More old newsy (this is serious stuff!)
Actually, this is serious.
I'm reading these old newspapers (as you well know). The local paper has the local local news (as in "Mrs. Grutchnaught, formerly Miss Samantha Jones, visited with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, at their home in West Spring Green on Thursday and Friday. They had a delightful weekend.); and it also has news about Wisconsin, and, on p. 3, they usually print news of the world.
It's the news of the world that makes me slightly nauseated. I'm in 1933 right now, which means... Hitler.
I saw a picture of Mr. Hitler when he was elected. It was a studio photo. He had the mustache, but wasn't doing the speeches with the arm going up. Still, seeing his pic made me go, "Oh. Crap." He looked like... a person, not this icon, and that jarred me.
Then I saw a picture of Hitler once he'd gone from being Chancellor, to taking control of the gov't. The local newspaper, for its credit, did note that this was disturbing. And once again, I felt nauseated.
Then, next week, there was a photo of the fire at the Reichstag. And the related news from the German Gov't, that this was done by the communists.
Damn. Damny damn damn. Further damn.
My head has been, in a way, transported back to that time. It was a jarring experience to see that face the first time. And to read about him coming to power, then a few issues later, taking over Germany, and then the fire in the Reichstag.... It's like taking a time machine back to these times, but I have absolutely no ability to change the future. It's sickening. I told myself to not look at any of this foreign news anymore.
In a way, I think it's good that I feel sickness at this. Feeling a deep sickness written into our culture about Nazi Germany, for as long as possible, it just fine with me.
I will now return to stupidcrazy news items in the next item.
I'm reading these old newspapers (as you well know). The local paper has the local local news (as in "Mrs. Grutchnaught, formerly Miss Samantha Jones, visited with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, at their home in West Spring Green on Thursday and Friday. They had a delightful weekend.); and it also has news about Wisconsin, and, on p. 3, they usually print news of the world.
It's the news of the world that makes me slightly nauseated. I'm in 1933 right now, which means... Hitler.
I saw a picture of Mr. Hitler when he was elected. It was a studio photo. He had the mustache, but wasn't doing the speeches with the arm going up. Still, seeing his pic made me go, "Oh. Crap." He looked like... a person, not this icon, and that jarred me.
Then I saw a picture of Hitler once he'd gone from being Chancellor, to taking control of the gov't. The local newspaper, for its credit, did note that this was disturbing. And once again, I felt nauseated.
Then, next week, there was a photo of the fire at the Reichstag. And the related news from the German Gov't, that this was done by the communists.
Damn. Damny damn damn. Further damn.
My head has been, in a way, transported back to that time. It was a jarring experience to see that face the first time. And to read about him coming to power, then a few issues later, taking over Germany, and then the fire in the Reichstag.... It's like taking a time machine back to these times, but I have absolutely no ability to change the future. It's sickening. I told myself to not look at any of this foreign news anymore.
In a way, I think it's good that I feel sickness at this. Feeling a deep sickness written into our culture about Nazi Germany, for as long as possible, it just fine with me.
I will now return to stupidcrazy news items in the next item.