What do you think about Richard Wagner? Why Hitler liked him

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>>2321704
>Why Hitler liked him so much?

Wagner explicitly named the Jew ofc.

>>2321704
basically the stephen molyneux of his time. had a massive cult which congregated in bayreuth which his wife propagated after his death and made even more batshit insane.

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>>2321704
An old band director of mine said it was because Wagner was an antisemitic white supremacist.

>>2321704
>What do you think about Richard Wagner?
pretty good

>Why Hitler liked him so much?
It reminded him of pleasant time he spent with his Jewish bf.

>>2321704

>Part 1/4 from The Young Hitler I Knew by August Kubizek, Chapter 10 -- In That Hour It Began

It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.

Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.

Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him, he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.

The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
increased this impression.

I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
suppressed the question.

>>2322829

>Part 2/4

As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above us.

Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how much this experience had shaken him.

Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as though we were the only creatures in the world.

I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.

>>2322838

>Part 3/4

Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.

It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
my friend.

His words were followed by silence.

We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but turned again towards the mountains.

"Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."

In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.

>>2322843

>Part 4/4

In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began."

>>2321704
The dwarves in the Ring Saga were meant to represent Jews. I'm serious. Look it up.

Think about it. Ugly, short, hunchbacked, unheroic, lying, scheming, all they care about is gold, to the point of rejecting love, and a half-dwarf Mischling - Hagen -, which the Aryan hero Siegfried trusted, plots to betray and murder him. Hagen then represents the Jews that are mixed with German and appear German on the outside, but have a rotten core.

>>2323031
In the beginning of the Ring Saga, the dwarf Alberich (representing the Jew) tries to seduce the Rhine maidens (Aryan women), and is mocked and rejected by them. He then promises to take revenge by forfeiting love and seizing the "gold of the Rhine" (banking and finance), and using its power to destroy the world of the "gods" (Aryans).

This reminds us of Freud's confession that when he was a little boy the beautiful Aryan girls would mock and reject him because he looked like Semitic monkey. And thus he dedicated his entire life and career to corrupting and subverting white society, specially women and children.

Wagner was in this sense prophetic. He had a deep understanding of the Jewish psyche.

>>2321704
He looks cute :3

>>2321704
I can't speak for Hitler but Wagner's themese inspired me to stay focused on my gf and not get distracted by hoes

>>2324806
that's sick bro. I mean having a gf.

>>2323089

/R9K/ the reeeeeeee saga

>>2322829
>>2322838
>>2322843
>>2322846

Thanks for citing that it's awesome. Was he gay though?

>>2325519

>Part 1/2 from The Young Hitler I Knew by August Kubizek, Chapter 21 -- Adolf's Attitude to Women.

There is another incident I should like to recount. One evening, at the corner of Mariahilferstrasse-Neubaugasse, a well-dressed, prosperous-looking man spoke to us and asked us about ourselves. When we told him that we were students ("My friend studies music," explained Adolf, "and I architecture"), he invited us to supper at the Hotel Kummer. He allowed us to order anything we pleased and for once Adolf could eat as many tarts and pastries as he could manage. Meanwhile, he told us that he was a manufacturer from Vöcklabruck and did not like anything to do with women, as they were only gold diggers. I was especially interested in what he said about the chamber music which appealed to him. We thanked him, he came out of the restaurant with us, and we went home.

There Adolf asked me if I liked the man. "Very much," I replied. "A very cultured man, with
pronounced artistic leanings."

"And what else?" continued Adolf with an enigmatic expression on his face.

"What else should there be?" I asked, surprised.

"As apparently you don't understand, Gustl, what it's all about, look at this little card!"

"Which card?"

For, in fact, this man had slipped Adolf a card without my noticing it, on which he had scribbled an invitation to visit him at the Hotel Kummer.

"He's a homosexual," explained Adolf in a matter-of-fact manner.

I was startled. I had never even heard the word, much less had I any conception of what it actually meant. So Adolf explained this phenomenon to me. Naturally this, too, had long been one of his problems and, as an abnormal practice, he wished to see it fought against relentlessly, and he himself scrupulously avoided all personal contact with such men. The visiting card of the famous manufacturer from Vöcklabruck disappeared into our stove.

>>2327298

>Part 2/2 from The Young Hitler I Knew by August Kubizek, Chapter 21 -- Adolf's Attitude to Women.

It seemed to me quite natural that Adolf should turn with disgust and repugnance from these and other sexual aberrations of the big city, that he refrained from masturbation which was commonly indulged in by youths, and that in all matters of sex he obeyed those strict rules that he laid down for himself and for the future state. But then why did he not try to escape from his loneliness, to make friends and find stimulus in serious, intelligent and progressive company? Why did he always remain the lone wolf, who avoided any contact with people, although he was passionately interested in all human affairs? How easy it would have been for him, with his obvious talents, to win himself a place in those social circles in Vienna which held themselves aloof from the general decadence, from which he would not only have gained new insight and enlightenment, but which would have wrought a change in his lonely life. There were many more thoroughly decent people in Vienna than the other kind, though they were less in evidence. So he had no reason to avoid people on moral grounds. As a matter of fact, it was not arrogance that held him back. It was rather his poverty, and the consequent sensitiveness, that caused him to live on his own. Moreover, he thought he was lowering himself if he went to a social gathering, or any kind of distraction. He had too high an opinion of himself for a superficial flirtation or for a merely physical relation with a girl. For that matter, he would never have allowed me to indulge in such affairs. Any step in this direction would have meant the inevitable end of our friendship, as, apart from the distaste with which Adolf viewed such connections, he would never have tolerated my having any interest in other people. As always, our friendship had to be utterly exclusive of all other interests.

>>2323089
>Freud's confession
Interesting, any trustworthy sauce about that?