Road diggers near the site of the Reichstag building in Berlin have found what appears to be a letter from Adolf Hitler to Joseph Goebbels his Propaganda Minister dated June 1939.
Thanks for the latest films and radio broadcasts. Great stuff. Especially the rallies. Nothing like heebie-jeebie spectacle... drums, flags and the darkness of night to get the German spirit going. How they love them, even those who were ready to faint. Just the reason they queue up to see horror movies. As I long ago pointed out to you in my capacity as an artist, the image is of major potency in all peoples.
Indeed the poison of visual satire was developed by the Brits to whom we owe much for our knowledge of sheeple control and indoctrination. Not to mention the beloved theory of evolution. Clever is that. No real foundation for it; as you my favourite philosopher, reliably inform me... but who cares?.. it gels so beautifully with our weltanschauung, don't you think?
After the first world War we Germans saw ourselves as worse than useless imbeciles. Hopeless losers to a man. Our job Joe is to turn that completely around, as I have told you. The ugly duckling will become the swan, the skivvy the lord of the manor, the defeated... Superman, no less, you know the score. God bless Nietzsche for paving the way. "The overcomer do I preach etc"... music to my ears. Just have to remove the obstacles, that's all.
Yes, I know it's an impossible mission over a short period but we have a whole future ahead of us and a world to conquer with we Nazis in control. And we know full well now how to do it thanks to the Russian experiment financed by our collaborators in America. Piece of cake Joe; the rule of the philosopher-kings has dawned to a background of Wagner's sheeple-stirring music. Love the "Ride of the Valkyries" don't you? All that struggle over adversity. Which reminds me... we need more "Triumph des Willens" films. Leni Riefenstahl... I adore her... like you, she listened to everything I told her.
Yes Joe, never forget you cannot turn a sheep into a toothless, cuddly lion without giving him a new identity. That is your job. Identity! Identity! Identity! Dialectics, dear Joe. On the left the subhuman Jew and against that, on the right, what every German can become... pure Aryan, pure genius, pure beauty and pure strength... pure 'Superman' in a word. At least, that is how he will see himself when we are finished with him. A simple recipe that has stood the test of time as any Negro will tell you. Indeed, I had a dream last night that one day Muslim and Christian would go for each other's throat on the very same premise; using the very same techniques you have so skilfully perfected. A little propaganda, a collectivized fantasy of a desirable reward that the enemy don't want you to have.... and over the cliff they go! Some things just never change, do they, Joe?
And can you have identity without belief? They have only to believe it. Identity-Belief... have those two words tattooed on your wrist and on Magda's forehead! You know better than most how to apply what I say. Now, burn this letter... in case that bastard Churchill gets his paws on it.