June 16th, 1939.
Mein liebster Leser,
Hallo friends and comrades. It is a wunderbar day in Berlin. The sun is shining and the bier is strong. As I drive down the Brandenburg Gate on this warm summer morning, I look out and see such progress that the Reich has brought forth to this once decimated land: new buildings, a strong central government and a new political ideology that so many individuals have willingly followed. I consider myself lucky to have been a part of such a great spread of the new idea of western civilization. The world shall soon see what it is that the fuhrer has to offer. But the spread of this new life can be seen through what I… we have already accomplished and done to make light of our great plan.
Before this master plan could see the worlds light, a takeover of the putrid German government must have been done. Germany must be purged of all who are to impede its progress as a world power. The man known as Hindenburg must have been eliminated in order for our grand Zukunft to be set forward in motion. His ideologies did not fit my… the fuhrers maiden plan as did many Idioten of the day did. This plague of impudence needed to be eradicated so I (and I really mean I this time, Mein Leser) took matters into my own hands. The first step in the plan was to burn that Schrein, that symbol of captivity that the Reichstag presented to the ground. I did this with a smile and danced as the fire spread to the surrounding buildings. A year later I did the same to Hindenburg only not with fire, but with my specialty. His lungs couldn’t support the corrupt air he was breathing so I… helped him pass on.
The second step of the plan was to spread the love of the Reich to the people. Political ideologies as a religion needed followers and the Biergartens of Germany were ripened with them. I descended upon them with open arms of love and progression that Hitler’s embrace so willingly expelled. The political views spread like a cancer among the Menschen and soon blossomed into a beautiful flower that the German people so willingly adopted. The people listened and learned with such enthusiasm that it is amazing nazisism grew the way it did. These people were like cattle in my embrace and only needed a small, tiny Konzept to steer them in my direction. At this point the nation was ready for what was coming next and the people were poised and ready to listen to what the person in charge was going to do following. This vessel shall do for now. This silly mustached man shall be fit to commit my plague upon this earth.
So, as I drive down the Brandenburg Gate on this warm summer morning, I look out and see such progress that I have brought forth to this once decimated land: new buildings, a strong central government and a new political ideology that so many individuals have willingly followed. I am proud of my Praktische Arbeit and of the disease that I have spread amongst these people. Sitting in the comfortable back seat of my Mercedes- Benz W31 (and before you ask yes Mercedes existed then, dummkopf) gives me time to relax as my intentions unfold. Unlike my… colleagues, I exhort a kind of elegance that only the pale horsemen know. I like to sit back and watch my art unfold in a comfortable manner. My line of work calls for a single seed planted and once said seed is unearthed, it is too late to act. The deed has already been done. So, Mein liebster Leser, I leave you with this: Europe will fall and my epidemic shall be known by all the corners of the earth. For I am disease. I am malady. I am the one horsemen that no one wishes to meet but all must. I am: PESTILENCE.