Don Adolf Considers A Proposition

Adolf: We have known each other many years, but this is the first time you’ve come to me for counsel or for help. I can’t remember the last time you invited me to your political party, even though my race provides you with so many votes. But let’s be frank here. You never wanted my strength. And you feared to learn about my Volkish idea.

Cuck: I didn’t want to get into trouble.

Adolf: I understand. You found paradise in America. You had a good scam, you lived in a nice McMansion. The Jews protected you and there were television shows. So you didn’t need a friend like me. Now you come and say “Nazi, kill these niggers.” But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me “Leader.” You come into my Reich on the day of Blondi’s birthday and you ask me to do revolution–for money.

Cuck: I ask you for freedom.

Adolf: That is not freedom. Your Volk is still alive.

Cuck: Let them suffer then as I suffer.

[the Adolf is silent]

Cuck: Don’t you hate niggers?

[Adolf turns away dismissively, but Cuck stays on]

Adolf: What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you’d come to me in the early years, this scum who raped your country would be suffering this very day. And if by some chance a normal man like yourself made enemies they would become my enemies. And then, (((they))) would fear you.

Cuck: Be my friend… Leader.

[Adolf at first laughs, but upon hearing the title he lifts his hand, and a humbled Cuck raises his right arm and salutes the Leader]

Adolf: Good.