A crowd, maybe even millions crammed into the hanger in Florida, so many that they spilled across vast spaces. A feisty, pout-faced little man shouted about freedom and jobs and about disasters in Sweden. Never mind that no one in that country had a clue about his reference, we all know that a mere mention of Scandinavian Socialism sparks vitriol in nearly everyone’s heart.
There was no ‘Hakenkreuz,’ no Swastika, but you could almost hear the drum-beat of the ‘Horst Wessel Song,’ the anthem of National Socialism until 1945. The words of the song were subtly alluded to:
Die Fahne hoch! [Fly high the Flag!] Die Straße frei den braunen Batallionen. [Free the streets for the Brown Battalions.] Die Straße frei dem Sturmabteilungsmann! [Free the streets for the StormTroopers!] Es schau'n aufs Hakenkreuz voll Hoffnung schon Millionen. [Almost millions look with hope to the Swastika.] Der Tag für Freiheit und für Brot bricht an! [The Day of Freedom and Bread (jobs) is coming!]
Our sad little man, like one years ago before him, would be a buffoon were he not in a position to wield such power. One can only suppose that like the moustache-faced, sad little man before him, our sad little man will precipitate his own downfall.