somonels said:
Spade Lead said:
Anyone know where we can get a translation of Mein Kampf on the internet?
http://www.hitler.org/writings/Mein_Kampf/
umm, modafuggan crawly dings on a skyship
You my hero Nigga!
Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
Volume One - A Reckoning
Chapter V: Da Ghetto War
As A YOUNG SCAMP up in mah wild years, not a god damn thang had so grieved me as havin been born at a time which obviously erected its Hallz of Hype only ta shopkeepers n' posse officials. Da wavez of phat events seemed ta have grown so smooth dat tha future straight-up seemed ta belong only to tha 'peaceful contest of nations'; up in other lyrics, a cold-ass lil cozy mutual swindling match wit tha exclusion of violent methodz of defense. Da various nations fuckin started ta be mo' n' mo' like private playa hatas whoz ass cut tha ground from under one anotherz feet, jackin each otherz hustlas n' orders, trying in every last muthafuckin way ta git ahead of one another, n' stagin dis whole act amid a hue n' cry as loud as it is harmless. This pimpment seemed not only to endure but was expected up in time (as was universally recommended) ta remodel the whole ghetto tha fuck into one big-ass department store up in whose vestibulez tha busts of tha shrewdest profiteers n' da most thugged-out lamblike administratizzle officials would be garnered fo' all eternity. Da English could supply tha merchants, the Germans tha administratizzle officials, n' tha Jews no diggitizzle would have to sacrifice themselves ta bein tha ballaz, since by they own admission they never make any scrilla yo, but always 'pay,' and, besides, drop a rhyme da most thugged-out languages.
Why couldn't I done been born a hundred muthafuckin years earlier, biatch? Say at the time of tha Warz of Liberation when a man, even without a 'business,' was straight-up worth somethang?!
Thus I had often indulged up in supa pissed thoughts concernin mah earthly pilgrimage, which, as it seemed ta me, had begun too late, n' regarded the period 'of law n' order' ahead of mah crazy ass as a mean n' undeserved trick of Fate. Even as a funky-ass pimp I was no 'pacifist,' n' all attempts ta educate me up in dis direction came ta nothang.
Da Boer Battle was like summer lightnin ta mah dirty ass.
Every dizzle I waited impatiently fo' tha newspapers n' devoured dispatches n' shizzle reports, aiiight all up in tha privilege of witnessin dis heroic struggle even at a thugged-out distizzle.
Da Russo-Japanese Battle found mah crazy ass considerably mo' mature yo, but also mo' attentive. Mo' fo' nationistic reasons I had already taken sides, and up in our lil raps at once sided wit tha Japanese. In a thugged-out defeat of tha Russians I saw tha defeat of Austrian Slavdom.
Since then nuff muthafuckin years have passed, n' what tha fuck as a funky-ass pimp had seemed to mah crazy ass a lingerin disease, I now felt ta be tha on tha down-low before tha storm. As early as mah Vienna period, tha Balkans was immersed up in dat livid sultriness which customarily announces tha hurricane, n' from time ta time a funky-ass beam of brighter light flared up, only ta vanish again up in tha spectral darkness. But then came tha Balkan Battle n' wit it tha straight-up original gangsta gust of wind swept across a Europe grown nervous. Da time which now followed lay on tha chests of men like a heavy nightmare, sultry as feverish tropic heat, so dat due to constant anxiety tha sense of approachin catastrophe turned at last to longing: let Heaven at last give free rein ta tha fate which could no longer be thwarted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And then tha straight-up original gangsta mighty lightnin flash struck the earth; tha storm was unleashed n' wit tha thunder of Heaven there mingled the roar of tha Ghetto Battle batteries.
When tha shizzle of tha cappin' of Archduke Francis Ferdinand arrived in Munich (I happened ta be chillin up in da crib n' heard of it only- vaguely), I was at first seized wit worry dat tha bullets may done been blasted from the pistolz of German students, who, outta indignation all up in tha heir apparent's continuous work of Slavization, wanted ta free tha German gangstas from this internal enemy. What tha consequence of dis would done been was easy as fuck to imagine: a freshly smoked up wave of persecutions which would now done been 'justified' and 'explained' up in tha eyez of tha whole ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But when, soon afterward, I heard tha namez of tha supposed assassins, n' moreover read dat they had been identified as Serbs, a light shudder fuckin started ta run all up in mah crazy ass at this vengeizzle of inscrutable Destiny.
Da top billin playa of tha Slavs had fallen beneath tha bullets of Slavic fanatics.
Every Muthafucka wit constant occasion up in tha last muthafuckin years ta observe the relation of Austria ta Serbia could not fo' a moment be up in doubt dat a stone had been set rollin whose course could no longer be arrested.
Those whoz ass todizzle shower tha Viennese posse wit reproaches on tha form n' content of tha ultimatum it issued, do it a injustice. No other juice up in tha ghetto could have acted differently up in tha same stupid-ass situation and tha same stupid-ass position. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. At her southeastern border Austria possessed a inexorable and mortal enemy whoz ass at shorter n' shorter intervals kept challengin the monarchy n' would never have left off until tha moment favorable fo' the shatterin of tha Empire had arrived. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! There was reason ta fear dat this would occur all up in tha sickest fuckin wit tha dirtnap of tha oldschool Emperor; by then like the oldschool monarchy would no longer be up in a posizzle ta offer any straight-up resistizzle. In tha last few muthafuckin years tha state had been so bound up wit tha thug of Francis Joseph dat tha dirtnap of dis oldschool embodiment of tha Empire was felt by tha broad masses ta be tantamount ta tha dirtnap of tha Empire itself. Indeed, it was one of tha craftiest artifices, particularly of tha Slavic policy, ta create tha appearizzle dat tha Austrian state no longer owed its existence ta anythang but tha miraculous n' unique skill of dis monarch; this flattery was all tha mo' welcome up in tha Hofburg, since it corresponded not at all ta tha real meritz of tha Emperor. Da thorn hidden up in these paeanz of praise remained undiscovered Da rulaz did not see, and like no longer wanted ta see, dat tha mo' tha monarchy depended on tha outstanding statecraft, as they put it, of dis 'wisest monarch' of all times, tha more catastrophic tha situation was bound ta become if one dizzle Fate was ta knock at his fuckin lil' door, too, demandin its tribute.
Was oldschool Austria even conceivable without tha Emperor?!
Wouldn't tha tragedy which had once stricken Maria Theresa have been repeated?
Fuck dat shit, it is straight-up bustin tha Vienna circlez a injustice ta reproach them wit rushin tha fuck into a war which might otherwise done been avoided. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It no longer could be avoided yo, but at most could done been postponed fo' one or two years. But dis was tha curse of German as well as Austrian diplomacy, that it had always striven ta postpone tha inevitable reckoning, until at length it was forced ta strike at da most thugged-out unfavorable hour. Our thugged-out asses can be convinced that a gangbangin' further attempt ta save peace would have brought war at a even more unfavorable time.
Fuck dat shit, em whoz ass did not want dis war had ta have tha courage to grill tha consequences, which could have consisted only up in tha sacrifice of Austria. Even then tha war would have come yo, but no longer as a struggle of all against ourselves yo, but up in tha form of a partizzle of tha Habsburg monarchy fo' realz. And then they had ta make up they mindz ta join in, and ta look on wit empty handz n' let Fate run its course.
Those straight-up gangstas, however, whoz ass todizzle is loudest up in cursing the beginnin of tha war n' offer tha sagest opinions was em whoz ass contributed most fatally ta steerin our asses tha fuck into dat shit.
For decades tha Social Democrats had carried on da most thugged-out scoundrelly war agitation against Russia, n' tha Center fo' religious reasons had been most actizzle up in bustin tha Austrian state tha hinge n' pivot of Germany policy. Now our crazy-ass asses had ta suffer tha consequencez of dis lunacy. What came had ta come, n' could no longer under any circumstizzlez be avoided. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! The guilt of tha German posse was dat up in order ta preserve peace it always missed tha favorable hours fo' striking, became entangled up in tha alliizzle for tha preservation of ghetto peace, n' thus finally became tha victim of a ghetto coalizzle which countered tha idea of preservin ghetto peace with not a god damn thang less than determination fo' ghetto war.
If tha Vienna posse had given tha ultimatum another milder form, dis would have chizzled not a god damn thang up in tha situation except at most one thang, dat dis posse would itself done been swept away by tha indignation of tha gangstas. For up in tha eyez of tha broad masses tha tone of tha ultimatum was far too gentle n' by no means too brutal, let alone too far-reaching Every Muthafucka whoz ass todizzle attempts ta argue dis away is either a gangbangin' forgetful blockhead or a perfectly conscious swindla n' liar
Da struggle of tha year 1914 was not forced on tha masses- no, by tha livin Dogg-it was desired by tha whole gangstas.
Muthafuckas wanted at length ta put a end ta tha general uncertainty. Only thus can it be understood dat mo' than two mazillion German pimps and boys thronged ta tha flavas fo' dis hardest of all struggles, prepared to defend tha flag wit tha last drop of they blood.
