Diabolical wrote:
Imagine a world where cheerful Nazis go to the rescue of the downtrodden -- a world where the Nazis and the Jews walk hand in hand in perfect harmony.
Luscious flowers bloom in fields across the land as machine guns spit out little pellets of food to feed small woodland creatures. And further afield, warplanes carry music bombs to drop on the listless peoples far away to give them the tranquil tones of happy children singing hymns of joy and praise.
Young girls -- adorned with mellow shades of lavender and pink -- dance wistfully under the glowing morning sunshine. Their ever-watchful older sisters -- proper and prim in their frilly Victorian white frocks -- gaze cloyingly across the meadow at the handsome young lad trying in vain to ride his horse like a gentleman. Painfully falling on his rump, the young man sheepishly tries to hide his embarrassment at the women who now show gentle signs of astonishment.
One young woman -- leaping gracefully like a gazelle across the savanna -- charges purposefully towards the youth. As she approaches closer, his heart stirs -- skipping a beat with every leap she makes in her loose dress. Images of them together growing old tease the back of his mind as his fantasies are walking hand in hand with her along a gentle mountain stream. Imagination leads them to an old watermill being used as a peaceful Nazi Wehrmacht outpost where German courtesans invite them to a light luncheon with biscuits and tea.
The young woman -- breathing hard from her rush across the field -- disturbs the boy's fantasies as she approaches. His face aflush with desire, the boy reaches up to her as she kneels over him and pulls her down close enough to surprise her with a kiss. Astonished by his alacrity of boldness and hormones, she did not pull away but instead caressed his tousled hair as he drew her closer to the ground. His kiss -- a fleeting moment of fancy -- was reciprocated with another -- now longer and more passionate. Their attraction -- though obvious before -- has now been confirmed. These two young lovers would find hope and joy in each other for years to come.
Meanwhile, from their cannons, Nazi Panzers spray foamy champagne across the land -- drenching all peoples with spirited celebration as peace reigns supreme among the vistas of happy children with their smiling grandparents. Whole families -- dancing to the sounds of factories churning out more lovely war machines -- continue to sing songs of joy as their happy Fuhrer skips along to an unknown melody playing in his head. The smokestacks of life camps spread the charming smells of baking sweetbreads for the celebration as love victoriously reigns in the hearts of one and all.
Oh what a happy world it is.
Eh?
"White Fang knew the law well: To oppress the weak and obey the strong"
Jack London, White Fang
My parents once told me not to play with matches, so I built a flamethrower
Jack London, White Fang
My parents once told me not to play with matches, so I built a flamethrower