilt. Thanks, Chuckles.

Nazis R Guitars.

So I downloaded the new update for the psp, and they have an internet radio application. One of the channels is called 'balladen', which sounded most interesting. And what was the first thing on, when I played it?

LIVE ACOUSTIC DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES.

SO AWESOME.

The whole station... german epic balladry. I am in love with the song Unbekannter Soldat by Annett. So good.

Of course, it is probably all listened to by the neo-nazis and skinheads and the yep still fascist crowd, but i don't care. It makes me feel all warm inside.

I could well have a politikkkal rant about many, many things, but perhaps I will save it for later.

Also, as a couple of days ago... happy Anschluss Anniversary!

And a million apologies for a) bad spelling and b)lack of proper punctuation. I am too tired tonight for ASCII.

Stylin.

No wonder the SS uniforms were so damn sexy.

They were apparently designed by Hugo Boss.

Smooth.

(though yeah, they did get pretty hot and itchy sometimes. It's true.)

Thanks again, Cracked.com, for teh lulz!

~K.H.

P.S. for more reducto ad Hitlerium lulzery, check this action out. Seimens I can't really fault, admittedly. They were a nazi company to the hilt. So... yeah. Still slugging at them seems to me like still blaming the Germans. *snuzzles the old homestead*.

Though seriously, their international departments ought to have had some idea how well 'zyklon' would go over as a product name outside of the German speaking countries.