I remember riding with him in the back of his limo, home from a rally, and he kept caressing my thigh-high black-leather boots.

“Heil Baby Heil: I was Hitler’s Groupie” (Excerpt)

You young kids don’t realize what you missed. Yeah, you had the Sixties, but Forty-Two was where it was at, Children: Hitler was like Jim Morrison times a Thousand! He was the German Lizard King, and he could do anything! Hitler WAS Stoned Immaculate, babies…!

I remember riding with him in the back of his limo, home from a rally, and he kept caressing my thigh-high black-leather boots. I know what you’re thinking: OF COURSE I sucked his cock!  And all the while I sucked his cock he recited his poetry…

When the Eastern Front conspires an armor 

And her sullen and aborted 

Currents breed tiny monsters 

Poland is dead 

Awkward instant 

And the first Jew is jettisoned 

Legs furiously pumping 

Their stiff green gallop 

And heads bob up 

Poise 

Delicate 

Pause 

Consent 

In mute nostril agony 

Carefully refined 

And sealed over

Adolph was so proud of that — especially the “mute nostril agony” part, because — as you know — Jews have big noses. Man, if he had an Electric Guitar he would’ve been like Hitler AND Elvis…!

Some people say to me: how could I be a Groupie for such a man? I find their shallowness sad: how could you not feel the True Soul of someone who could write this:

"Into this house we're born 

Into this world we're thrown 

Like a dog without a bone 

An Aryan out alone"

How could you not feel that True Soul, and how could you NOT suck its cock?

I’ll tell you the REAL story about Auschwitz later, babies…

I am Laslo.

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