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Hitler and The Donald Himself, Again

We tried to make the comparison between The Donald Himself and Hitler but it does not seem that we got the message out.  So here we go to try, try again.

Both The Donald Himself and Hitler are the male of the species.

Both are of German or Austrian ancestry.

Both were big in Real Estate, as The Donald Himself has Mar a Lago in Florida, golf courses all over the world and many 50, 60 and 70 story condominiums in Manhattan and all over the world as well.  Hitler had Germany, all of Eastern Europe, Poland, Belgium, France, North Africa and half of Russia.

Both married beautiful, accomplished models/actresses/entrepreneurs except for Hitler.  If you are or were married to The Donald Himself, you are rich, successful and have beautiful successful children.  If you married Hitler or had an intimate relationship with him, you wound up dead.  The official cause of death for Hitler’s paramours is always suicide.  Now in the case of his first paramour his mistress/niece Geli Raubal, she wound up with a bullet in the back of her head.  Some speculate that she was whacked.

Both had private little armies who would beat the crap out of anyone who looked at their Leader sideways.  Hitler had his ‘Brown Shirts’ who later became the Wafen SS.  True, The Donald Himself didn’t have anyone like the Brown Shirts, when he started but now he has the Secret Service.  The initials for the Secret Service, are SS.

Both are self-made Billionaires, except for Hitler.  But let’s not be too hasty here.  The Donald Himself’s father left him a hundred million or so.  Hitler’s father left him with nothing.  If he had, we’re sure Adolph would have made a few bucks without having to put guns to people’s heads.

As you can see here, if The Donald Himself gets elected President of the United States it will be… The End.

Now full disclosure here as we have endorsed HerHillaryness but unlike the rest of the media, we tell it like it is.  So we have to tell you that there are others out there who say if HerHillayrness gets elected President of the United States, it will be…  The End.  You know the Benghazi thing, the emails, the money collected down there at the Bill & Hill, Gold and Silver Pawn Shop and Loan, in Little Rock yada, yada, yada.

Which brought up a philosophical discussion here among the staff and that is when…  The End occurs, do you want to be there?  Because whether you believe in science or religion or both, you know the end of days is coming.  On that they both agree.  It’s just a matter of when.  Now most of the staff here have children and grandchildren and they don’t want… The End to be anytime soon.  But as the fates would have it, I your humble servant, do not have any progeny, so when it happens… The End, it will be awesome and I want to see it.  I want to be there.

So while I look forward to November and 2017, the rest of you out there should cling to this year 2016, the way you did to the summer, when you were a kid. Enjoy every last moment of the warmth of the sun.  Enjoy whatever romance you may have, as if it was a summer romance that would come to a bitter sweet end no matter what anyone’s intentions were.  Ah, life is not fair.  So we leave you with this poignant quote below because as you can see no matter who wins this November, it will be…  The End.  On that, once again, both sides agree.

It’s only a matter of how, this time.  When, is sometime after January 20, 2017.

“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, on the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.” James Joyce

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