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Friday, June 17, 2005

No, I’m Hitler – er, I mean, Spartacus. Yeah, that’s it. I’m Spartacus!

Bill at INDC Journal linked to it. So did Michelle Malkin. In fact, just about every blogger on the Web has linked to it (if the trackback list is anything to go by), so I might as well, too. What is “it”? It’s this item, courtesy of Jeff at Beautiful Atrocities (and I won’t even begin to go into why I love that name – suffice it to say that I do).

It seems like everyone and his cousin Phil is being compared to Hitler these days. And frankly, this meme is starting to wear a bit thin.

What does it mean, exactly, to compare someone to Hitler? Basically, it means that the person making that comparison is an idiot. Sorry if I have offended anyone (actually, I’m not the least bit sorry), but Hitler was a unique figure in world history (thank God!); comparing anyone to him (with the possible exception of Stalin) reveals one to be: a) an historical illiterate; b) chemically free of any capacity for moral or ethical discernment; and c) intellectually lazy, or more accurately, utterly bereft.

But it turns out that some people have a better claim to the Hitler mantle than others, if the research of Scott Lively and Kevin Abrams bears up to scrutiny. The Pink Swastika, originally published in 1995, with an updated fourth edition released in 2002, is an examination of homosexuality in the National Socialist German Workers Party, or as they were known at the time, the Nazis. Yes, you read that right, sports fans: the upper echelons of the Nazi Party were as gay as Christopher Street on a Saturday night. Sounds like somebody at the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force got some ‘splainin’ to do.

As tempted as I am, I am not going to trot out the “Hypocrisy!” charge so favored by the Left. Despite the fact that the antics of such gangs of hooligans as ACT-UP and Queer Nation are ominously reminiscent of the head-busting tactics of Ernst Roehm – a notorious flamer in his own right – and his SA (Sturmabteilung, or storm troopers), I don’t believe it serves any purpose to throw those similarities in anyone’s face. I’ll just remark – quite casually, mind you – that the fact that these similarities go so completely unnoticed by the Bushitler Brigades is indicative of the historical illiteracy I alluded to earlier.

The Pink Swastika made for riveting reading, and I have been following up reading the book by checking out the bibliography. (Don’t tell my boss; he thinks I’m actually working!) So far, Lively’s and Abram’s work checks out. I have not examined all of the book’s 200-plus source documents, but those I have been able to locate – I found a couple of them on my own bookshelves, a side-benefit of being an indiscriminate and voracious reader – support the authors’ thesis: that the Nazi Party, which rose to power during Weimar Germany, was founded by the original “radical fairies”. In fact, Germany in the early years of the last century was the birthplace of the “gay rights” movement in Western culture, and homosexuality was known in Europe of the era as “the German vice”. Berlin of the 1920s occupied a position very similar to that of San Francisco today.

The Pink Swastika is a hard book to find; Barnes & Noble doesn't carry it, Amazon.com says to allow 2-4 weeks(!) for delivery, and all I got from the clerk at Border's was a blank stare. (No, I'm not going to comment; it just wouldn't be sporting.) But you can find it, in its entirety, on the Web. It's a damn good read, and well worth the bandwidth. And it will drive the gay activist in your family completely berserk.


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