I just asked ai bout hitler's early day story.
He was volcel
shit frogpost DNI
>>539597628This, 86% of pol are VOLCEL larping as incels
>>539597585Didn't he fuck a Jewish whore
>>539597585Incels don't exist
>>539597585normies can never be great, they have too many obligations to other people slowing them down like a ball and chain.
>>539597585his boipucci was very active during his early years as an incel
>>539598019I was going to call you a nigger but hes a german in the weimar republic. Getting his pooper pounded would be the single most tame sexual activity of that time.
In his early twenties, in Linz, Austria, Hitler pointed at a blonde girl on the street and said to his only friend:"Look at that girl. I've fallen in love with her."Her name was Stefanie Isak, from a wealthy Jewish family. Every day, he would calculate the time she might go out for a walk, stand at the street corner, and watch her from a distance. He never walked up to her. He believed that true soul-connection didn't need words. He told his friend a complete script he'd written: they'd elope, he'd achieve fame and fortune, and come back to marry her.He swore he would first "accomplish something" (as a painter or architect) before proposing to her—but he also added:"And if I fail? Then I won't die alone. I'll drag everything into the abyss with me."Two years later, he finally wrote a love letter—but not to Stefanie. He sent it to her mother. The gist was: "I am a young artist with lofty ideals, I admire your daughter, and I humbly ask for permission to know her." No reply. Nothing.He fell into depression, then rewrote the story into an even more tragic script: her mother forced her to marry a rich old man, but Stefanie actually loved him deeply, and in the end she would die for him out of despair. He told his friend he was leaving Linz to heal his broken heart.Stefanie herself never knew any of this. Years later, after emigrating to England, she was told the story and simply said:"I don't remember him at all. I'm not even sure we ever actually met."
Around the same time, his only friend was a young man named August Kubizek, who dreamed of becoming a conductor. They met through their shared passion for Wagner's operas, shared an apartment, and drifted through Vienna together. Kubizek had Czech ancestry—which is to say, he was Slavic.On her deathbed, Hitler's mother held Kubizek's hand and said:"Even when I'm gone, please stay my son's good friend. He has no one else."Later, Hitler moved out without a word, and they lost contact. After the Nazis came to power, Kubizek joined the party as a gesture of loyalty. After the war, he wrote a memoir.
>>539597585he just wanted to paint some pictures, jews fucked him
>>539597585This should inspire you. He was one of us
>>539597585>The time between leaving school in autumn 1905 and his mother’s death at the end of 1907 is passed over almost completely in Mein Kampf. In these two years, Adolf lived a life of parasitic idleness – funded, provided for, looked after, and cosseted by a doting mother, with his own room in the comfortable flat in the Humboldtstraße in Linz, which the family had moved into in June 1905. His mother, his aunt Johanna, and his little sister Paula were there to look after all his needs, to wash, clean, and cook for him. His mother even bought him a grand piano, on which he had lessons for four months between October 1906 and January 1907. He spent his time during the days drawing, painting, reading, or writing poetry; the evenings were for going to the theatre or opera; and the whole time he daydreamed and fantasized about his future as a great artist. He stayed up late into the night and slept long into the mornings. He had no clear aim in view. The indolent lifestyle, the grandiosity of fantasy, the lack of discipline for systematic work – all features of the later Hitler – can be seen in these two years in Linz. It was little wonder that Hitler came to refer to this period as ‘the happiest days which seemed to me almost like a beautiful dream’.
