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By: Long Knives 88 Date: January 19, 2016, 3:09 pm
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Das Schwarze Korps, 25 April 1940
Jerry Siegel Attacks!
Once there was a man who was so strong that he could stop a
speeding locomotive with his ring finger, but he didn’t do it.
—Folk tale from Des Moines, Iowa, USA
Siegellack stinks! [Literally “Sealing wax stinks, but also a
pun on Siegel’s name]
—Proverb from Massachusetts
Jerry Siegel, an intellectually and physically circumcised chap
who has his headquarters in New York, is the inventor of a
colorful figure with an impressive appearance, a powerful body,
and a red swim suit who enjoys the ability to fly through the
ether.
The inventive Israelite named this pleasant guy with an
overdeveloped body and underdeveloped mind “Superman.” He
advertised widely Superman’s sense of justice, well-suited for
imitation by the American youth.
As you can see, there is nothing the Sadducees won’t do for
money!
Jerry looked about the world and saw things happening in the
distance, some of which alarmed him. He heard of Germany’s
reawakening, of Italy’s revival, in short of a resurgence of the
manly virtues of Rome and Greece. “That’s fine,” thought Jerry,
and decided to import the idea of manly virtue and spread them
among young Americans. Thus was born this “Superman.” On this
page we present you with several particularly unusual examples
of his activities. We see Superman, lacking all strategic sense
and tactical ability, storming the West Wall in shorts. We see
several German soldiers in a bunker, who in order to receive the
American guest have borrowed old uniforms from a military
museum. Their faces express at once both desperation and
cheerfulness. We see this bicepped wonder in a rather odd pose,
bending the barrels of Krupp guns like spaghetti. “Concrete
can’t stop me,” he shouts in another picture as he knocks the
tops off pill boxes like overripe tomatoes. His true strength
only shows itself in flight, however. He leaps into the air to
tear the propeller from a passing German airplane. As we can see
from the next frame, however, Superman has apparently made a
mistake, since he seems to have encountered a Yid pilot. No
German would say what the pilot says: “Himmel! Vos is diss?” The
American answer “Well, here it is” seems to us not quite right.
The right response would be something like “Laff if ya likes,
I’m Simple Simon!” [The best I can do at translating “Se wern
lachen, jach bin der klaine Moritz!”].
A triumphant final frame shows Superman, the conquerer of death,
dropping in at the headquarters of the chatterboxes at the
League of Nations in Geneva. Although the rules of the
establishment probably prohibit people in bathing suits from
participating in their deliberations, Superman ignores them as
well as the other laws of physics, logic, and life in general.
He brings with him the evil German enemy along with Soviet
Russia.
Well, we really ought to ignore these fantasies of Jerry Israel
Siegel, but there is a catch. The daring deeds of Superman are
those of a Colorado beetle. He works in the dark, in
incomprehensible ways. He cries “Strength! Courage! Justice!” to
the noble yearnings of American children. Instead of using the
chance to encourage really useful virtues, he sows hate,
suspicion, evil, laziness, and criminality in their young
hearts.
Jerry Siegellack stinks. Woe to the American youth, who must
live in such a poisoned atmosphere and don’t even notice the
poison they swallow daily.
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