What?!? WTF? MY president? A FASCIST? Say it isn't so. Well, y'know, the German yoots are AWFULLY tired of having to bear the burden of their ancestors' sins. They're just a little bit bored of hearing about Hitler every time they raise their hands to hail a taxi (hint: German kids, don't all raise your hands at once to hail a taxi, this looks suspicous; just one previously-elected-in-a-ridiculously-bureaucratic-ritual group representative is enough).
They didn't whip out the Obama Hitler photo right away. They simply had a slightly dumpy, bespectacled young chick step in front of me while I was walking the dog the other day. She seemed harmless. I thought she wanted me to join Greenpeace or Oxfam or something or other. She ranted about eco fascists, genocide, the New World Order, and so on. Then I told her that I didn't speak German. So she had to repeat the whole tirade in English (I'm wicked). I may be evil, but DAMN, the fact that she could rant in 2 languages was fairly impressive. So I continued to listen. She started condeming groups like Greenpeace, etc. as the eco fascists. I was being entertained (the only thing missing was popcorn), so I went along with it.
"You mean, the big bunch of green kids is wrong to try to save the Earth?" said I.
"Are you kidding?" said she, "They are the WORST fascists of all the ultra liberal groups!
(at this point I wanted to stop her and suggest that the term 'fascist' ONLY applies to the right wing, but why not let the poor sons and daughters of stormtroopers writhe in irony?)
"BARK!!! BARK!!! Woof!" the dog chimed in.
"Oh, your dog has an opinion, too!" she went on.
"No, we've just been walking for a half hour in minus 5 and he's telling me to get my white ass inside."
"He said that? What's his name?"
(quizzical look from the Hitler Jugend) "Well, you should read our literature. Have you heard of the LaRouche movement?"
"No, but I don't watch German TV."
"They're not German," a tired looking guy in the group added, "but you should know about them, being American."
"I'm the typical ignorant American you've read about," I explained.
The girl put a magazine in my hand, and since it didn't have pictures of Jesus and beams of light on it, I actually held it for a minute or two. Then I flipped it over and saw the O-BOMB-A:
"Yes!" They blasphemed, "With his healthcare and his genocide and his fascism and his..."
"Sorry, hon, you are out of your TREE."
"Never mind. But seriously, comparing Obama to Hitler is like comparing Jesus Christ to Hitler (at this point I was yearning for the Jesus in beams o' light pamphlet instead). They are not even CLOSE. GET IT??"
"Would you let me finish?" she begged.
"Rant on, sister."
"Blah blah BLAH. And some BLAH. And to BLAH BLAH that, there was BLAH!!!!!"
"TRILLIONS!" the haggard faced male said.
"And do you believe that Obama is HELPING the sick?" a new voice joined. A black voice. An African yoot joined the chorus of Hitler Jugend Gegen Obama, Inc.
I think he saw my jaw drop. No, really? I thought. You. Can't. Be. Serious. How much are these SS progeny paying you? Please, brother. Give anotha brotha a chance. Stop associating with these SS ass clowns and get a real job. I just can't take it.
He must have heard my thoughts or saw the flabbergasted look of shock and horror on my face. Or maybe his English wasn't up to snuff. He left the conversation.
"Ach!!! Bad dog!!! Look! Your bad dog has PISSED on our booth!" she chastised.
It was really hard to hide a grin. I wagged my finger in the dog's face and said 'bad.' No exclamation point. I found it funny.
"Well, maybe you find it funny to talk with us, but you really don't want to accept the Truth," she proclaimed.
"No, I didn't find it funny. I think 'fun' was the word you were looking for, and it wasn't fun either. Entertaining, yes."
"Meeting me was the best thing that happened to you today. And you want to leave before you can hear the Truth," she pontificated.
Damn, the Moonies got NOTHIN' on these cats.
"The day is young," I said, "it could always get better."
"You are the man who is going up the escalator and passes all the pretty girls and hopes to get a prettier one," the tired man chimed in (what was he? Her PIMP?).
I didn't want to insult the young lady, so I apologized for the piss on the booth, tipped my hat while leaving and said