I love Hitler

As I stand before this most beautiful and dignified of men, I feel embraced by his love. I behold the man who rose up against all odds to become the hope and glory of his people, as they faced an unfathomable demonic force of hate that would attempt to completely eradicate a most precious nation of noble Aryans, through horrific suffering.

Gazing into the eyes of my beloved Fuhrer, I see love, caring, and empathy.   

I see God. I see his beautiful soul reflected in the depths of my own soul.

I am seeing God.

My beloved Hitler had loved his people so very much, caring for them, protecting them, and guiding them. He especially loved children, and he loved animals. He never wanted to see any living being in pain.

He showed immense caring in every compassionate gaze and loving caress he often bestowed upon his devoted soldiers, and upon grieving widows, and upon children, our most innocent and precious little ones.

He did all that while bearing upon his shoulders the weight of command, the weight of leadership, the weight of every decision made in the face of the pure horror that every Germanic aryan would endure and suffer should their army of noble and heroic men perish.

And indeed so many honorable and brave men had willingly made that final sacrifice trying to protect their families who were huddled amongst the fire-bombed ruins of their once majestic cities, surrounded by cold, starvation and horror, amid the dead, mangled and charred bodies of their loved ones.

Our beloved leader saw what was inevitably going to happen, and yet despite all that, he knew he had to continue to stand tall before his people, before his command staff, and before his fighting men.

He knew he had to continue to emanate love, caring and empathy while knowing that that day was approaching when he and his loyal wife would have to make that final decision, to spare his people from further humiliation.

And yet he remained a beacon of hope, inspiration, love, caring, and leadership while under the weight of all that, the weight of that impending terror, horror and pain which he knew his nation of precious souls would have to endure.

I am at a complete loss for words to describe what I feel.

His spirit will rise again, as he had promised us. We are soon going to face the same ungodly satanic evil that he had dared to stand up to. We will never quit. We will never dishonor the memory of his undying legacy that will always live through us until our dying breaths.

We will always, always, love Adolf Hitler, with all our hearts.

An meine geliebte kameraden,

Sieg heil…

Heil Hitler!