Douglas Mercer
December 30 2024
Continued from Empyrean (Part Thirteen)
POLITICS (2)
As everyone knows it was two Jews who wrote the letter to that cripple Roosevelt regarding atomic energy; if anyone needs any evidence of the Jewish war on Germany this is it writ large; we Germans knew of the possibility of a self sustaining reaction and what we actually achieved in this field is still a matter of conjecture, whatever it was merged in New Mexico. Nothing is so emblematic of where the Jews stood in relation to our people as the meeting (September 1941) between Bohr and Heisenberg. The details are not at all quite clear as we are not in the habit of chasing down phantoms; of course, when Hitler ascended the Jewish physicists fled like rats into the arms of their father: America. At the time they spoke of the Germans who remained as having struck the quintessential Faustian Bargain, a time worn cliché and canard which serves the Jews in their mendacity and deserves the sneer of indifference; when the two met in Copenhagen at the new German Cultural Institute Heisenberg asked him about the atomic bomb but the half Jew Bohr showed us all just why it was that that Napoleonic bargain was so fraught with peril; not a Dane (the idea is laughable) but a Jew he froze Heisenberg out and soon fled like a rat to the arms of his father: America. At the time it was bruited about that Heisenberg had been sabotaging our efforts and had been trying to get absolution from the “Pope.” Nothing of course could be further from the truth and I am in a position to know; anyway a German man does not ask forgiveness from a father. I put this at the head of this survey of the postwar political scene because nuclear power is the key to the whole drama; the splitting of the atom we know now is the most important event in the journey of any entities on any planet; the master key, as it were, more important than when life formed, or when the first creature slithered out of the primordial ooze, when that first hardy pioneer made landfall, or the birth of consciousness; it marks the crossing over point where man begins to exert total control over his environment and solves the problem of energy and of life itself; from that point on guiding the selection of life becomes a downhill endeavor; of course it is fusion which marks the next step, exerting extreme pressure and temperatures to harness the power of our sacred sun; and of course what they are doing in the Blue Building with Project Empyrean (for so I have since learned it was named) will be something which all of that cannot hold a candle to, presumably, greater than any of those former crossed frontiers and perhaps the final one. Of course when our titanic thunderclap resonated and resounded across the world it took time for America to regain its balance. By the summer of 1943 Roosevelt’s reputation was in tatters and one of our leaders who saw him that fall said that the man’s face was positively green. He died in his utter ignominy later that year (unmourned save by fools) and by that time we had the proof that Wallace was a communist and we all watched in more with open mouthed bewilderment when he became the President of America. How appropriate! What a country! Adolf Hitler’s position relative to all this was to be as hands off as possible; he noted that even at that time we had had only ten years to augment our revolution and it was far from complete; how much more difficult would it be for a country who had enshrined happiness in their charter! Still no man who had betrayed his country could remain in power long; we let it be known that a bland man of no consequence like Wilkie might serve as a caretaker until someone of a more suitable stature could be found; as for Wilkie no one sane could even work up the energy to have distaste for him. But no sooner had this happened than Joseph Kennedy began to campaign and we took it as a crucial sign that the Jews were banned from Los Alamos; it was a long and harrowing year 1944 but by the time Kennedy came to power (January 1945) we and the English were already ensconced in the New Mexican desert and nuclear power was in all of our possession. By then Kennedy was able to speak his mind freely and all of us joked that it is a wonderful thing when a man comes out at the ball; but the main thing was complete. We had our rule and the prospects for renewed war were nil; and safe to say that on late nights when we speculated the thread that all planets must go through, to thread the needle as it were, that nuclear power was the linchpin; either ascend to the stars or be smashed to smithereens; but even in that case so great is the only father we have, nature, that and so fecund that such a disaster, to it, is just one of those things; it can do it later, at another time, with another race. For unlike man until now at least it has all the time in the world on its hands.
We do not write books any more, just small papers here and there, tying up loose ends, as it were, more for our amusement than anything, sort of closet dramas or theaters of the mind or parlor games, if you will. One that I wrote was called The End Of History, because once it gives birth to the truth, once the Owl flies in daylight, it is not history proper. Of course this is just definitional; defining history as a struggle where man is subject to forces he cannot control; but when man begins to be the driving force behind events, when the main thread is part of a master plan, it is not really history, not strictly speaking. What is it? The future presumably, what nestles in the womb of time when man takes his own fate in his hands and makes it and no longer breaks it. Like the others it went in the archives in a suitably inconspicuous place, and the running bet is it won’t be looked at again.
February, 1943—if we kept to the sacred calendar it would be this which we would celebrate, though we noticed that throughout the 1970s even these were observed with less and less punctiliousness, as if our wise leaders were gradually weaning us from our past. It was in this decade just passed when suddenly a light seemed to be cast over the world, the Pax Germanica having come into its own, and a certain looseness and laxness seemed to spread; even the blood banners and the Old Fighters began to slowly ebb away as if grown men knew that to sing endless praise to the ancestors is never what the ancestors would have wanted; memory is a deep well for sure but one must not go down to it endlessly or like the mindless philosopher lost in creative abstraction tumble down to its depth. And really as I write this more and more I leave off and go outside and I think I know what the poet meant by ending his poem of voices, those cataclysmic voices, the paean to a dead world, a dying world, a poem of fear when he said that he longed for the peace which passes understanding. I can assure you that the peace I see came with understanding, and history had no more hidden corridors and deceives us by nothing; and I am reminded that in 1927 they say that he had a nervous breakdown in front of a Pieta at the Louvre; he was, and here I indulge my penchant for Americanisms, being so pungent and direct, a basket case. For peace is not something to be mystically yearned for from another world; but to be earned by the sweat of one’s brow. Which is why this history, which could fill volumes, will take on the character of a by the numbers portrait; you see though for the sake of duty and form I perform, my heart is not in it; I am more fascinated by what I see in the streets; a kind of holiday feeling as if vacation nears. I saw the words when the future is an illusion then illusion is the future on some store placard just the other day for instance; so something like that.
February, 1943---by the time we had broken out at Stalingrad the Soviet Union, what had begun so inauspiciously in a London Reading room and had made its way to the Finland Station (the Germans thought they were unloosing a bacillus on the enemy but the plague would not stay in place, a great folly in the march of human folly) was nearly only a rumor. As the Americans say we had run through all of Asia like shit runs through a goose; the blood ran red, but the world no longer. Of more importance was Africa; in that same fateful month (February, 1943) at the Kasserine Pass, nestled amidst the craggy peaks and arid plateaus of west-central Tunisia, the Afrika Corps at two mile wide gap in the Grand Dorsal Chain of the Atlas Mountains broke the back of the world and we began to carry its weight; that in tandem with their catastrophe in Stalingrad left them reeling; and we threw the Americans into the sea going from victory to victory and from strength to strength against a demoralized people. It’s an old saying that one is not defeated until one declares oneself so and an army does not march on its stomach but on its heart; Rommel at the Pass determined that the weakest point of the American defense was there; his first strike was repulsed, but with tank reinforcements, Rommel broke through on February 20 1943, inflicting devastating casualties on the U.S. forces. The Americans withdrew from their position, leaving behind most of their equipment. As he surveyed the scene he was dismissive of American fighting man but was agog at their material; I can tell you as news filtered back to us of this great victory the stillness which had pervaded our thoughts got even stiller; we knew above all that with Russia off the ledger the Americans would be awestruck and gasping for air; and so it came to pass. Could they have learned and reconnoitered and regrouped? That is theoretically possible but no man lives in theory; no man makes history on paper. Soon we had thrown them off the African continent and soon all of Eurasia and Africa was one great German Fortress, impregnable to attack. All the oil of the East, all of the Asian landmass and its outcropping of Europe and all of its and Africa’s great and abundant resources and unlimited supplies were ours forever; and with the entire Hemisphere in our control the will to fight was abandoned, though as always it takes months not days for reality to set in that the truth was too rich for their blood. It was Aristotle who said that magnanimity is the greatest human emotion; but victory is the prerequisite for this feeling; and there was to be no exultation and no triumphs; for in a civil war no man is exhilarated by the defeat of the opponents; only at the clearing of the air.
England was the first to fall. If the Americans were world historical naïfs then the English were opera buffa fools. I of course naturally dislike saying this about my American and English cousins but then this paper will be read by few eyes, and discerning ones at that, and by every indication the archives that it will be secreted away in will meet the same fate as those degenerate books we incinerated on the campuses all those years ago, for as always it is the flame that leads us on, not our mad desire. But the English, for all of their world spanning glory, have since the 19th century been a very dishonest lot, subjugating entire areas of the globe and swanning about as moralistic schoolmarms and bible readers in the Metropole. It was Churchill himself who in 1920 stated the obvious fact that Russian Bolshevism was a Jewish invention through and through; it’s true he did ridiculously follow up with the exhortation for Jews to become a part of their new nations or plan on heading back to Zion, which was the same miserable mistake that the Spanish Inquisition had made and Napoleon had made—that a Jew could be anything but a Jew. Had we not attained the palm by cutting the Jewish Gordian knot in one clean stroke the continued folly would be rather depressing. Indeed, we learned from a quick search of their archives that as late as 1937 he wrote about how the Jews could avoid persecution by saying that, and here I quote, the wickedness of the persecutors was only partly to blame, and that an equal share went to the Jews with their penchant for separateness. This is mish mash; a man grasps a scintilla of the truth and either lacks the courage to speak it or the intelligence to say it. But the fact was that this alcohol addict had run up debts—so he needed the Jews money, a theme we have heard before. This is of course but historical minutia by now and will always be caviar to the millions—but when we think of how he (supposedly) mobilized the English language and cranked up the rhetorician’s skill gleaned from Cambridge sodomites and he spoke of the most monstrous tyranny in the lamentable catalogue of human crime—well, as Wilde said, one cannot read that without bursting out laughing. The part about victory we always liked; and the part about fighting on the beaches---well, those are brave words that became famous last words. But even given this Hitler wanted to have as even handed and hands off approach as possible to the internal affairs of England lest he be seen as high handed. As we sat around the mess we wondered what exactly the holdup was. They had everything they wanted—communism had been vanquished, they had a proven defender of their empire (which, absent us, was going to the dogs), and they had their peace to prosper and make their millions. Well the Jews you say---yes, the Jews, it made for some prickly moments—but when it comes to the Jews all I can say is you cannot please everyone. Soon enough though John Bull came to his right senses—it was all very twee---and Churchill, seeing the writing in his obituary---stepped aside and as a nonentity caretaker Atlee was put in his place, though by rights by then it could have been a post. As for British society it mostly kept calm and carried on—at least of some of them half in awe of the seeming conjuring trick we had pulled off---we made Napoleon look like a rank amateur---and anyway they knew they would live. And if I have learned anything in my study of the world it is that if you give the average English gentleman his garden and his tea and some peace and quiet to putter around in, he won’t make much of a fuss about things.
The rest of the world was naturally simpler. The Japanese were apt pupils and we did respect their warrior ethos but no plain German man can stand too much of the Kabuki obfuscation. They got the message plain and simple to back off to their homeland and we would leave them alone and support them if need be. As the joke went in the barracks---we were not monsters after all. China simply became an international protectorate and reasonable deals were made with the Chinese people where they were duked into what was surely going to be a profitable enterprise. The general feeling was that this was another inscrutable people, even more hive like than the Japanese, but with their teeming millions we likely dodged a bullet. The rest of the world had no choice to follow suit, and not that we cared but had we would have explained that their future, however modest, was sure to be far superior to their lot had the hardscrabble world of Jews and free trade been bright to bear. As an American said carrying a big stick covers a multitude of circumstances. All in all the order of the world fell like a rapid succession of dominos, it is why strategists speak of a choke point after all.
And then of course there were our American Cousins. What a lamentable people! What a comedy of niceties! We handed them 500 Treason Cases on a platter, including their Vice President-and what do they do? Deliberate. Sure the man in the street was up in arms and there was some violence against the Jews but it was put down in good order; it was nothing like our night of crystal where a real point got made; we know that in society there was fretting and huffing, along with some real outrage, but the fact that they were seen as capitulating made them moderate the tone as if they were Cato of old obeying the laws. We watched with horror laced with bemusement when in their stately halls they initiated impeachment articles against their Vice President Wallace, as if they had not heard that many years before a German man had declared that it will be blood an iron, not parliaments, which decide the fate of the future. By this time Roosevelt was in his upper rooms and we had it on good word that his face was green, as if the inner man in a reverse Dorian Gray had appeared on his visage. The whole thing had the air of a travesty but it did have the advantage of airing some particularly heinous details; by the time it was over no decent American could doubt that they had been deceived on a massive scale and that in the scales of justice justice was served. In the days of our ancestors it was the bog; in our day we would have dispensed with the whole charade and solved it with piano wire and a chair that could be kicked over.
It took America a long time to come around, at least in their inner hearts. That is it took them a while for reality to set in; once Wilkie became Vice President Roosevelt resigned; it was quite a sight to see the weak and wizened old man being wheeled out of the house for the final time, it was the end of an era for sure. Garner then became the Vice President but with all the turmoil the shock had yet to wear off and it took time for normality to reign. It was in early 1944 that Hitler sought to calm the waters and went to both New York City and Washington DC and his speech and his person were, I must say, met respectfully. In New York he was especially taken with the skyscrapers and even went to the top of the Empire State Building, praising the Americas for being able to build such a majestic edifice at the depth of the depression. And indeed praise was the keynote of his speeches and I can tell you it came from his heart. He spoke of his childhood reading Karl May and what Bismarck had said about the momentous nature of the first Englishmen setting foot in Virginia; he spoke of the explorers Lewis and Clark, of the men who shot the gaps and forged the rivers, and built the towns and built the cities; he said that this was what the good Saxon stock always did; he said that we were the same people, the same kin, and lamented that for so long that fact had been obscured by petty interests; most of all he said he loved the American spirit, the drive, and the energy, and the ingenuity, and the inventiveness, and the science; and he loved the great open spaces of the continent which was always destined to be ruled by our people forever. This rapturous encomium was met with great thanks, as if when the Americans met out Fuhrer they were taken and spellbound by his lofty speech and vigorous words and his grave demeanor; so different than what they had been told. At the end of his speech he said he next wanted to visit the West Coast and see the Grand Canyon and Yosemite; this happened only in 1946 when he also visited the Redwoods and said he had finally found his Cathedral, a place where wood was resistant to flame. Before he left he came to a basic agreement with Wilkie and great fanfare was made of a new triumvirate as if Caesar himself had come back from the grave to divide the world this time in three parts. Hitler’s last public words were that he was a man of peace, and he praised Chamberlain here; he said that this was to be a lasting peace and he promised the remainder of the world that they would be treated with moderation and justice; that aside from the necessary development which was required to make our way into the future he had no designs on them or their land apart from that which was needful; and he promised that they would share in this; he said that there was no idea of plunder or rapine, a promise which has held to this day, and was startling to many observers. Lastly he went to Mt Vernon to lay a wreath at the grave of the father of their country and in a moving ceremony said that from this moment on mankind would need to make war no more.
In 1946 Joseph Kennedy was elected President and he proved to be a great and good friend of ours and built the structure and ground plan of the future. His son John served from 1964 to 1972 which was when the past had been surpassed and we began to develop the rockets to travel into space and to explore all the frontiers that our people were destined for. By now (1980 as I write) America has been fully coordinated, a new generation born in peace has seen the great fruits that our victory has wrought. No more the old folly but power vested in the wise and powerful few, synarchy; Hegel said that what we learn from history is that we do not learn from history, but that no longer remains true. They said too that if you don’t remember history you are bound to repeat it. But now we repeat nothing, having revised it, having rewritten it, and having done it right. You see for all our military majesty the German is always the dreamy one--and all we wanted was a country of our own to work out our own destiny along our own lines and in our own way---to pursue what we at any rate consider to be our special path.
Continued at Empyrean (Part Fifteen)
